Shelter Novels & Stories

Brodi took in the barely controlled chaos around him. Men were shouting orders, hammers were banging, saws were buzzing. They were building as fast as they could, but he'd had to admit that they would never get enough shelters built for everyone before the winter cold descended. Though he was well aware they had come from a much more brutal landscape and were used to the cold, Brodi still couldn't bear the thought of any of the new arrivals camping in the snow and ice. He'd given in to his Beta's suggestion to order some pre-fab metal buildings to try to get everyone housed as quickly as possible.

"Both of you. More than life itself." "I love you too," Lisa whispered against his lips. "Come back to us." Then he was gone, disappearing into the chaos above while Lisa descended into the underground shelter that had been designed to protect pack non-combatants during exactly this kind of crisis. The safe room was larger than she'd expected, clearly built to house dozens of people for extended periods. Other families were already settling in—mothers with young children, elderly pack members, anyone who couldn't contribute to the active defense. Elena moved between them with calm efficiency, distributing supplies and offering reassurance with the authority of

“Prioritize families with kids and anyone who can’t shift.” They turned a corner, passing heavy steel doors already propped open. The shelters weren’t pretty—stripped-down rooms with emergency lighting and stocked shelves—but they were secure. Reinforced during the rebuild, deep enough to hold. As she paused at one of the storage units, she heard soft footsteps behind her. Mira approached, her laptop hugged against her chest. “Got a minute?” she asked. Ember nodded, stepping into one of the quieter rooms. Mira sat on the edge of a cot, posture hunched slightly, tension radiating from her.

This one being close to the coordinates I plugged in. Platforms are different then the bracelets I have grown used to. While my old bracelet could take me to any location that wasn't protected by a security wall, a platform can only teleport you to another platform. It chooses the closest one to the coordinates you put in and then you walk to your destination. Not as efficient as the bracelets, but lower in cost and still handy. I inhale deeply and sigh. This home is in the perfect location. Hundreds of acres of prime hunting land surround it. My mate and I would be well provided for here. I could hire a proper security crew and they too would have ample hunting space. I walk the half mile t

His arm moves from my hand to wrap around my waist, keeping me a little behind him as his eyes sweep the small space for any danger. At his nod, I rush over to the tiny counter, where I spot a kerosene lantern and matches; I need some more light so that I can check over Valen a little better. I grab the tiny box of matches and pray they aren't damp as Valen shuffles to the other side of the shack. I exhale sharply when the smallest flame ignites and lights the lantern, bringing our shelter into full view for the first time. I grimace at the lack of a fireplace and bathroom, but nod when I spot a small bed in the far corner of the shack. It’s small, but has pil

I ask, concern clear in my tone. She offers me a small, apologetic smile. “I haven’t slept much since we left the shelter. I don’t know... I just can’t seem to settle.” I sit up, tucking the blanket around my shoulders. “It’s the shelter, isn’t it? You miss it?” Her eyes flicker with a glimmer of sadness. “It was safe. At least, safer than out here.” She hesitates, and then her gaze hardens with that familiar protectiveness. “I think someone should be keeping watch. We can’t get too comfortable.”

I then turned and noticed the house was three stories. Jarren led me over to the door and opened it. Inside, there was a swimming pool as well as a built-in hot tub. There was a wall separating another room that had a sliding door. We walked in, and there was a plasma TV, couches, and a fridge. This was definitely Jarren’s “man cave.” I made my way back outside and sat at one of the tables. Jarren sat across from me as I looked around at everything again. “Do you like it?” he questioned after a moment.

There has to be a shelter somewhere around here for me to avoid the wolves searching. Scanning the trees above me, I carefully look for any clue that a shelter is near by, a place that can be considered a safe haven for she-wolves who don’t want to be mated or a love nest for those who already are. If I can just find one of them, then there should be some sort of supplies. And then I see it.

I clutch my bag tighter, knowing it holds all I have left: a laptop, a phone, and a few spare clothes. When I finally reach the shelter, relief washes over me. The matron welcomes me with a kind smile, her warmth a stark contrast to the icy world outside. She assures me I can stay for three nights, enough time, she says, to “figure things out.” Her kindness stings—an unfamiliar balm to the loneliness that has settled deep in my bones.

I feel an enormous swell of gratitude toward her. When we arrive at the house on the city’s outskirts, it looks just like every other house we’ve driven past in the decent neighborhood. There are no signs indicating it’s a shelter. Shiela gives me a quick tour of the place, and one thing I notice right away is the security cameras in the common area, the backyard, and the keypad by the front door. “We have excellent security — you’ll be safe here,” Sheila says when she notices my eyes taking in their security measures. I nod and continue following her to a bedroom.