P A C K E D Unscramble Novels & Stories

"But burning through your life force to draft war plans will only land you in a burial mound before the Great Pack Assembly." Qin Zhizhou winced as Xiaomi handed him the potion. He downed it in one gulped breath, his jaw tightening. "I don't have the luxury of resting, Gorgo. Tomorrow is Friday. The semi-final selection for the Alpha Trade Council's drafting contract begins at noon. If our pack doesn't present a complete territorial map, House Argyros will strip our funding." "You don't need to finish the old scrolls," a sharp voice called out from the doorway.

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 don't understand. "Do you understand what Alpha Kennedy means?" Kiana steps up to me. She's dressed in plait and cargo pants, similar to last time. Her hair is pulled back in an intricate braid, revealing a tattoo that looks something like a triquetra. "The packs all have a responsibility to their Wolves. And Solari has every intention of holding them to those responsibilities."

“If you do have to come for her… don’t just keep her alive.” I frown. “Meaning?” “Give her a pack,” he says. “A real one.” I glance out the window again at my men, my family. “I can do that.” “I know,” Fang replies. “That’s why I called you.” The call ends not long after that. I lower the phone slowly, my reflection staring back at me in the dark glass of the window. The wolf beneath my skin is restless now, pacing hard, insistent. Somewhere out there is a woman who doesn’t know her world is about to burn.

Luna Piper comes back with a laptop and puts it down on the table in front of me, and sits down. “Reed says in the document that there is a file called “PACKS.” And then they are put in countries. Under America, we find the folder called Alliances. That’s the ones we invite.” Luna explains, and I quickly find what we need. I open the pack's email and start typing in all the emails we need to send the invite to. Including the one pack we are not in alliance with, Alpha Daniel. Then I find the file with the nicely crafted invitation and put it into the email.

Official Pack Transfer Agreement, the bold header read. My breath caught as I read the lines below it. Subject Name: Seren Ashvale. Status: Unranked. Age: 19. Classification: Unclaimed female with no standing objections. I shook my head, my mind spinning as I scrambled down to the bottom of the page. There was a bold number printed next to the official seal—a massive sum of pack credits. But it was the messy handwriting scribbled in the margin that made my breath freeze entirely. Midnight Black GT Coupe. Deluxe interior. Delivery by Friday.

progressive-markdown_:is(p,blockquote,ul,ol,h1,h2,h3,h4,h5,h6)]:pr-8"> _*]:min-w-0 gap-3 standard-markdown"> There is a way that packs remember. Not individually — individually is the archive, the notebooks, the case files, the formal documentation accumulated across generations. Individually is the record. The way packs remember is different. It is the way a body remembers how to breathe — not consciously, not through the retrieval of information, but through the continuous practicing of a thing until it becomes the thing itself. Not the memory of breathing. Breathing.

I hadn't expected to adress the pack. "Good evening everyone. It's a pleasure to be here. My name is Kaydence Inigo. I am the former Alpha of the Deepridge pack and the daughter of Robert and Jinelle Inigo who were good friends with Dominics parents. This full moon I will also be joining Palecrest pack as your new Luna. I hope you will accept me and feel free to come to me for anything. I look forward to working with and getting to know everyone." I handed Dominic his microphone back and gave him a small glare. Jerk. He grinned at me. The crowd clapped at my announcement and Dominic smiled at me.

She continued. “Well, it did work out for him. He lost all his power and most of his influence within the tribe. All our food supplies dwindled. The only way he could feed the pack was by doing bad things to other people. As I’m sure you’ve already heard; Cannibalism.” Lora laughed and I could only sit there, dumfounded. Charlie let out a snort along with her. I clasped my hands in front of myself and ignored her ‘pack’ phrase. “Why didn’t you guys rebel sooner?”

“Give it some time. They haven’t had enough time to see the change. We’ll explain on Sunday when we answer the summons.” Was she supposed to not know that they were talking about the pack? Aislen wondered. Had there been a group agreement that they wouldn’t talk about it directly, but they would talk around it as if everyone knew the key words that were missing from the conversation? A Triquetra secret code, she thought sourly. Or were they acknowledging that she did know, and would know the secret code? But, if that were so, why use one at all?