Leashed Novels & Stories

I commanded, my voice vibrating with a frequency that made the very mountain tremble. The Pack-Bond snapped into place—a telepathic web of raw instinct that linked me to every loyal wolf remaining in the North. I could feel their fear, their hunger, and their absolute, undying loyalty. I wasn't just their Queen; I was their Apex. "Jackson is leading them, isn't he?" Eryx’s voice was a tectonic shift of gravel and rage. "He’s not leading them," I spat, looking at the figure emerging from the fog below. "He’s Leashing them”

Whoosh… Crack… Smack… Whoosh… Crack… Smack… Drip… Whoosh… Crack… Smack… Drip… Whoosh… Crack… Smack… SCREAM!… I tried to hold in that scream but as the iron-infused leather whip that’s now laced with a weak version of our Prides Deaths Door serum lashed at my sore, bloody and damaged back, cutting into more of my skin as Graves pulled it back this time, I just couldn’t.

He scooped up Lachie, shifting him carefully onto his back before disappearing into the relative safety of the trees. Now, I was free to unleash the beast within. A primal rage surged through me, and I let it consume me. My white fur bristled, my fangs bared, and a guttural growl rumbled in my chest. I was no longer just Luna; I was the embodiment of the Golden Fraser pack's fury, a force of nature unleashed upon their enemies. I was ready to paint the battlefield red with the blood of the Thane Wrest pack.

Another one lunged from behind, but I spun, delivering a swift, powerful kick to his chest, sending him sprawling. But they kept coming. One of them grabbed my arm, trying to pull me down. I twisted, using my momentum to break free, and slammed my elbow into his face. The crunch of bone was satisfying but fleeting. I could feel my muscles straining, the effort of fighting in human form, taking its toll. But they started shifting into their wolves. Damn it, this isn't getting me anywhere.

Kira’s POV Leah didn’t wait. The second that word…mate…slammed through my head like a freight train, our legs bunched and we shot forward. Wind ripped through my fur as my stomach flipped. Adrian was right there, maybe twenty feet away, shirt still torn open from earlier, chest rising fast, those gray eyes locked on us like I was the only thing left in his world. NO. I lunged backward inside my own skull, yanking hard on whatever invisible leash connected me to Leah.

Using Leo against him. Winters didn’t look up. **<< Standard leverage play. Weakens the target. Weakens the rescuer. >>** He slung the satchel. **<< Rossis’s mistake. Makes the package volatile. Unpredictable element. Use that too. >>** He looked directly at Leo again. **<< Your fear for him? Rossi weaponizes it. Weaponize your rage *for* him instead. Aim it. >>**

He cracked the leather lash through the air, and the sharp snap made me shudder immediately. “—this lands on your body instead. Now, let’s play.”

Not raised. Not sheathed. Waiting.

His muscles coiled with tension, every nerve primed for the imminent clash that was about to unfold. The attack was sudden and fierce, a whirlwind of teeth and claws that clashed in the dead of night. The air was filled with snarls and growls, a symphony of violence that painted the darkness in shades of crimson. Ethan fought with a primal ferocity, his instincts guiding every move, every strike. He was wounded, blood seeping from his side, but his determination burned brighter than the pain.