Snowkit Warriors Novels & Stories

Dante said, winking at me. “That you do, son. And she has you too. There’s no doubt at all that you are each other’s best protectors.” I always felt safest around my mates because I knew that they would do whatever was necessary to protect me. That had been proven time and again. It was just as I would do for them as well. His parents were remaining here to oversee the pack while we were gone. Chris, Nate, and four warriors from our pack were also going. There were an additional six warriors coming from Nightshade. We had fifteen people overall.

Their loyalty to the pack ran deep, and they responded swiftly, their eyes filled with determination and readiness. As they gathered, I addressed them, my voice carrying the weight of responsibility. "Brothers and sisters, Swiftclaw is preparing to strike once again. We have faced him before, and we know the depths of his treachery. But we will not falter. We will stand together, united in our purpose to protect our pack, our loved ones, and our home." The warriors' resolute expressions mirrored my own, and a collective sense of determination filled the air. I began assigning roles, strategically placing our strongest fighters at key points, fortifying our defenses. Every move was calculated

Jake shook himself and turned back to face their challengers. It appeared he was right. More than half of the warriors who had been in wolf form were slipping quietly into the bushes. His lookouts were sending images back to him of their retreat. They were definitely heading back the way they had come, not fanning out to attack. Suddenly there was a shifting in the ranks alongside the house and Jake turned his head to see ten of the visiting Highland warriors stepping out of the group to make their presence known. The red-haired one stood in front of them and proclaimed loudly, “I am Beta Patrick of the Highland Pack. On the authority of our Alpha we support Cloud Lack Pack’s claim that, in

He was sex on two legs. “That’s Squad One. It consists of Xander, me, Eric, Tyree, Spencer, Johnson, Jerome, Kurtis, and Nick. We have the territory broken in sectors because of the size of our pack. The squad helps oversee the sectors which then helps Xander and me to keep the pack running smoothly.”

came the reply. Before the first guy could reply, the door opened, angrily creaking and two guys with rifles walked in. They gave frightening glares. One said," Boss wants to see you, Brett. " Swallowing a lump, Brett followed the guards to the main room where cigarette smoke, booze and disappointment wafted to his nostrils. ' Boss', was a lean, muscled man with a face you wouldn't want to look at twice. A long, thin nose, sharp, cunning mouth which belonged to a clever face that was schooled to neutrality. Today, it was contorted with fury.

"They will swarm you. They will use their numbers, their hierarchy, and their cheap political tricks to crush you. If you cannot handle three elite beta warriors in my ring, you will never survive the summit when you return." Before I could even settle into a defensive stance, Vance raised his hand. "Begin." The three warriors didn't hesitate. They moved as a synchronized pack, splitting up instantly to flank me. The largest warrior—a brute named Torin—charged straight down the center, his massive, calloused fists aiming a crushing strike toward my jaw. I ducked beneath his blow, my sneakers slipping slightly on the fresh snow, but as I pivoted to strike his exposed ribs, the second warrior

All he knew was that it was up to him to save his pack from Killian's horrible decisions. Moving quickly down the path, it wasn't long before Liam was confronted with a huge white wolf with ice blue eyes. It could only be Brodi Sköll. Liam quickly fell to one knee and dropped his head. He could only hope it was enough to keep the Alpha from tearing him apart just for being part of the Blackfoot Pack.

Their stares press down on my shoulders like a physical weight. This is a spectacle, and I’m the entertainment. Kieran stands beside me, his presence a solid anchor in the chaos. His hand hovers near mine, not quite touching, but close enough that I can feel the warmth radiating from his skin. The mate bond thrums between us, a constant reminder that I’m not alone. The delegation from the Snow Mountain Pack stands behind us. Warriors with shoulders like mountains and eyes that have seen centuries of survival. They’re ready for a fight. Tension coils in their stances, and their hands rest near their weapons.

Then, without warning, he got up from his seat and walked toward the massive window. He stood there, tall and rigid, staring down at his pack. Warriors sparred below; pups chased each other across the field. Young lovers hid beneath the massive oak tree, thinking they were being discreet. The whole pack was alive, thriving, oblivious to the storm brewing inside their Alpha. “I found my mate,” Kyron said at last, his voice low…too low. His left hand slipped into his pocket while his right clutched the curtain, knuckles pale from how tight he held it.

she said. I started thinking about the surrounding packs and which one would be my best bet. Howling Mountain was known to have good warriors, enough to keep their pack safe and make anybody think twice about attacking, but they were a lot like my pack also. Kept to themselves. So I doubt they would willing invite me in to train. Blood Moon was known to be the vicious and merciless warriors but only when needed. Everyone knew the name. They have won countless wars in the past losing only a small number of warriors on their side each time. But would they agree to train a 17-year-old girl who hasn’t shifted yet? Guess there’s only one way to find out.