Logan Carter Crescent Moon Pack Novels & Stories

I stood up for a while and turned around to make two cups of strong coffee while Camira organized the documents on the desk. "Ahm! Alpha Adam, I am going to check the allocated budget for Crescent Moon Pack, Howler Pack, and Stone Rock Pack!" She narrated all nine packs she was going to safeguard. My coffee almost spilled on the floor when she didn't include the Blood Moon Pack in her list. "Why is my pack not included in your lists?" I asked, a bit upset. "Who gave you those lists?" If that was the king's command, then Logan and I needed to speak when he came back.

She knew Circe was still there, somewhere inside—but that didn’t make the emptiness disappear. The forest that lined the road to Blue Moon Pack stretched endlessly, towering evergreens swaying under the cool mountain wind. Lydia’s window was half open, letting in the scent of moss, pine, and something else—faint traces of wolf and Lycan mingled in the air, ancient and pulsing with quiet power.

It was barely light when they pulled out the drive. Carter was driving, letting Kylan rest in the back while her mother rode up front to keep him company. Two of his warriors took a second car, following them on the long drive to the Crescent River packlands. Their bags were loaded into the boot of both vehicles, making sure that they were prepared for whatever their journey afforded them. Kylan stared out the window as the woods faded into a gentle countryside, the steady sound of the tires rolling across the asphalt slowly lulling her to sleep.

The rogue’s twisted form was barely recognizable, its fur matted with dried blood and its limbs contorted at unnatural angles. But it wasn’t the body itself that made Ren’s jaw tighten -it was the markings. The rogue’s torso was scored with deep, deliberate slashes, forming a crude symbol that Ren recognized immediately. “A crescent moon,” Ren muttered, crouching down for a closer look. Kael crossed his arms, his mouth set in a thin line. “Not just any crescent moon. It’s the mark of Alaric’s pack.” Ren’s hands clenched into fists, his wolf growling low in his chest. The mark was unmistakable - a jagged, almost mocking representation of the crescent moon, used by Alaric as a signature for h

“I see. What’s your pack called?” “Black Moon” he stated proudly. My mouth formed an o as my eyebrows rose higher. “Black Moon. Is that what’s tattoo-ed on your chest?” “It’s not a tattoo. It’s my mark! Every pack has a different mark imprinted somewhere on their body to represent their pack. Our mark is a black crescent moon,” “Then shouldn’t your pack be called 'The Black Crescents’ or ‘The Black Crescent Moon’?” I said dramatically. “Maybe but I can’t change its name. If something like a pack name assigner existed, I would have given you the job on the spot,” he joked.

It is so magical and majestic, as it looks like it’s glowing. He carefully put me down as he closed his eyes for a moment. When it opened, it flickered back and forth with his black eyes and Luke’s gold hues. He lovingly held both of my hands as he said, “I, Jacob Carter, of the Blood Moon Pack, rescind my rejection of Sophia Addison from the Crescent Moon Pack. Everyone stands as a witness, and I will never take it back even until the day I die.”

Alesha's brisk walk through the moonlit forest suddenly came to a halt when she stumbled upon a sight that sent a jolt through her senses. In the dappled moonlight, she discovered an unconscious figure lying amidst the underbrush, a woman covered in wounds and the telltale scent of blood lingering in the air. As Alesha drew closer, she recognized the familiar features of Carla, the former Luna of the Blue Moon Pack.

Like money and power and speed. I walked behind Alpha Liam like a shadow, my eyes bouncing from one shiny car to another. Crescent Moon Pack wasn’t just wealthy. It was crazy wealthy. This wasn’t just some garage—it was a whole car showroom. He walked confidently toward the back wall, where there was a neat line of car keys hanging on silver hooks. He didn’t even stop to think. He just grabbed a set like he already knew exactly what he wanted. I stayed quiet, still holding onto the strap of my bag like it was the only thing keeping me grounded. My heart was thumping a little. I didn’t know why. Maybe it was the cars, or the smell of expensive everything, or maybe it was just him.

After several losses of their lands, properties, and pack members, they had to give in to one another for peace to reign. But the peace didn’t last long enough. The Crescent moon pack took advantage of this peace to rebuild, farm, and stay away from others because they had more to lose due to their smaller numbers. The other three packs, Midnighters, Emoon, and the Crossers, lived in sophistication, wealth, and riches, growing more arrogant. They teamed up together, led by the Midnighters pack, to attack the Crescents because of their lands and natural resources. The Crescents pack were the most strategic warriors, despite their small numbers, led by their warlord Alpha Heartfield.

"I assumed it was close by." Caspian slowly turns his head to look at me. "It's not." "Huh? Then how did you find me?" I ask wide-eyed apprehensive. "We had business in the area," he says stiffly. I frown, "Oh, what business?" "Just a few errands to run with the Moon pack, we were on our way back when we heard you scream. "Oh okay," I say and lean back. The Moon pack is a smaller pack close to the Grand Crescent pack and the Crimson Moon Pack. Some believe the pack is a branch of the Crimson Moon pack.