Sanctuary: A Hidden Pack Novels & Stories

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

Let them scream. “Take me to the warehouse,” I said. My voice was steady and hard. Marcus nodded and turned toward the city. The warehouse was mine. Untouchable and hidden away. Cash, weapons, connections, all of it tucked there, waiting. I needed space to think, to plan. Because one thing was certain: they weren’t going to stop. Her parents. My parents. The goddamn church. They would claw at us until there was nothing left. Unless I stayed ten steps ahead.

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

"But you do not own the sky. The human military task force... they didn't just launch one missile. Look at the secondary radar display on your terminal." Dominic’s gold-rimmed eyes snapped toward the shattered wall monitor, where a single, backup analogue radar screen was still operational. On the display, a cluster of twelve additional stealth-ordnance signatures had just entered the airspace directly above the South Pacific trench—and their trajectory wasn't aimed at the island fortress. They were targeted at the five largest werewolf pack capitals across the globe. Silas let out a dark, rattling laugh. "The moment my heartbeat stops, Dominic... the coordinates for every hidden sanctuary o

I ask, hoping she'll spill it in the moment of emotions. “If we were near Highway then we would all be dead by now. Sloane called this place a safe sanctuary because it's in the Pack. No one can think a group of rogues is hidden— She gasps, darting her wide eyes at me like she had committed a crime. “Oh, no…no” She panics, slapping a hand over her forehead. I stand up and grab her by the shoulders. “What Pack is this?” I ask sternly. “No… No!” She yells, pushing me away.

"You've got no right to talk about love. A hidden girlfriend? Nah, just my replacement." Anger surged within me. Before I could shoot back, her smile turned cruel. She shoved past me, knocking my shoulder hard. "Know your place." Her footsteps faded, leaving me clutching my chest. The pain was unbearable. Luke failed me, but Karma always came back around. Once I calmed down, I went home. Mike called. "Your fiancé got you an animal biology book with real specimens inside. Pretty cool, right? How are you going to thank me?"

"We don't have much time. Marc's warriors are getting bolder in their 'assistance' with the border patrol." "Where are we going?" I asked, accepting the pack she handed me. "The mountain sanctuary," Uncle Mateo replied. "It's neutral territory, technically, but has been a haven for the Graystone line for generations. Marc won't dare follow openly without violating ancient compacts." Luna Mara approached, holding a small vial of swirling amber liquid. "This will help mask your scent completely for about twelve hours. Enough time to get you safely to the sanctuary." I took the vial, uncorking it with trepidation. The smell was acrid and unpleasant.

They were Silverbacks who hadn't been warriors, but healers and scholars. Marcus, listening from the front seat, chimed in. He said the Sanctuary wasn't a myth. He told them it was a convent like estate on the outskirts of the Blackwood Forest, about fifty miles east of the city. It had been officially listed as an asylum for "spiritually afflicted" pack members during the purges. He said everyone assumed the inhabitants had been executed decades ago.