Sanctuary: A Hidden Pack Novels & Stories

Kaiden continued, "That crystal... that coward Clara didn't have the guts to give it to Liam herself, so she begged me to hold onto it for her. It has a seal on it that only Liam's blood can break." "As for yours..." Kaiden took a deep breath. "The dusty crystals you saw were just the shells. I extracted the memory essence from inside them long ago and enshrined it in the Alpha's 'Sanctum'." The Sanctum was a sacred place in the pack, a forbidden ground that only the reigning Alpha could enter, where the most treasured possessions of past leaders were kept. I was too stunned to speak. It turned out I had lived two lives as a complete and utter fool.

We crested the final ridge, and there it was. The Beacon wasn't just a tower. It was a fortress built into the hollowed-out crater of an extinct volcano. In the center stood a spire of white durasteel that pierced the clouds, emitting the pulse that was healing the sky. Surrounding it was a city not a ruin like Vegas, but a sleek, operational base with hangars, hydroponic domes, and defensive turrets that tracked us with silent precision. "It’s the Sanctuary," I whispered. "The place the Ghost Wolf project was meant to defend."

The sounds from the hall fading as I make my way with the dim light sticking out of thick trees. How do I know she’s in this woods? I sighted her hand purse the minute I got into the car. The gold purse laid on the bench close to the parking lot, certainly she can’t be that careless, besides she’s here for a mission. I'm deep in the woods when something catches my attention, his built is familiar, not just at the party, I can swear I've met him before, plus him standing, like he's towering over something doesn't lessen my suspicion.

“It’s designed to protect against any kind of attack—physical or supernatural. It’s shielded, hidden, only known to the pack, and a few trusted allies. I promise, I would have told you when the time was right.” The idea of a hidden sanctuary, especially after everything we’ve been through, is admittedly comforting. But there’s a part of me that’s still reeling from the realization that there’s so much about Niklaus I still don’t know. “When can I see it?” I ask, curiosity getting the better of my residual frustration.

💔Hidden Scars💔 (😱😵More Unraveled Secrets😵😱) By: Kã Mä Râ . . ✏Written By: _____Authoress Kamara✍_____ . #Season_2: ✨Episode 9✨ . . 💋Harley💋 I turn back and see him standing next to an all you can gift shop. He's not changed at all, only his hair have grown a little and he has a stubby beard right now.

His eyes burning with determination. “They think they have us trapped here. Surrounded. Cut off. Waiting for them to come and finish the job or force us to surrender.” He smiled. It was a cold dangerous smile. “But this Sanctuary has secrets of its own. It was built to be a fortress yes. But it was also built to be a command center. There are tunnels leading out. Hidden routes. Communication arrays that can reach every corner of the globe.” He placed his hand on the prototype crystal again. It glowed in response.

“I know you’re a werewolf, but not one that I know, and I know pretty much everyone in this pack.” Heath shifted into a crouch, the rough tarmac digging into his knee and foot, shivering as the warmth provided by his fur disappeared and his skin pricked with gooseflesh in the cold of the night. He held up his hands. “Health Gale,” he said. “Les Guerriers Sanctifies of Havermouth.” “Heath Gale,” she repeated, the tone of her voice changing. “We’ve met before.” “If you don’t mind,” he gestured to the gun. “I’ll stand?”

" The guards misinterpreted his command, so they dragged me by my feet and threw me outside the entrance to the pack's territory. I lay in the snow, watching the laughter and joy of the celebrations around the distant bonfire. I watched Kayden hold Vera and receive the blessings of the pack. My consciousness began to fade. That was when a black SUV stopped in front of me. A group of humans in protective gear jumped out. They were from the Supernatural Sanctuary, specializing in conflicts between humans and werewolves. "Target confirmed. Vital signs are weak. Signs of a miscarriage." "Hurry, get her in the vehicle! There's still time!"

“Yes. Where we are headed can’t be found on the map. It’s well hidden for obvious reasons. In my pack it’s known as the hold.” “The hold?” She grimaced, “that sounds like a panic room for a war zone.” Adam laughed, “my pack has been known to have the largest sanctuary for centuries. My ancestors had a niche and we all rolled with it.”

She let the betrayal coat her like ash. And then she got up. Washed her face. Put on his favorite sundress. And went to church. Because it was Thursday. Because the quarterly audit was in six days. Because if she was going to burn the whole damn thing down, she needed to know what kind of kindling it was made of first. The sanctuary still smelled like guilt. Even after the candles were snuffed out and the choir robes were pressed and packed away, it lingered—in the carpet, in the wood, in her throat. The smell of devotion gone sour. Of secrets soaked into the upholstery. Of her own obedience rotting in real time.