Pack Mountain Novels & Stories

The kind of man who liked being admired more than being loved. Not that it mattered to Arial. I’d caught her more than once ogling magazines with his half-naked pictures on the cover. His low-slung pants, that smug grin, and abs carved like they’d been sculpted by the Moon Goddess herself. Back then, he’d been a model. But after he inherited his father’s title, Alpha of the Bloodfang Pack, he’d traded the runway for the throne. The first car to stop was a sleek black Mustang. Alpha Jake stepped out…The Moon Howl Pack’s Alpha is from the western territory, just three hours away.

I change into my trenchcoat with nothing underneath it I wear my black thigh highs with a gutter and 4 inch black pumps I am going to deliver Mr Parker's Linch By midday I walk back down stairs my mother and her friend are nowhere in sight ,I get in my Mother's Range Rover SUV that she barley drives passing by a popular burger joint by to grab me and Hottie some lunch before Lunch heading to his office jamming to Jhené Aiko On the way. I am literally driving wet thinking about all the things Mr Parker could do to me Gosh I can't wait to get there. I drive in the Parking lot of Mr Parker's office

Alden’s car has optimal heating, but I can see the way the lush grassy meadows turn to dry tundra. The mountains dusted with snow that once lined the horizon came closer with every mile, until we were driving up the winding roads. Snow lining the road seemed to get thicker the more we climbed, until the roads were icy and mist crawled along the asphalt. Alden’s car seemed to have no issues. “Independance Pack mountains,” Alden explains to me, answering the question I had been tossing around my head. “Not many inhabit. Faye’s Pack is along the border.” “Are we heading there?” I ask.

I smack his shoulder playfully. He laughs, “Then don’t drop your block, princess.” I just roll my eyes. When we finally arrived at the packhouse, I realized we weren’t in Texas anymore. It was MASSIVE and situated so high in the mountains of Colorado that I was afraid I might get altitude sickness. Ares insists I drink a bottle of water every hour to prevent me from this and possibly hurting our pup. The packhouse was unbelievably beautiful and the views from inside were breathtaking! I felt like I could see every state that borders Colorado from here!

Just then Hunter scampered up to us. “I got his line.” “Which way.” “Headed North.” “Toward the WildWood?” Vanquish asked in surprise. “He must be thinking if he can make it there, we won’t follow him in.” Racer suggested. “We can’t.” Vanquish agreed. “Not with the wolf-hunting-Roamer there.” “What’s that?” I asked. “A troll. I think.” Racer murmured. “A giant. He hunts anything with fur and ears that seems like it might be a wolf.”

I was accepted into my first run, the Blue mountain pack about six hours south of Whitefield, New Hampshire six months later. Soon the dense forest thins out revealing a massive complex much bigger than all the packs I’ve been to so far. The pack house is easily identifiable, as it’s always the first building anyone entering the territory by car will see. The complex is well lit giving it the appearance of a small city illuminating the pack house against the moonlit sky.

So, with that, I shook my heavy black coat and stood as I quickly began loping towards the Green Mountain pack boundary. I knew that the Green Mountain pack bordered the Freeland. The way the lines worked, first, was my pack, the Crescent Moon pack which was the farthest north and most secluded into the mountains, then, nearest Morgantown, was Alpha Alexander Cook’s pack, the Monongahela River pack, which bordered the human city and the Freeland. Opposite the Freeland, you had Evan James and the Green Mountain pack. By car, the trip was only a couple of hours winding on the mountain roads, however running cross country, it would take nearly the entire day, even for an Alpha just because the

"This is your bag, filled with snacks and water. You'll carry it while we hike. If it gets too heavy, I'll help you." Mason put the backpack on right away, looking up at Damon with confidence. "Daddy, I'm a man too. I can handle it!" Damon couldn't help but smile. "Okay, I believe you." They had chosen a mountain called Mount Trifall, which usually had a fair number of local visitors. However, with the light drizzle today, they were the only ones there. Nyla had never taken Mason hiking before, so he was excited and curious about everything around him.

They had work, and I had been running these mountains my entire life. I was home from college, and they knew I needed to let my wolf out for a while. Our house was on the edge of our Pack lands and west of Salmon, Idaho. The Frank Church-River of No Return Wilderness Area was a short run away, and beyond that was the biggest remaining roadless area in the Lower 48. The name originated when Lewis and Clark tried to take the Salmon River west. They couldn't get past the rapids and couldn't paddle back upstream either. It's a pack hunting ground for us. Now that grey wolves have protection, we can run without being in danger of a rancher shooting us on sight. There are mule deer, antelope, and

My gut was telling me that I was not going to entirely like this meeting because he would not be reaching out to the pack I was in now if it was not for some purpose. “Alpha Carlos of the Glacier Pack located along the outskirts of Glacier National Park in Montana. You took up the title of Alpha after a failed attack to decimate your pack. I had just turned nine when my father brought me to visit your pack during your induction ceremony. You had two, sorry, three ladies on your arms,” I said, showing him that I knew exactly who he was.