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He asked, pointing an accusing finger at his beta. “No, alpha,” Beta answered, his gaze lowered in fear, he hated when alpha Damon got like this, never ends well for anyone. “I thought so.” He snorted, getting up to face the floor. He had to do something, there just had to be a way around it somehow. “What pack did you say she belonged to?” He asked as an idea sparked up in his head. “The mist wood pack.” The beta will answer, his face scrunched up, confused as he tried to understand where alpha Damon's mind was going.

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.

There was no way I would leave the Potters for good. That night, Noah ran his hand down Ava's smooth back, but his mind kept going back to me—my face covered in blood. He might have gone too far this time, he thought. He sent a message to his assistant. [Find a wolf that looks exactly like the one May used to keep. Bring it back.] In his arms, Ava had already changed into her new outfit—a wolf-fur bikini. Somehow irritated, Noah yanked it off her. "Don't wear that again. It creeps me out."

Kyle explained while helpfully pointing to his temples. Stacy knew what was happening, she would never admit it but she knew all too well; she had been through it before, but how to explain it to Kyle? “Oh, that’s the Pack link, sometimes with bitten Wolves it can be quite strong at first, it should pass soon, and you will just hear the Alphas, when they want you to of course.”

Stay tuned for Book Two, The Pack’s Triquetra! ** Please Note: a change was made at this point of the storyline in order to show the Triquetra's perspective and to keep book lengths managable **

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.

Bailey ended up riding with Jaxon and Parker again as Gavin and Wyatt cleaned up their camp and checked for signs of pursuit. With Jaxon driving-to keep him out of trouble, Parker had explained with a grin-she ended up seated in the back with the giant. Perfect, because she brimmed with questions, and now that the wolf was out of the bag, so to speak, she hoped he'd answer them. "What's a pack?" Parker's brows lifted. "Jumping right into it, are you? Fair enough. I guess there's no hiding anymore what we are. A pack is what we call a group of Lycans who live together under the rule of an alpha."

I stared at the letter and fumbled around to see the context or anything, but all I saw was the royal seal of the Jupitus pack on the wax seal of the envelope that was torn. Jupitus pack? What the hell is going on?

All I wanted now was for my wish to be fulfiled. I and Ciara walked downstairs to the hall, where the assembly would be held. New packs were just arriving, Penumbra pack, Shadow lantern pack and the Erlanger pack. I couldn't recognize them when they were mixed together but in groups, they usually exhibit that trait that tells their pack names. I was able to recognize Erlanger pack members with the way they dressed like they could get cold anytime. For the Penumbra pack members, I was able to recognize them with their hair color. They all possessed this kind of hair colour that looked weird, they had shinny black hair but each and and every one's black hair was

“I see. What’s your pack called?” “Black Moon” he stated proudly. My mouth formed an o as my eyebrows rose higher. “Black Moon. Is that what’s tattoo-ed on your chest?” “It’s not a tattoo. It’s my mark! Every pack has a different mark imprinted somewhere on their body to represent their pack. Our mark is a black crescent moon,” “Then shouldn’t your pack be called 'The Black Crescents’ or ‘The Black Crescent Moon’?” I said dramatically. “Maybe but I can’t change its name. If something like a pack name assigner existed, I would have given you the job on the spot,” he joked.