Sanctuary: A Hidden Pack Novels & Stories

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.

he remarked, grinning widely. Elyra returned our stare, her face full of laughter and misery. "You two can flirt after we've secured the sanctuary." "We're not—" I began, but Eric stopped me. "Sure thing, Elyra," he sneered, plainly relishing my misery. The sanctuary was hidden away in a beautiful glade, and its entrance was marked by an antique archway covered with shimmering runes. As we walked in, I felt a sensation of calm rush over me, as if we'd entered a bubble that the outside world couldn't penetrate.

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,

I felt like I had nothing to go back to and deep down that made me feel like shit. "Luna you know the territory best, what would be the best way to get in without causing too much alarm to quickly dispose of Elstan?" I looked up at Xander who was leaning over a map of the Deepridge packs territory. I looked over at it. "Honestly since I left the pack they've increased security and theres motion detecting lights now all around the perimiter according to Emron. There isn't really a way to sneak in. However if we want to avoid as many people as possible getting involved in this and having a straight shot towards Elstan his house is here." I said pointing to a spot that Emron had told me Elstan

The ancient sanctuary awaited, and with it, the next chapter of our journey. The mention of the ancient sanctuary had set my mind abuzz with curiosity. The legends I'd heard as a child had always painted it as a place of refuge, where the spirit of the land itself would grant guidance to those truly in need. "We need to find this sanctuary," I declared, my gaze determined. "If the legends are true, it could provide the answers we're seeking." Alec nodded a thoughtful expression on his face. "I've heard tales of it, too. Elders in the pack would speak of a secluded temple, hidden deep within the Veiled Haven, protected by nature itself."

Elder Fenrick chuckled until his eyes watered. “How entertaining,” he said. “A fiery child,” Haran sneered. “But your destiny is the bed, not the battlefield.” “You’re meant to be bound to a true Alpha,” Jorah added, blunt as a blade. “Your womb is worth more than your will. A husband with strength will keep this pack alive. Not you alone.” My nails bit crescents into my palm. “You speak as though I’m a trinket to be bartered.” “Because you are,” Haran snapped, spittle in his words. “The pack needs an Alpha. Not a girl pretending to wear a wolf’s skin.”

The pack became a well-oiled machine, honing their skills and forging unbreakable bonds of trust and loyalty. During this time, Dakota and Claire's relationship grew stronger than ever. Their shared experiences and unwavering support for one another solidified their connection, intertwining their destinies. Together, they became a beacon of hope for the pack, inspiring them to push beyond their limits and never surrender. The search has already begun for Zane. But they got no clue of the location of the twelve. But for now, the first priority is to protect the pack. As their preparations neared completion, rumours began to circulate of a hidden sanctuary, an ancient stronghold said to hold t

Because he wasn't packing to send me anywhere. "Crane says the shard won't hold Luca much longer," he said quietly. "Three days, maybe four, and the freeze breaks, and the only place on the continent that can re-anchor a White child until we reach the altar is the Sanctuary. Your mother's people. The hidden ones." He set a second, smaller bag beside the first. Luca's. "So we go. Tonight. Before Cyrus realizes the viral queen just bought us a window." "You're sending us to the Sanctuary."

Ember Frost’s POV I only learned later that the sanctuary was hidden in a quiet forest, nearly an entire district away from the Lycan pack's territory. It was close enough to their land to keep everyone aware of its presence, yet far enough away to remain neutral ground. That placement hadn't happened by chance. It had been carefully chosen to protect the sanctuary's sanctity while discouraging anyone who didn't belong. I'd always imagined it would be buried deep within Lycan territory or isolated somewhere no werewolf would ever think to look. Finding it so close to the center of their domain caught me off guard.