Make Friends With A Deathclaw Novels & Stories

"You know the Black Moon Pack, don't you?" Alex nodded, his expression curious. "What about them?" "I want you to go to them, to warn them of an impending attack," I said, my voice low and calculated. "Tell them that the Golden Claw Pack is coming for them, and they should kill everyone who steps foot on their territory." Alex's eyes narrowed, his brow furrowed in thought. "And what's in it for me?" he asked, his voice laced with skepticism. I smiled, my heart racing with excitement. "If you do this for me, Alex, we'll be together, forever," I promised, my voice filled with conviction. "We'll be able to live together, openly and freely, without any secrets or sneaking around."

Families whispered among themselves. Servants looked ready to collapse. Every person gathered in Moonfang territory had come to witness the mating ceremony between the future Alpha and his fated mate. Everyone expected a celebration. No one expected a rejection. Least of all Damian Blackwood. Across from me stood the man who had once been the center of my universe. Tall. Powerful. Untouchable. The future Alpha of Moonfang. My fated mate. The man I had died protecting. The man who had admitted he never loved me.

He stood tall, claws out, ready for battle. I also jumped ready to clash with Deucalion. My new werewolf form pushed off the ground with force. We met in the air for a moment, eyes locked, claws extended toward each other. The night held its breath. This was it. The clash that could change everything. Our bodies were about to collide. The fight for survival was starting right now.

He shrugged. White Claw Pack is a chaotic pack, it’s full of distinct personalities, some good some bad, but Axel loves leading them. They all have a sense of camaraderie and loyalty that makes Axel feel so grateful for having such members. And for him, the pack is a family. They can’t fit in a family tree, so he made a whole forest. White Claw Pack exceeds the standards of a werewolf pack. It’s great overall and has the best people, the best system, but the pack lacks a maternal figure. All they have is Axel, and he isn’t that warm. The pack needs a mother—a Luna. And he wouldn’t want to disappoint, so he’ll try his very best to win over Leal’s heart.

He was losing and he knew it. “I won't accept it.” He growled and started chanting something. His eyes had turned completely black, I saw a dark cloud form around his hands. “I never lose. I'd rather die here too.” “Don't let his hands touch the ground. He wants to kill us all, we can't survive this. No one can. It’s the death claw.” Dawson said out loud. We all knew the death claw. We will all die, even those in the bunker and neighboring packs too.

I don’t give a shit if it’s a boy or a girl just as long as it’s healthy. I make my way through the small crowd of pack members, a mixture of faces from our pack and visiting members from Golden Claw and exchange pleasantries as I catch up to Thea. Golden Claw’s members seemed to be thriving under Christopher and Ander’s lead. They started participating in the supermoon festivals and that alone has increased new mate bonds significantly over the last year or so. I’m always sad to see a pack member move on, especially Bennet, but having a fated mate, feeling that connection, I could never keep someone from that.

The metal looks finely, almost delicately wrought, but it doesn’t take much guessing to understand that it’s held in place by Death’s power. Orion looks at me with worried eyes, his jaw clenched shut. He leans forward, a muffled sound pressing at his lips. Death snaps his eyes to him, snarling and yanking Orion back towards him. Orion moans in pain and I hear Anton’s growl grow in its ferocity. That’s his cousin, after all. And we Sinclairs know how important cousins can be. I move on, wanting to get all this chat over with, wanting Death to show his cards. “So, is this your chosen bride?” I ask, my eyes moving to Beatrice with not a little distaste.

She giggles, "Uhm actually yes, us, Jackson, and Wesley. Strange right?" How bizarre is that? A complete, high-ranking friend group with the same birthday? And their wolves? They were emotionally attached to her in a way I had never seen. Especially Declan, that gets me. His bloodline does not get mates early. Though powerful blood, just that is not a blessing they received.

I figure now is as good of a time as any. “So why you ladies were splurging today I got an interesting phone call,” I tell them. “Oh yeah, from who,” Kylani says. Kaleb is lying in her lap while she feeds him strawberries. I roll my eyes and think about saying something until I think that that could be Nymyra and myself. I see Nate and Ashton roll their eyes at the two. “The call was from Deklan. He and a couple of friends want to become allies with us to bring down the other pack.” I tell them.

She believed in her strength, just not enough to take Death on in single combat. The two allies she had were considerably strong in their own rights. Odoroku was a shadowy man with long arms and claws. He was wearing black wrappings all over his body that almost matched his skin. He looked similar to Death, except his face was more pronounced through his dark smoke, with two white eyes peering through. He also had horns sticking out of his head.