روايات وقصص ضمن Pack Name

“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 space was filled with the rich, earthy scent of old books and polished wood, creating an inviting ambiance as I prepared to tackle the next steps of my journey. Sitting at the worn oak desk, I opened the application for recognition as a pack and for admission to Cripple Creek University to pursue my Alpha Education. The screen illuminated my face, displaying a series of questions that felt both daunting and exhilarating. When I reached the section asking for the pack name, I typed in "Blood Moon Eclipse" with a sense of pride swelling in my chest. But my amusement quickly turned to laughter when the screen flashed back “Not a Recognised Pack.”

It’s hard when what I’m used to are man-clothes and boots! I immediately sat up straight, smiling at the guy who frowns at me. “Come along.” he started to walk so I walk-run to keep up with him. The guy holds a piece of paper and he scanned it before asking me, “From which pack?” he looked at me with a poker face. “Regal,” I said with a grin. He cleared his throat. “That’s weird. The other girls from your pack told me there’s just three of them. Your name, please?”

"Don't worry, I'll be back. I promise." "When we have a dinner party at the mansion, you must wear the pack's signature colours. It is customary and a tradition for family members to wear a colour from the pack. The pack colours are gold and black. Naturally, girls would wear a gold dress with black accessories or vice versa. Men would wear a tux with a gold tie or badge symbolising importance. Special or important warriors will always wear white, no matter what pack they are coming from. Omegas or helpers will wear black and white. Alphas, Lunas and co, will wear their respective pack colours." Luna _ informed me, handing me a stack of paper on my lap.

I should probably ask Rian what the pack’s name and colors were. “Rian, what’s the pack's name? I know that the packs within the kingdom were named separately but I don’t know the name of your pack.” “We are the Cross River pack, and if you hadn’t noticed the decorations are in the pack colors which are midnight blue, white, and silver. Now let’s get up to the table.”

“And Kolby, we make sure there is no pork and that pork products are cooked separately from the other food.” “Thanks, sorry for the trouble.” She frowned. “It’s not your fault, don’t worry about it.” Reign assured. “I have a question.” Kasper said. Damien nodded for him to continue. “Will our individual packs keep their name, or will the new name be for all three packs to take?” “No, each pack will keep their name but the three of us as a whole pack, the ROYAL pack. The Moon Goddesses pack for Justice will be known by the name we will all chose.” Damien explained.

“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.

All in the Autumn Moon Pack. -----------------

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.

"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: