Seton Academy: Join The Pack Novels & Stories

"Since when did pack schools get this competitive? I'm not good at strategy puzzles!" Lucian glanced down at Leo. "What, afraid of a little challenge, pup?" Leo pouted. "It's not fair!" This was the "Alpha aptitude track" – a special program where only exceptional pups gained admission, regardless of family pack standing. The pack teacher clapped her hands. "Each family pack should send two representatives for the first round!" Lucian immediately took Ethan's hand. "We've got this." Leo looked at Hunter. "Can you handle pack strategy puzzles?"

stressed. “Is this your pack?” I ask in a deep voice. Bastian laughs. “No. This is Falcon Ridge. My pack is Black Rock. But here, the Unit houses any member from any pack that wants to join. Things have changed quite a bit since you’ve been gone. It's not just the Alliance we work with now. We have groups of several packs here.” I arch a brow. “You trade pack members?” “No. Not trade. We don’t trade here. People sign up. Enlist. To protect everyone.” He walks tall with his hands behind his back. I’m still trying to figure this guy out.

He swatted me on the butt before he strode into the bedroom, not bothering to shut the door behind himself. I headed down the stairs, trying to remind myself that it hadn't been long since we'd last had sex. We were finishing up with the Climax, not just starting it. We could make it an hour without jumping each other's bones. "Teagan," Rocco held his arms out toward me. "Welcome to the pack, permanently." A smile parted my lips. "Thanks." I gave a fake bow. "I'm flattered to be a part of such an official group of kidnappers."

Maximus adds, “Atlas has the fiercest warriors. They could be a great help for the war you want to start.” Even as they look excited for me, believing I’ve found my safe haven, I can see the hurt and disappointment in their eyes. And I’m just as hurt. My life keeps changing directions so quickly, I can’t even predict what will happen tomorrow. “But… I don’t want to leave here. I’m now a member of this pack,” I say, my voice thick with emotion. “I’m one of you.” “Yes, you are,” Maximus smiles, stepping closer to my side. “Think of it as going to CrescentMoon Pack for school. Even while you’re there, you’ll still be under our identity.”

What Alpha Joseph said regarding the Red Moon Pack was correct. The Red Moon Pack, consisting of 1,000 members and in its 4th generation, is highly esteemed as one of the finest packs in the country, holding the impressive second position in the pack society due to its exceptional reputation. As the tournament was starting, Joseph and Samuel sat in the front row with their Lunas. Each group in the pack maintained a distance of approximately 8 feet from the others as they stood together, until a loud growl interrupted them unexpectedly.

Cullen asked. All of them spoke through their link and all at once answered. “Yes, Alpha.” He stood before walking around the desk, setting his hand on Marley and TJ first. “I Cullen Steiner, Alpha of the Good Ole Boys pack, accept you, Marley, and TJ Thornton in my pack.” He repeated for Hunter, Jacob, Michael, and Miguel. When he got to William, he shook his hand as he did the oath. Once the pack bond was in place and the kids recovered from the thousand plus links, he hugged all of them.

He agreed and I ended the call. I walked over to Matthew’s office and sat down across from him at his desk. He raised an eyebrow at me, “Can I help you?” I laughed, “You can. I just got off the phone with Alpha Brock. What do you think about letting the kids in his pack go to our new schools?” He sat back in his chair and fiddled with his pen in his hand thoughtfully, “I think if we have an alliance with the pack, they will be okay to attend.” I added, “He also asked about access to the rec center. I told him everything that will be in it and he is excited about it. I told him that we might be able to negotiate a flat yearly rate per pack. I told him that I’m not looking to make a profit, bu

I added, grimacing. "What do you mean you don't know?" he growled. "Every eighteen-year-old goes through a celebration and officially joins the pack as an adult. It gives us the ability to mind-link to other pack members—especially the ranked pack members. As I don't recall seeing you, you need to explain why you did not officially join the pack!"

I couldn’t decide if he was rude or shy but I imagined it was a little of both. “Oh, did we go to high school together?” I perked up but he shook his head. “Nah – we were in the same breakout group during orientation,” he said, his words a low mumble. “I’m Beta Seth of the Moon Shadow pack.” “Nice to meet you, Seth! I’m from Silver Moon pack, I don’t know if you’ve she did us but we’re close to the campus,” “I can’t tell if you’re joking or not.” He scrutinized me. “Are you joking?”

Tommy demanded. "Since we go to Alpha Heirs Academy," Lucas said with the air of someone explaining something obvious. "It's a private school for pack families. We have standards." I'd forgotten that aspect of sending cubs to supernatural schools. The expectations, the politics, the fact that even five-year-olds were being groomed for pack leadership roles. "Compromises," I announced, making an executive decision. "Shirts tucked in for arrival at school. Once you're in class and doing activities, you can untuck them if your teacher allows it. Sound fair?"