Shadowclan Meeting Call Novels & Stories

I turned to say something to Darren, but he was staring off into space, his eyes fixed on the treeline of the nearby forest. “Darren?” I asked, nudging him with my elbow. “You alright?” He blinked, as if dazed, but then nodded. “Yes. I just… I need to take care of something,” he said. Before I could ask what he meant, he was suddenly walking away, leaving me standing alone in the bustling crowd. I stared after him, confused. But suddenly, the sound of a deep voice called my attention away. “Luna Aria,” Alpha Arthur from Shadowclan pack said, stepping into view before I could see where Darren went. “Might I have a word?”

"It will be fun, trust me." "Okay, maybe later? Right now I have a lot to do." "Of course, take your time." We both smiled at each other before turning our attention to something else, she went back to reading her novel while I stared at the open field. After some moments of shared silence, I cleared my throat. "Clara?" I called out. "Yes?" She raised her head. "Anything?" "No, not really, I'll be right back." I stood up. "I have a meeting with the pack now, it's about the run we will be having today."

“At the full moon, we renew them—not in blind fealty, but in chosen unity. Speak your concerns then; let the moon witness our truths.” Before the murmurs could swell further, a scout loped in from the treeline, flanks heaving from a swift run, his scent sharp with urgency and the faint tang of river water. He dropped to one knee at the circle's edge, throat bared in respect. “Alpha. Luna. River Clan delegation crossed the eastern markers an hour past. Six envoys—three betas, two omegas, their lead elder. Unarmed, as per the old truce signals. They request parley.”

She looks at me so sweetly. I melt. I could never deny her anything. “No, Billie, I'll never hide you away.” We kiss again. “We’re meeting with my father over video in half an hour. The Underground isn't a pack yet, just an extension of my father’s pack, Triple Moon. He needs to be advised on an attack against a pack member.” She peers shyly up at me. “Okay, I understand.” I brush her cheek with my thumb. “Don’t be afraid, Kitten. He's not scary.”

There was an urgent knock when Clara woke up. Her injured shoulder protested as she sat up too quickly. The window let in gray morning light. Ash was already at the door. "What is it?" he inquired. One of the younger wolves said through the door, "Ronan called a war council." "Everyone. "Now." Clara hastily put on her clothes, grimacing when her shirt tugged at the seams. The majority of the damage had been repaired by the pendant overnight, but some discomfort persisted.

Another pause, then: “Yes, Alpha.” We disconnect. My thumb hovers over the dark screen, feeling the phantom warmth of Hope’s name. Stupid. She never called my phone. Not once. My thumb moves anyway, like instinct knows something my mind can’t accept. When I lift my gaze, Father and Alpha Clinton look at me like they’re waiting for a verdict. “Well?” Father asks. His eyes are ice—the kind that hides fire underneath. “The Lycan clans agreed,” I tell them. “They want a meeting.”

~ CASPIAN ~ True to my words, the delegates are assembled already. Faster than I expected. Word travels quickly when fear and danger are involved. The atmosphere in the hall is tense, and everyone looks anxious as they stare at the delegates from the Moonclaw Rogue Pack. I enter and take my seat. Callan settles down too. The meeting begins. “Thank you all for gathering so quickly.” My voice is loud enough to silence the restless murmurs. “There’s a threat we must address before dawn tomorrow. Jocelyn Valdez of the Moonclaw Rogue Pack will now speak.”

Reminding them who we fight for, how cherished they are, and make them more receptive to helping find out who would dare betray our pack in this way. “Before our sacred pack run there are some things we need to address, firstly, that our 5 day purpose here rather than our usual week is partially due to the upcoming announcement of our global reach! My pack, my family, Silverclaw Enterprise will be going international next week!” The pack rejoiced in the news so much so, that I had to use my aura to drag attention back to me for them to quiet down once again.

I can’t lose you know. We all sprint to the Proposal woods. I reduce my speed, and the pack does as well. Reaching the end of the cliff. We stare down. I let out a howl, and the pack follows. We see the Volatile pack staring at the mountains, looking straight at us. The Volatile pack howls as well to declare war. I see one of their pack members running towards their outlook tower. Triggering the siren, another pack has come to their land to warn the rest of the pack.

The gray she-cat had always been kind to her from the very beginning, always sticking up for her whenever Sleetstorm or the others picked on her for being an outsider. She was ready to say something when Russetstar emerged from his den. She shared a knowing look with Snowstorm. With the Gathering taking place tonight, she had little doubt that the others were keen to know who would attend. "Let all cats old enough gather around the High-branch for a Clan meeting!" Russetstar yowled once he climbed to the highest branch hovering over his den. Smokefrost and Snowstorm had already taken their place, with Mousefang sitting beside Snowstorm. It didn't take long for the rest of the Clan to gather