Logan Carter Crescent Moon Pack Novelas e Histórias

He raised his hands in surrender and I shook my head at him. “Of course I am going to get her back.” “Good. Then you would be interested to know that I have been keeping a tab on all the activities of her pack,” he said with a straight face. I perked up as I heard his words. “Did you find something?” “Well, as you already know, the Crescent Moon pack deals with weapons and they got a bulk order for Titanium weapons from the Fae. It is a great opportunity that would earn them cash as well as the alliance with Fae. They desperately need the deal. They have ordered the Titanium from the Night shadow pack,” he said with a mischievous smile.

“Just like me. Abandoned at Silver Lake’s borders with no identification except a scrap of paper with my first name.” Nico approached, his steps measured. “May I?” he asked, extending his hand for the certificate. I relinquished it reluctantly, feeling as though I was surrendering a piece of myself I’d only just recovered. His eyes narrowed as he examined it. “Crescent Moon Pack,” he noted. “They’re known for their secrecy and their strong connection to ancient werewolf traditions. And—“ he paused, finger tracing the bottom of the document “—there’s something else here.”

There's no time for surrender - not when I have plans to make, a future to secure beyond these walls. My hands shake as I retrieve my worn leather knapsack and begin packing my few possessions. Changes of clothing, toiletries, the compass that once belonged to my father - I select only what is utilitarian or holds sentimental value. When I unzip the inner pocket of my bag, my fingers brush cool metal - the necklace Elijah gifted me on my first moon ceremony with the pack. My breath catches as I lift the delicate silver crescent moon pendant, memories threatening to overwhelm me.

"The crescent moon? That pack wasn't destroyed, right? It was more of a statement than a question, according to Celia. Yes, the Greek pack had initially had two packs. The Satomal Rock pack and the crescent of Luna. said Den. Luna's crescent was mysteriously butchered. Everybody had died. He turned to face Me as though he had never seen me before. You're the last one left in Luna's Crescent, right? He queried. I was both shocked and alarmed by his query. I drew a tiny breath and gave a slight upward glance. The look on Celia's face appeared to have softened slightly. Both of them appeared a little in awe.

I am going to the moon crescent pack for an alliance because, from what I have heard, the Blue Lily pack was arrogant. Standing before the Moon Crescent pack, I sneaked inside, masking my scent. I know they would find out after seeing me in their office. I hid myself roaming around the pack before a beautiful smell of Vanilla and Vinegar mixed with sweat. It was so lovely. I followed the scent, and there she was. I saw her stop what she was doing, and I could see how stiff she was, so she was here.

I take that as a sign of improvement. I am currently in a meeting with the crescent moon pack. I roll my eyes mentally at the Alpha. "Xander said that he would give some of his warriors to me because my pack needs it more than you do." I can tell he's frustrated. Noah instantly stands up and growls, "Do not lie in the presence of the Luna. You know that Xander said no such thing. Tell the truth! Xander denied your request and you know it."

High above us, banners with the pack's sigil—the wolf in eclipse—rippled in the heavy air. We stood in a loose circle. Ten of us left. Only ten Luna candidates had survived the cuts, the drills, the bruises that went deeper than skin. And after tonight, some of us would fall even further. "Form a line," barked Elder Varron. His voice carried the kind of weight that made you obey without thinking. We moved without speaking, without glancing at one another. It was safer that way. Lucian leaned against the far wall, arms crossed, watching everything with that dangerous stillness of his. Kade stood a few feet from him, posture tense, jaw locked. I caught his eye by accident, and something unspok

I asked. “The Moon Crest Pack,” he replied. The Moon Crest Pack? The Moon Crest Pack was the second-largest and second-most powerful pack on this continent. Their numbers are more significant than us by a lot, and all their warriors were highly trained. Even though my pack, the Red Claw Pack, was the third-largest and the third-most powerful, our strength and numbers were nothing compared to theirs. “Is there a reason why they would hold a banquet?” I had been busy dealing with the scandal and searching for Charlotte; the news of this banquet had somewhat escaped me.

His joy made his face distorted, completely unaware that he was speaking at the wrong time. "Sirs! Those old Alphas are so eager that they are almost fighting over this special item tonight! An Alpha offered 50 bags of spirit stones! The others were triggered and vied to raise their prices, already setting a record high in the market's history! Do you think we should hurry up..." He choked back his words under Zackrie's cold gaze. Zackrie whisked me away. Leonard still tried to snatch me back, but he had no choice but to make way when he saw Silvermoon Pack's male wolves staring at him.

“We need to…oh, no….” I want to ask him what it is, but then I see him looking at something above me. I follow his line of sight, and my jaw drops too. Hanging around the arch of Silver Hills are flags with the insignia of a crescent moon and a dagger. The insignia of the Moonlight Grove Pack. The battle for dominance has started, and it seems Alpha Tristan has already gained his first territorial claim.