Scott Mccall Pack Novels & Stories

She opened her mouth but couldn't utter a word. "Sam," I startled and jumped on my feet. My eyes met a dark pair of eyes. His wavy brown hair was long touching his shoulders over his dark suit, he was over six feet tall. He looked strong like rock and handsome. He lifted his hand. His gaze stopped at my eyes, "I didn't mean to startle you," He said softly. "He's Lonan Scott. Highlands Pack's Alpha in Scotland." She got on her feet, "He's my mate," She looked scared.

The cold wind whistled through the gaps, carrying with it the scent of ash and decay. I stood at the edge of the room, watching as humans and wolves filtered in, their movements tense and guarded. My pack was represented by a handful of council members—Merrin stood at my side, his calm presence steadying me, while Vrax lingered near the back, his expression a mask of barely concealed disdain.

I reply, coldly. Scott is wearing a pair of cargo pants and a pink T-Shirt. Nothing special, yet he manages to look impossibly sexy. I haven’t got my head around that idea yet. Scott being sexy, I mean. Scott looking half decent used to be a difficult enough concept. Every morning, I expect him to emerge looking like he used to; as if he stepped out of a Time Machine, all monstrous clothing and mad hair.

Killian gestured to the mages filtering into the clearing amidst the Asara and remnants of NightHunter packs. They all looked rather rough. Between all of them, they were likely the largest pack I’d ever seen. Mages, Alphas, Kings, Gallions… Too many to count. Watching them all step from the trees created quite an imposing sight. They just seemed to keep coming. I lost count after a time. “We’re here with you.” Killian reassured. “We won’t let nothing happen to you, Scamp.” Aviari scrubbed my hair as if I were still a small child.

Exhaling in relief that they finally let him carry his small backpack that would let him run easily. He met the Alpha of the animal wolf pack, his flashed red as he bowed to it. He gave it back the authority of the forest since he won’t be around. “He should be nice to my Lunas” Scott was surprised Walt said that. He communicated according to the animal wolf. Scott took off his shirt and shorts, leaving himself only with a singlet and underwear, he put them in his bag. He had thoughts on taking them off but Walt jumped to the surface, bones began cracking, bending, revealing a black wolf with reddish tail.

“I spoke with Icarus. He understands now that no one here was involved in the attack on his pack.” My fingers clutched the fabric of my pants. Relief scraped through my chest, like a stone being dislodged. “The loss of his parents was a tragedy,” Scott continued, his voice faltering for a second. “They were my friends. But now… the truth has been spoken. And with that, we close this night. No one died in our pack. We have injuries, yes. But no deaths. No more bloodshed. Everyone may return home.” For a moment, it felt like it was over. A false peace hovered like mist. But then, a sharp voice shattered the quiet.

Their parents are from Golden moon pack implying that we all have roots from that pack. But during the recent years uncle scot has been in hiding because the Alpha of golden moon pack wanted him dead for the reason only uncle Scott and those alpha know. It's just in few months that he came back and live in our night moon pack. When mum asked him the reason of his arrival, he said that it's time to do his duties. It's clearly know that my uncle was the strongest beta that has ever existed in the five packs. L

Dell muttered “And now the Alpha Prince of Westwood Pack is making his way into the field!” The MC announced, and just like that A black G- wagon drove into the field, men in black step out from the car and open the door, graciously Jade stepped out of the car in all black outfit looking so dangerously handsome, he stood in the middle of the field as people from Westwood Pack began to cheer on him, yelling his name while the G-wagon was drove out of the field.

“You barely survived the last time; you need to recover.” “I’m recovered enough,” he snaps, and before I can argue, he’s already halfway to the tree line, his wolf breaking through his skin. “Stubborn bastard,” I mutter, then lift Paige again, her limp form pressed tight to my chest. Callen runs up beside me. “We’ve got four trucks from Midnight Pack coming in from the south. Ronnie’s leading them to us.” “Good,” I say. “Once we’re loaded, head straight there. I’ll take rear guard.”

Wyatt calmly shuts the door before turning and walking back into the living, with Katelyn and I following right behind him. Scott is frozen in his chair and blankly staring at us. My mate squats down in front of the chair and looks up at the stunned man as my mate softly asks, “Do you want to go back to your pack with Alpha Zack?” The stunned man slowly shakes his head. Bridget continues, “Do you want to stay here, with Alpha Zack knowing where you live?” Once again, Scott slowly shakes his head no. My mate then softly asks, “Do you want to hide from Alpha Zack? If so, do you mind hiding from him in our pack?”