P A C K E D Unscramble Novels & Stories

“There’s something I need to show you.” Alice frowned as Mira pulled out a small, leather-bound book, its edges worn and stained. She handed it to Alice, her fingers brushing hers—warm, too warm. “My family’s kept this for years. It’s… history. About the packs.” Alice opened it, her hands shaky. The pages were old, filled with cramped writing and strange symbols—circles, crescents, claws. One word jumped out: Hybrid. Her stomach twisted as she read a line: Born of man and moon, the one who carries both bloods shall break or bind the packs.

The pack’s rage was now aimed squarely at Chloe and Marcus. “This is all your fault!” “Traitors!” “Get out!” Just as the scene was about to spiral into chaos, the communicator on my desk beeped urgently. All heads snapped toward the stage. The device was linked to the projector. An email preview flashed onto the screen, large and clear for everyone to see. From: Alpha, Blackstone Pack Subject: [URGENT] Notice of Partnership Termination Received: Just now The room fell terrifyingly silent. Every person stared at the screen, their faces draining of color.

He appeared downcast this time. “I have a class to attend to Salvatore but don’t worry I’ll communicate to you through out mental link. And some pack rules still have to be established. I’m really enthusiastic about what the future holds for us, aren’t you?” I asked, raising a brow. "Of course alpha, I’m eager to serve you.” He said, forcing a smile. “Great.” I said heading towards the door. “Don’t tell anyone you’re an alpha, it’s dangerous.” “I know.” I replied, closing the door.

Elliott curse,stepping back as we all take in the state of our lockers. Caden open his by standing at the side instead of front. The balls jump out, hitting nothing. I do the same. Every single one of our hockey gloves, stick, vest and pucks are tattered and ripped off. "Did.." Caden starts, staring at a red piece of sticker "TAGGED" Elliott breathes the word out, staring also at his piece of sticker. Heat wrap around my throat, vision blur. I take the sticker from them and scramble it "Have every student assembled"

He ordered the maids to prepare breakfast for Erina, specifically requesting medium veal steaks, the first cranberries of the season juiced, and toast, getting particular with the doneness of the toast down to the second. Erina was a noble and elegant white wolf, after all, and it was only right for her to be very particular with things so that they would be done properly. After that, he went to the headquarters as usual, planning to read up on the reports that had come in from the trade centers at the borders. Seconds later, a document was placed on his desk. Larry looked at the document and frowned when he read the title. It said, "Application Form for Leaving the Pack."

Yorick and I walk around the pack together, helping the pack to feel settled and by lunch time, it feels like everyone is ready to accept Yorick and I as their co-Alphas and Alpha Warren as their interim Alpha. After lunch, the pack goes outside for the Alpha ceremony. Other than setting up a stage and using the ceremonial knife and chalice, I didn’t want to make this into some big event. We’re their Alphas now. I don’t need a lot of pomp and circumstance for that. And since I have no idea what the pack’s financial situation is, I’m not going to do anything that might put the pack at risk right away.

I could afford no more on choosing what to buy, though any other time I would have spent hours carefully selecting each piece. I happen upon an auction in the market's center, the sound of hooves upon the cobblestone has me squirming my way through the crowd. One horse sticks out to me, a beautiful white stallion with black socks that match his wild eyes. They call him 'Ghost', when they bring him up for bidding and I waste no time in starting it off. I win him and quickly load his saddlebag with my new clothing, before taking him to purchase food for our journey.

Nothing. Darren folded his arms as we walked toward my SUV. “So you’re telling me every person responsible for running this pack disappeared together?” He looked back toward the pack house. “That doesn’t make a damn bit of sense.” “No,” Byron agreed. “It doesn’t.” I looked over my shoulder one last time. Neither did this silence. A pack without its leadership felt…wrong. Too quiet. Too organized. Like everyone had been told exactly what to say before we arrived. Kyle walked over and gave a slight shake of his head. “I asked around again.”

I quickly read through it until I reached the line that hit my mind hard like sharp teeth: The Georgia State Shifter Alliance Office does hereby register the Pinecrest Valley pack as No Alpha Available. The N.A.A designation will be removed upon receipt of official documentation of pack hierarchy succession in the form of a notarized last will and testament.

I begin searching for him, needing to get ahead of him so he doesn’t hurt anyone and doesn't get access to Alpha Cyra or Gamma Lila. Phisher: What are they collecting? Me: It’s confidential. It’s not a lie, but I also don’t want her to know. As naïve as Wendy is, Yana is even more so. “FUCK!” I snarl, just as the alarms go off in the southern packhouse. Stellan made it all the to the other end of their pack lands. When another ping comes through, I’m ready to ignore it, but stop when I see it. Phisher: HIJACK!