Sanctuary: A Hidden Pack Novels & Stories

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 obeyed out of habit, letting my features settle into the blank mask expected of me. But it was then, in that moment of forced silence, that I caught a flash of something familiar at the back of the hall—a slender figure slipping through the side entrance, her face shadowed but unmistakable. Trinity. She’d been gone for years, banished from pack life after one too many harsh judgments and cold stares.

“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?”

They vanished into the storm, three shadows running from the dead and straight into the next fight. ⟅━━━━━━⟆ ⚜ ⟅━━━━━━⟆ Next: 18 — Sanctuary The past isn’t done hunting. Nowhere is safe. And the price for mercy is higher than ever.

Frostspire a defeated adversary, the marrow god the ultimate enemy. The Dawn Pack stood in a tight formation near the entrance of the sanctum, their breaths visible in the frigid air, their cloaks pulled tight against the chill, the frost dusting their shoulders, their packs discarded at the entrance, their weapons drawn, the air thick with the anticipation of the final battle, the wind howling through the chamber, the ice crunching under their boots, the chill seeping through their layers, their bond a radiant flame against the cold, the blue glow a constant threat, the marrow god a towering adversary they faced as one. Samantha Lykos stood at the forefront, her crescent-tipped staff gripp

His gaze shifted briefly towards Rhydian, who appeared frozen in his seat with his fists clenched on the table. Malachai continued speaking. “Sanctum Primordia does not intend to reopen old wounds,” he said, sweeping his gaze across the entire hall. “Rather, we intend to move forward. Today marks the return of the Syltharion Pack to Sanctum Primordia, and seeing the Beast will serve as a reflection for all of us.” The commotion suddenly sank into a suffocating silence. Now, no one spoke, as though everyone feared provoking something that should never be disturbed.

" 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.”