Logan Carter Crescent Moon Pack Novels & Stories

“When did you leave?” “I don’t know. It was getting late.” “Was anyone with you?” “I was.” Alec stepped forward. “She finished my back.” “Know anyone who would do this?” The detective asked. “No.” Then it hit me. It was an abstract moon. A midnight moon. As in the Midnight Moon Pack. Darin. “No...” I said as I took a step back in shock. “What was that?” The detective asked. “Colt. It was the Midnight Moon Pack. Look at the ink. It’s their logo.” I mind-linked Colt. He looked at it and frowned.

These challenges were proving to his pack that he was not fit to lead and did not have the pack's best interests at heart. This was no usual battle. We were yet to come face to face with our enemy. An honourable Alpha and pack, would have met our pack out in the open for a fair battle. These cowards were hiding behind their walls. Because of this we were forced to fight differently. To fight like humans. Our women and children were back at the camp making shield after shield. Black shields with our packs crest of a lion fighting a snake, etched onto the front. The black was homage to our Luna, I had assumed by her room that it was her favoured colour.

Up above, the pack prepares for the brutal Trial of the Moon Crimson, but down here in the dark, a completely different kind of battle is taking place. I sit at the long, scarred oak table, surrounded by stacks of ancient, yellowed ledger books and faded family trees. For hours, my fingers have traced the cracked ink of old record logs, comparing dates, titles, and land grants from the Crescent Moon Pack’s earlier history. The deeper I dig, the clearer the picture becomes, each document laying down another piece of a dark, calculated mosaic.

Lalaine was shocked when she found Stella laying on the floor, the moon light illuminates her like flittering lights in the night. The crystal orbs surrounds her, slowly lifting her from the ground. She immediately called out Nana, Aeriol, Nathaniel, and Lynx. Aeriol immediately pull out Stella from the illuminating light and lay her to bed. Nathaniel and Lynx looks out the window and saw a beautiful red rose. As if the moon light blessing it. The more light it absorb, the radiant the color gets. Lynx trails back to Leis last words.

Jackson mind-linked to me. “I love you too,” I replied, wiping away my tears. We were ready for the second part of the ceremony. Elder Johanna was leading the ritual. She approached us, placed her hand over our joined hands, prayed to Selene, and nodded to Jackson. “I, Jackson, Alpha of the Silver Moon pack, declare you, my mate Loreen Liira of the Silver Moon pack, our Luna—the Luna who will stand beside me to lead and protect our pack,” Jackson proclaimed. “I, Loreen Liira, born of the Lunar Eclipse pack and now a member of the Silver Moon pack, accept the title of Luna to Alpha Jackson and to our Silver Moon pack,” I said, locking eyes with him.

She said in an almost inaudible tone. "Crescent Moon? Are they a powerful pack too?" I asked and they both turned to me with an expression that clearly says, 'don't you know anything at all?' Well I didn't know and that was why I asked right? "Crescent Moon pack is one of the strongest pack and they reside in the mountains. How can you not even know this Iris? I remember you received a history textbook as a present some time ago." She scolded. Oh, the gift from Chad. I had long stopped reading it. History was not my forte and I couldn't help it.

Because Crescent Bloodmoon is not just another pack. It is Alaric’s pack. And somewhere out there, he is waiting for me. The drive to Crescent Bloodmoon feels endless, even though Leo is pushing the truck as fast as Dad will allow. The headlights cut through the dark, empty roads, but nothing can cut through the tension inside the cab. No one talks. Even the air feels tight. Dad sits in the passenger seat, his spine straight, his jaw clenched so hard a muscle keeps ticking along the side of his face. He is staring out the window like he can will himself there faster. His fingers drum restlessly against his thigh, barely controlled agitation.

I was about to ask how he was holding up when dad cleared his voice redirecting everyone's focus to him. "We've lost our alpha, and our pack is in shambles," he said, his voice filled with determination. "But we have been given a chance to rebuild." He stretched out his hand to one of the warriors who pulled out a small red envelope with golden intricately carved patterns with a symbol of a moon behind a howling wolf's head. This was Crescent Pack's Sigil.

My gamma, Devis came in and fell on his knees before he bowed his head. "My Lord, the crescent moon pack has been demolished". He said and I creased my brown unbelievably. "What do you mean by that???". I asked, still finding it hard to believe. The crescent moon pack is a small pack and one of the pack that has a common relationship with the red moon pack. It can't be demolished except I was the one who made an order.

It wasn’t easy for him to deal with everything on his own. I felt much lighter once they’ve crossed the Crescent Moon pack borders, leaving for the Midnight pack. Dalton pulled me into a warm comforting embrace which I welcomed whole-heartedly. The whole pack howled happily, rejoiced to have finally got a Luna for their Alpha and the pack. I smiled into Dalton’s shoulder as I hugged him tighter. “Welcome to the Crescent Moon pack, Luna Cassandra.” Dalton whispered into my ear, his lips brushing against the soft skin there. I shivered, feeling hot fiery tingles travel the length of my body.