Night-runners Prologue Novels & Stories

Sometimes, it's because they are kicked by the Alpha from the pack or they ran away from the pack without the Alpha's agreement. Rogue: Just like Lone Wolf, Rogue Wolves live without a pack but usually they make groups of rogues. Rogues sometimes are called the wolves who can't be ruled and sometimes they are the wolves who are crazy enough to be in the pack. They hurt the other pack members or didn't follow the Alpha's orders and rules that made them got kicked from the pack.

“He’s making his move. Echo’s system update goes live at dawn. After that— there’s no hiding. It’ll read every unregistered heartbeat in the city.” My stomach tightened. I looked at Lena, sleeping lightly beside me, one hand still on her belly. “Then we stop it before dawn.” “That’s a suicide run, Adrian.” “It’s the only run left.” Nora exhaled. “Coordinates incoming. Bring her to the west bridge when it’s dark. And Adrian… don’t do anything stupid.” The comm line went dead. I stayed crouched there for a long time, staring at the flickering code. Eight hours.

The summer evening was falling on the city, relieving the concrete jungle of the sweltering heat of the day, but darkness was still far away. The road that ran through the outskirts was filled with various vehicles, including public ones, with people rushing to return home at the end of the working day. The bus, following its regular route, stopped at the next stop, opening the doors for passengers. People who were at the bus stop, waiting until those wishing to leave the bus, hurried to take the empty seats.

Ana replied, Charlotte turning so they could look at Damien as he approached. They crouched, looking out over the small human town below. It was quaint, with a newly repainted courthouse and bustling businesses lining the streets. Ana could hear the faint voices of the townsfolk, knowing they had to be careful not to draw attention. Miranda came around, passing out herbal necklaces to conceal their scent. She helped secure one around Charlotte's neck before moving to Damien. The four of them overlooked the town as the sun set, discussing their plan to move in under the cover of night when the humans were asleep.

And since there was a mixed population of different creeds, races and traditions - of humans, werewolves, witches and vampires in this city, not all of them could ignore her if she walked right ahead like nothing was happening. If these black hummers followed her around, she would raise an alarm and anyone if those kinds could help out. "Stop now. Or you'll regret it." His angry voice laced out as his feet matched their rhythm of escape. But Irish paid no heed. Sbe kept on walking while Liam followed hotly behind. Their fast steps turned into a brief run followed by walking again. The men behind the wheel of the black hummers gently waited for the slightest signal from their boss - Liam, to

Diana could not help but admonish herself for her lack of information about the Night Prowlers Pack. The Night Prowlers Pack was a secretive pack. They were at the top five in terms of territories but they were second to the Blood Claws Pack in terms of fierceness and combat ability. The name of their pack was well-matched for their nature. They only lurked in the darkness.

Veronica's POV I looked at The First National Bank of Atlantis and wanted to pass out. There was no way we were walking away with whatever the hell it was that the AAs wanted the fault. There was only a small group of us—Q, Marcus, and I—that would be leading the charge on the heist. I assumed. From what I was of big movies like the Oceans series and the Italian Job, this seemed like the type of operation that needed a small battalion of highly specialized jewel thieves, techs, and mercenaries to do.

They understood that these drills were more than muscle memory; they were rehearsals for the unpredictable. As the sun began its descent, a runner in full shift sprinted across the open field, panting, a letter scroll tied at his belt. Nathan called a halt to the exercises. “Messenger incoming!” he announced. The trainees parted to let the newcomer through. He skidded to a stop before Nathan, bowing low. Nathan retrieved the scroll, his voice calm. “Thank you, Runner. You may rest.” As the runner melted back into the ranks, Nathan broke the seal. Inside was a brief note in the Midnight Pack’s elegant script:

A badge from the Neutral Territory's Healers' Association gleamed on his chest. I rose. "Yes, I'm Jean. And you are?" He extended a hand, his manner open and kind. "Noah Hughes. I'm here to pick you up. The Chief thought traveling alone might be inconvenient, so he sent me ahead. Welcome to the team." Our hands had barely clasped when a storm of Alpha dominance swept through the lounge, sharp and suffocating. My entire body went rigid. My blood seemed to freeze in my veins. It was Felix.

Zach’s eyes scanned the invite and a familiar scent hit him. This year, however, was different. Whispers had reached his ears, whispers suggesting that a certain runaway might make an appearance. His runaway. The thought sent a thrill of anticipation through him, a dark excitement that bordered on mania. He had spent five long years tracking her, his anger simmering just below the surface, and his obsession only growing stronger with each passing day. Now, the hunt was about to end. He called for his Beta, Damon, a massive wolf with a scarred snout and a loyalty that ran as deep as the earth. "Damon," he said, his voice low and dangerous, "Prepare everything. We leave at once."