P A C K E D Unscramble Novels & Stories

The contents of the folder were sufficient motivation for the pack to kill Patrick Carter, but that would require the pack knowing that the humans were collecting the evidence that rested under Heath’s palm, and surely, he would have heard if it were so – Charlie would not have been able to resist the urge to rub it in his face that the pack was having to clean up behind Heath and the Triquetra. “I will ask August and Abigail to make sure that the pack wasn’t involved,” it would give him an opening to raise it with the pack. He might not be able to provide the paperwork and the accurate list of names, but he could, at least, warn them. “But… I’m sure we would have heard. They would have warn

It was already morning and Donald has woken up from his short sleep by a knock on the door and he said to the person at the door; “Come in louis” “Good morning brother” Louis said. “What did you find” Donald asked “I found this torn piece of cloth with the blood moon pack crest on it” Louis said “The blood moon pack is responsible for this, why would they want to kill one of their own?” Donald asked Louis as he tried to comprehend what he has just heard.

"Don't worry, Uncle Mace. I promise to be responsible." Mace's gaze bore into hers, a hanging threat in his words. "Remember what I said, Seraphina. Don't test my patience." As Seraphina left the office, armed with her uncle's Amex card and a smug grin, it was clear that their tumultuous relationship was far from resolved. Mace Sinclair sat in the solitude of his office, surrounded by the towering stacks of paperwork and contract files that were his daily companions. His focus was unwavering as he reviewed the details of a particularly complex deal, his stormy gray eyes scanning the fine print.

Havermouth, Present Time They were woken too early by the delivery of a breakfast tray and plastic wrapped clothing. The early wake up was a deliberate ploy to prove that the pack controlled them, that the pack decided just how long they slept for, what and when they ate, and what they wore, Aislen thought sourly as they began the cycle of showering and dressing for the day. The breakfast only just made up for the early hour, the bacon and pancakes taking off the edge of her annoyance.

he chuckled. "You didn't tell me I couldn't use my hellfire," I growled. Bryce shook his head and exhaled deeply. "Listen Zaika, the only reason I want to take his throne is because of this pack. They aren't rogue, they are just without a label. You remember the fancy little moon-associated names they make up. We are a pack that deserves acknowledgment. Plus I want that stupid barbaric creed ripped to shreds," he stated passionately. I nodded my head in agreement.

My next task is to figure out how to get some information on Mark from Lissa without alerting her. We spend half of the journey going through the agreement and everything we know about the Midnight Pack. Their Alpha, Anders, is one of the strongest I’ve met but getting old. The last time I met him, he contemplated handing his pack to his nephew. This might be an excellent opportunity to meet the guy. Lissa quickly writes up a new agreement, timidly offering her ideas. Encouraging her starts as a tactic to get her relaxed, but by the time we arrive, I realize that she puts all her efforts into making our pack successful. I agree with Lucy. She wouldn’t go through all this work just to have it

Yara I have no idea how long I’ve been fixing broken bones, stitching up bleeding wounds, and generally putting the parts of these people back together. This pack truly was a mess, and I steel myself as I walk out of the last surgery room for the rest of what’s to come. I can feel the fatigue trying to push its way in, but I can’t allow that. Not yet. Not until this pack is at least back to a place where they can start to heal.

"I just followed your orders." "Then you better be ready to follow the rest of my orders tonight," Leonidas growled against my ear, his hot breath brushing over my sensitive skin as his hand slid down to grip my hip tightly. "Because once we step into that Citadel, every pack in the territory will know exactly who you belong to." The carriage lurched forward, speeding into the dark canopy of the Whispering Moon Woods toward the Great Pack Assembly. My scrying stone buzzed softly in my pocket. I pulled it out, seeing an urgent blood-seal message illuminated on the surface:

Desirée Martin knew her time was coming. The party the celebrated the new members of the pack was coming up in the next week. Desi knew this was the thing she was supposed to be looking forward too as she would finally be an adult. The problem for her is that she knew she wasn’t ever going to be accepted by the pack she was with now.

I can’t help my curiosity, opening the file slow and reading the information. “Oakridge pack,” I breath, confused. “Partridge pack, Canine pack…” I read through the list of packs I have never even heard of before, seeing the top of the page written with invitation list, as though there is some kind of event I don’t know about. Of course, I haven’t been all that focused on Gabriel’s work, far too concerned with my own.