Sanctuary: A Hidden Pack Novels & Stories

" 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!"

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.

A Sanctuary Pack? I mulled it over for a while. So the cover was working, but the rumor mill was already rolling hot and heavy. Which I had to deal with… But the Sanctuary Pack idea was a good idea. Of course, I had to reinstall the law that protected those packs, and I had to include unregistered packs, since the White Moon Flower Pack technically wasn’t registered yet. And yes, my wolf smirked wickedly, thinking about all the asshole idiots who would die testing that theory...

The documents we had pulled from the Antarctic station hinted at one very last location— a meeting factor mentioned best as “Sanctuary.” Vanessa stared at her laptop, her face illuminated via way of means of the blue glow of the screen. “They’re regrouping,” she said. “I’ve been piecing together fragments from intercepted communications, and the whole thing factors to Sanctuary. It’s their fallback plan, an area wherein they are able to vanish and rebuild.” Rachel frowned. “Any concept of where this ‘Sanctuary’ is?” Vanessa nodded, pulling up a satellite tv for a pc image. “It’s in Switzerland, deep withinside the Alps. An underground facility hidden below a luxurious resort. On the surface,

All the athames that Cynbel had made and sold had been carved with blessings and prayers so that regular Wolves can use them. Both Abrego and Solari seem to be more religious, whereas packs like Palus aren't. Hendrick always told me that his mother's birthpack, Ameku, is stauncher. So it stands to reason that like most countries, every pack have a different level of faith. These large ceremonies and rituals call for most of the herbs to be used up from the stocks in storage, so I had taken the kids with me to help restock. We've been out here for hours, but I don't mind and neither do the kids. It's been a relief to step away from the seriousness of my research and analysing, especially with

The "Sanctuary" wasn't a church or a safe house. It was a brutalist fortress of black glass and reinforced steel, hidden deep in the hills far from the prying eyes of the New York elite. The SUV came to a skidding halt in the subterranean garage. Silas didn't wait for Marcus to open the door. He was out and hauling me with him before the engine had even died. His grip on my hand was possessive, his skin still humming with the silver energy we’d shared in the boardroom.

"Seven wolves. Four children, two former Alphas, and two reformed traitors. You'll form a new pack in the Dead Lands. It will be difficult. Dangerous. You'll face threats no normal pack ever encounters. But you'll face them together. As family." "What do we call ourselves?" Luna asked. "Every pack needs a name," Yuki said. "Something that represents what you are." Ivy thought about everything they'd been through. Everything they'd sacrificed. Everything they'd become. "Sanctuary Pack," she said. "Because that's what we'll build. A place where broken things can heal. Where outcasts can belong. Where families can be together despite impossible odds." "Sanctuary Pack," Dominic repeated, testing

“That pendant holds sacred power, Grace. A power tied to this pack. To me.” Her lips parted, her breaths growing shallow. “If it’s so special,” she whispered bitterly, “then clearly, I should’ve used it to buy safer sanctuary. Somewhere far. Somewhere you can’t get to.” I slammed my palm against the wall beside her, the sound reverberating throughout the claustrophobic space. My wolf roared at her insinuation, its fury radiating off me in suffocating waves. “Sanctuary?” I hissed, leaning in until my nose nearly brushed hers. “From me? Tell me, Grace, do you really think neutral laws will keep you hidden? My wolf doesn’t care about borders.”

She covered her mouth with her hand in happiness and she quickly dressed up, hoping to find Venkat somewhere in the pack house. Meanwhile, somewhere not far from the pack house, a spell was being casted. "Who you were, you're now another," "take the face of Heather's brother." Ro slowly made her way into the pack house large living room as people stared at her with surprise before slowly bowing to her. She didn't know what to say so she nodded slightly then went on her way. She then went outside the pack house looking around. She smiled to herself when she saw a small house close by with a sign that read 'Alpha's Cabin'. Ro walked towards the small building oblivious to what was about to hap

"They knew the virus would return. They knew the cycle would continue. So they left something behind. Something that could help future generations. Something that could break the cycle." I paused. "A weapon." Adrian tensed. "A weapon?" "A weapon that can destroy the virus. Forever." I looked at the pages. "The weapon is hidden. In the ruins of their civilization. In a place called the Sanctuary." Elena stepped forward. "Where is the Sanctuary?" I read on. "The Sanctuary is in the mountains. In the place where the first marker was created. Where the first experiment was conducted. Where the first civilization fell." I looked at them. "We need to find it."