Lone Survivor Parents Guide Novels & Stories

Still, in the last few years, when I’m home, I take on as much work as I can to help them out. “Your Mom and I have been digging through old files for information,” Dad says while we take on our rubber boots to go through the backyard and into the barn. “Jason’s mom made us think about that pack. The truth is, we were so focused on staying hidden that we’ve never tried to check if any pack survived. I still think it would be dangerous to go to territories one by one,” he warns, and I quickly nod, hoping there’s a but coming. “The likeliness of other survivors hiding can’t be denied, though. After all these years, we can maybe search for them, but very, very carefully,” he says with a warning

POV: Ember. I burst into the safehouse kitchen, my Moon Eyes vision still burning—my parents’ murder, no robbery but a hit. Asher’s at the table with Grandma, the glowing scroll between them. Lupa’s nearby, checking a tablet with security feeds. My hands shake, but my voice is steady. “My parents—Mark and Sarah—they were murdered in New York. It wasn’t random. They knew about the vault.” Asher’s head snaps up, eyes sharp. “What? How do you know?”

“He’d planned to discard you from the start, Kaia. I’m not surprised there since you did kill his son. But what do you think is going to happen to your parents after that?” My parents. “I...” “At the end of the day, the only person who is going to lose is you, Kaia” Cali pause. “So, start anew and stand by our side or do you think my brothers and I don’t have what it takes to rescue your parents?” “What?” “With Aklan’s sharp eye sight, we could get the location of your parent and with Xendith’s speed, they could be out of your pack and be safe within seconds”

Luke muttered to Mira, his enhanced senses already searching for his parents in the chaos. From their vantage point, they saw civilians spilling out from the encampment, rushing to cars and trucks that formed a disorganized line, engines revving in desperation. Some looked back toward the camp, but the overwhelming sound of zombie growls crushed any hope of retrieving loved ones. “Do you see them?” Mira shouted, clutching Luke’s arm. “There!” Luke’s enhanced vision locked onto his parents near the center of the camp, their figures illuminated by a nearby explosion.

The world was quiet, but it had never felt more hostile. Kael, walking ahead, suddenly stopped. He pointed towards a dense thicket of pine trees. "There," he said. "The snow is shallow there. The trees are friends. They will keep the wind out." They had their compass back. They had each other. But as they followed their nine-year-old guide into the wilderness, Liora knew something had broken in New Dawn that could not be fixed. And she feared that something had started to unravel inside their family, too, in a way that no power on earth could heal.

“I know. But stop acting like I’m the only problem child. Elias fucks with me constantly, I’m just returning the favor.” We drove to the gate. Alex was waiting. I introduced Dad as former Alpha Rowan, and they shook hands. Dad sized him up carefully. We walked with Alex to the stream while he filled his jugs. Dad asked about their story. Alex explained he and his mate had been lone wolves their whole lives. Their parents survived the decimation of the Colonial Forest Pack, escaped, and built a life among other loners in the city. His mom had been pregnant at the time. Dad’s eyebrows rose. “Colonial Forest survivors? That pack was burned to the ground. So many dead…”

I stood at the staircase with my luggage and waited for an hour before I finally heard footsteps coming up the stairs. I looked up to see my parents with their caregiver, Harry Lambert, walking intimately between them. He had his right hand around my mother's arm and was helping my father with his shopping bags with his left hand. They were chatting happily away as if they were a family of three. When they arrived at the door and saw me, none of them looked surprised. All my father did was glance at me, while my mother mentioned nonchalantly, "You're back." Harry was the one who released my mother's arm right away and approached me with a happy smile. "You're back, Charlie. Why didn't you sa

“I want the building surrounded before we move in. No lights. No sirens. Quiet perimeter. Nobody approaches until we confirm whether Amelia is inside.” The room burst into controlled motion at her words. Agents moved. Radios clicked. Screens lit up. The operation adjusted around a new possibility. I stood in the middle of all of it, holding a paper cup of water I no longer remembered picking up. My mother had left something behind. Maybe the truth. Maybe danger. Maybe both. Jaxon’s hand remained at my elbow. I looked at him. His eyes met mine, and the grief there made something in my chest twist. “Our parents were braver than anyone told us,” I said.

Familiar in a way that made my skin crawl. Elias’s voice dropped, almost reluctant. “One of Sable’s parents may still be alive. Or someone they trusted enough to share their secrets with. They may be leading the hunters.” The words landed like a blow. I stared at the token, the world tilting around me. My mother or father alive? Or someone they had trusted leading the people who wanted me dead? The thought made my knees weak. I leaned against a tree, trying to catch my breath, the rough bark pressing into my back.

We were on the road towards Palecrest territory within a half hour. Amelia and Kyle took their Jeep and I rode with Dominic. The other two men who I learned were his beta and gamma rode with his mother and their mates The backseat of Dominics vehicle had been folded down and several totes of my belongings the Amelia had been able to save filled the back to the point we couldn't see out the rear window. I knew at least one tote housed some of my parents belongings that she had managed to save and the others were mine I think. I owed her big time for risking herself to save what she did for me. I would find a way to thank her especially since it was my fault we had all been exiled.