Sanctuary: A Hidden Pack Novels & Stories

He rested his head on my shoulder. “I will not let them take him,” I said. “We know,” Joseph answered. We walked until the sun started to drop. The trees grew thicker. Old stone markers appeared between the roots, half buried and covered in moss. Joseph slowed down. “We are close,” he said. “The sanctuary is just ahead. The land here confuses scent and power. It should hide us for a few days.” The sanctuary was not a building. It was a wide circle of standing stones in a hidden hollow. Some stones were broken. Others still stood tall. The ground inside the circle felt different under my feet. Quieter. Heavier.

THE three disappeared from the hospital and emerged to the Altierra’s farm in Caramoan. Kharyn held the key—a medium-sized gold triangle with inscriptions written in the faerie alphabet. She chanted the spell and motioned the key in her hand. Suddenly, a blinding light appeared and formed a magic circle, and they got in.

All the dirty faces I’ll wipe clean, all the broken toys I’ll fix, all our pups running through the cabin who will know, without question, that I am theirs and they are mine. But now is not the moment for that dream; now is the moment for truth. The clearing opens before us. People fill the space, some as humans, some as wolves. Phoenix Pack in the centre, Midnight enforcers along the right flank, River Pack scouts on the left. Their eyes track us as we make our way to the front. Callen clears his throat. “Well, that’s not unnerving at all.” Remy shoots him a look. “Focus.” Parker whispers to Paige, “Are you sure you’re ready?”

It was the walk of someone trying to get somewhere… or away from something. And then there was the way she kept looking back. Every few seconds, her head turned over her shoulder, eyes scanning, searching, cautious. Like prey. Or someone hiding a secret too dangerous to be discovered. A queen didn’t move like that. Not unless something was wrong. “I know that place very well, boss,” Zero’s voice came again, this time more certain. I leaned back slightly, though my eyes never left her. “Are you sure?” “That place is called a sanctuary. One of my buddies works there. He said it belongs to a highly placed alpha in this pack.”

"Mira, contact the Silver Moon Pack in the North. Tell Alpha Marcus I need sanctuary for my people." "Sanctuary?" Mira's voice trembled. "Elena, what are you doing?" I grabbed the car keys from the desk. "I'm going to see this woman for myself. The little ghost who has our great Alpha under her spell." The Supernatural Sanctuary was a nondescript gray building downtown. I pushed open the heavy glass doors, the sharp smell of antiseptic hitting me. The lobby was crowded. Rogues who’d lost their packs. Orphans waiting for a new home.

The Sanctum of the First Howl. Jake's eyes got a little bigger. The Sanctum was our pack's most sacred and secret place. It was a cave system deep in the most dangerous part of our territory, protected by the blood and magic of the first Mystic Hollows Alpha. It was the last place to go, the last line of defense. The fact that I was taking Lyra and the child there said a lot about how dangerous I thought it was. "Alpha, as you say." He bowed and left to do what he had been told to do.

"You'd be surprised how well we can hide things when we want to. Especially with your gift to help us see which protections will work best." Sarah stared at my glowing eyes, then at Alex's golden ones. "You're not... just werewolves, are you? There's something more..." We both smiled at her. She would be very safe here. "Fireside and Paw pack is special," Beth confirmed. "A sanctuary for those who need it, protected by both supernatural power and divine blessing. Plus we got strong alphas." Through our pack bonds, they felt the territorial guards shifting positions, already adapting to include Sarah in their protection matrix. Melissa appeared briefly in the doorway, nodding to confirm secur

I suggested, thinking of the heavily fortified underground compound where pack treasures and, in times of war, vulnerable pack members were housed. "Exactly what I was thinking," he nodded, helping me gather the now-trembling children. "We'll secure them there with our best guards while we organize our defense." I quickly helped both girls into sturdy clothes, urging them to be brave while Alexander continued issuing orders through his phone. Within minutes, we were moving through secret passages in the pack house walls, designed centuries ago for exactly this kind of emergency. The Sanctuary was a fortress within a fortress, buried deep beneath the main house, with walls of reinforced concr

"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.

Below it, the node's automated acknowledgment that the enclosure was in deployment. Which was now, thanks to Marcus's work on the cluster, wrong. Xander looked at the screen. At three hundred units. At demolition charge package confirmed. At orbital-grade in the technical specification field that the demolition package inventory had populated. He clicked the comm. "Sarah," he said. "Reading you." "Draven didn't deploy the jamming enclosure to isolate the sanctuary," he said. "He deployed it to cover an approach." A pause. "How large." "Three hundred Northern Shores wolves," Xander said. "With demolition charges. The specification says orbital-grade."