Sanctuary: A Hidden Pack Novels & Stories

The road turned from pavement to gravel to a narrow goat track hugging the cliff edge, and fog rolled in thick, swallowing the hood of the car until it finally broke. The Sanctuary wasn’t some luxury hideaway; it was a brutal stone monastery spiked into the mountain like a middle finger to gravity. There were no lights and no guards, just one massive oak door and a silence that felt older than money itself. I killed the engine and looked at Iris. She was pale, but her jaw was set in that stubborn, beautiful line I’d kill for. She reached into the black box, pulling out the snub-nosed revolver she’d hidden under the ledgers all this time.

His voice fills the chamber, deep yet gentle, like waves rolling against the shore. “You are here because fate willed it so,” he begins. “This villa will not turn you away. Not now, not ever. We name this place a sanctuary. And from tonight onward, we are no longer scattered souls. We are a pack.” The word pack lingers in the air, heavier than any incantation. The five shift uneasily, trading hesitant glances, until Selene bows her head and rises. Her pale hair glints like silver threads in the candlelight, her eyes shimmering with tears she does not bother to hide.

But it was worse when he wasn’t around. The thick black material held residual heat from Lucas wearing it, melting away the cold that had gone bone deep. It wasn’t much but the brief respite from the wintery night helped Chloe focus. She turned to check on her friends, surprised to find that like her, they had been donated jackets and coats by Lucas’ men. Even Emily accepted aid despite being missing for several days and knowing nothing about the people around them. “Emily says this is where the pack was buried.” Chloe finally spoke without looking at Lucas. “They can feel a connection to this place.”

Beta Vance stepped into the room, his face tense under his soot-stained helm, his hand resting tightly on the hilt of his broadsword as he signaled the guards to remain outside. "They have cleared the secondary checkpoint, Queen Lyra," Vance announced, his voice dropping into a hard, unyielding register that echoed off the vaulted ceiling. He bowed his head deeply, his golden eyes reflecting the flickering candlelight. "It is the Deep Wilds pack—the ancient isolationists from beyond the fractured ridges. They haven't crossed the border into the lowlands in over three generations. Their leader demands an audience with the hybrid heir before the first dawn of the new council."

We needed to reach the sanctuary before the storm broke, or risk leaving a trail that even the most novice tracker could follow. "There," Sin said suddenly, pointing to a narrow path that wound between two towering rock formations. "The entrance to the sanctuary lies beyond that pass." Relief washed over me, but it was short-lived. As we approached the pass, the wind carried a scent that made my blood run cold—wolf, but not of our pack. And close. "Get down," I hissed, pulling Ailith behind a large boulder. Sin crouched beside us, her hand moving to the blade at her hip.

A True Luna stood at the center, with four lines connecting her to the Alpha, Beta, Gamma and Delta. “The surviving Sacred Pack manuals consistently describe this structure. Four command wolves, each mutually claimed with the True Luna. When all four relationships are established, the Sacred Pack reaches Completion. Nothing I’ve found changes that definition, and nothing about what I’m going to show you makes your Completion incomplete.” Grant leaned forward beside me. “But something is different.” “Something is very different.” Mansfield placed another document beside the diagram. “I’ve been looking in the wrong records.” That got Julien’s pen to stop.

“If every generation inherited every wound as though it had happened yesterday…” He looked around the circle. “…peace would become impossible.” ⸻ Amelia thought of Daniel. He had always written down the truth. But he had never allowed grief to define his life. For the first time, she understood why. ⸻ Elias pointed toward the six glowing circles. “Each Hidden Sanctuary protects one gift.” Professor Moreau picked up a notebook. “What gifts?” Elias answered one by one. “The Sanctuary of Memory.” “The Sanctuary of Hope.” “The Sanctuary of Mercy.”

And just before darkness fully consumed us, he leaned close to my ear and whispered “When he realizes what you’re carrying… he won’t just hunt you.” A pause. “He’ll start a war.” As we emerge from the shadows into unfamiliar territory, I come face-to-face with a hidden rogue pack and their leader steps forward. “Welcome to Sanctuary,” he says. And the way he looks at me tells me one thing He already knows exactly what I am carrying.

The chamber shook with the impact. For one impossible second, everything held. Then the seam beneath the beast’s throat split open in a spray of red-black light—and from inside it poured not blood, but voices. The hound staggered, screaming with the sound of girls finally being heard. And deep under my hand, the foundation opened one layer further to reveal a final chamber the sanctuary had been hiding from us all.

I leave Hijack off since he's giving the update. Me: Stealth, tell them who you know who went missing. Tracker: I need her name, rank, and pack. Stealth gives her the information, then I watch her on video searching her computer. Tracker: I have her on my list. We haven’t found her yet. How do you know her? Stealth: She went missing from the pack where my sister became Luna. She and her mate reported the woman missing, but no one has been able to find her. Jude: Hopefully you can help us find her.