Pack Names Novels & Stories

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."

The transition goes peacefully, the same can not be said for the other three packs. It takes us a little over a month to conquer the remaining three packs. We have kept the Beta’s and Gamma’s of the packs in function. We constantly have couriers going to and from each former pack to stay informed of everything. Breanna and Bridget are also on the move with a small battalion. In each pack they check the administration and the finances.

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.

"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:

A sign that the Blood Moon Grand Council will decide the geopolitical fate of the shadow world. Hundreds of representatives from the richest packs in Europe, Asia, and America sat in circular stands. The majority of them were arrogant old men in fancy suits who considered conservative bloodlines more sacred than anything else. In the middle of the arena, there is a circular table engraved with the symbol of the three strongest packs. One of the golden chairs belonging to the Vanguard was still empty, which immediately sparked a disgruntled buzz.

The death of Harlock, the beloved alpha of the pack, left the entire pack in mourning. The usually lively pack was now somber and quiet, with everyone trying to come to terms with the sudden loss of their great leader. The pack of werewolves mourned deeply and solemnly for their fallen alpha, Harlock. The mood in the pack was heavy, and a sense of grief filled the air. For 25 days, the pack members followed their age-old tradition of wearing black armbands, a symbol of mourning and respect for their departed leader. The vibrant and lively nature of the pack was subdued as they refrained from any form of celebration or festivity during this time.

Alpha Avery and Alpha Blaine were also intently looking at the syringe and nodded when they felt my eyes on them. "What do you mean?" Dominic asked. Alpha Avery cleared his throat. "As you know our three packs specifically had a very long war with each other hundreds of years ago for hunting ground rights as our packs were formed fairly close to one another due to my pack being the forefather of the other two. During this war a few wolves from my pack created a drug that would make us stronger. The side effects were horrendous and a law was put into motion that no one would ever use that substance again. My pack shamefully admitted the truth and the hunting ground that was in question we bes

Scarlet and Kesley have gone back to their various pack. There are four types of pack; Dynamite pack, flowind pack, Night sky pack, and CR pack. Scarlet is from the Dynamite pack while Kesley is from surging pack. Scarlet arrived home and was surprised that no one welcomed her. All of them were busy with one thing or the other. She went to her mother and asked her what was going on. She was ignored, and she went to her room to unpack her belongings. Her room door opened but she did not turn.

I dropped my gaze and twisted my skirt until my knuckles turned white. Frostfang Pack had no she-wolves. For generations, they'd kept their ties to mainland packs through marriage pacts. But northern wolves weren't like us. They were stronger. Rougher. Way more dominant. Once they claimed their mate, their possessiveness went feral. Once you were marked, you were theirs for life. No she-wolf wanted to spend forever trapped on a mountain buried in ice and snow. Ronan's face went dark. "Did they hurt you again?" His voice dropped. "Orion? Cassian? Nikolai?"

Arman While Alpha Warren arranged the increased patrols, Yorick argued with Cyra about remaining inside under the C-Squads watch. She didn’t relent until he reminded her that if Stellan got to her, he wouldn’t hesitate to kill their son. That seemed to finally get through to her and she and Gamma Lila, along with their pups remained in the public areas of the new packhouse surrounded by warriors and C-Squad members. While Alphas Quirin, Connor, and Henry went on the increased patrols to make sure that Alpha Warren’s underage pups stayed safe, Yorick led me to the monitors that have been set up in the packhouse to watch the pack’s borders.