Squib Blood Pack Novels & Stories

Silver-inflicted wounds healed a lot slower. “Do you have a first-aid kit?” she asked. Her pack’s first-aid kit was equipped to cope with wounds dealt in the half-serious fights that broke out whenever the whole pack got together. Impossible to believe that Toby wasn’t as well prepared as her…as the Chicago pack. “Bathroom.” His voice was gravel-rough with pain.

he whispers. I ignore his compliment. I don't like being called beautiful. Being beautiful is what got me in my situation in the first place. "Ummm, so what pack are you from?" I asked. "The Blood Moon Pack." My mouth is gaped open, that's the most powerful pack there is. "Wow, that's impressive." He shrugs as if it wasn't a big deal, "I guess, I'm the beta." Double wow, "They must be looking for you then."

Obviously Quinn would need security, but was this much really necessary? "My brother! Eli!" Quinn sobbed and hugged Ariana tighter. "He's got into a really bad accident and he's lost a lot of blood. He needs blood transfusion ASAP. But there were a lot of emergencies at the hospital and they've ran out of AB negative blood in their storage unit!"

he didn't let me finish talking before he carried me and rushed out of the room, heading towards the pack hospital. The moment, he rushed into the pack house, the scent of antiseptic slithered into my nose. “Get the doctor!” Soren yelled and I was instantly laid onto a bed. Then the pack doctor appeared above me,he took my palm and pinched it, a serious look in his eyes. “From the look of it, she had anemia and low blood sugar.” Soren’s voice cut in sharply. “Fix it.” “We’ll give her immediate injections and prepare for blood transfusion if necessary.”

she says. “I’ll meet them inside. Be careful with the silver,” Quirin says. “Alpha, you’re bleeding. Did you get shot?” Saber asks him. From her body can, I see him look down at his arm. “Looks like it,” he says before extending a claw and slicing his arm open. He digs inside and pops the bullet out. “There, all better and now my mate won’t have to fuss over me. Although … I may tell her I got shot so she does,” he grins before walking back to the stairwell.

“There’s something I need to show you.” Alice frowned as Mira pulled out a small, leather-bound book, its edges worn and stained. She handed it to Alice, her fingers brushing hers—warm, too warm. “My family’s kept this for years. It’s… history. About the packs.” Alice opened it, her hands shaky. The pages were old, filled with cramped writing and strange symbols—circles, crescents, claws. One word jumped out: Hybrid. Her stomach twisted as she read a line: Born of man and moon, the one who carries both bloods shall break or bind the packs.

“You need to conserve it. I’m not drawing anymore right now, so you will only be allowed to give it to the most severe cases. Also inject it in their IVs so it will take less of it and will get into their systems faster. I can’t ask Trinity to give more. She is giving what she can. We are also sending some over to her parents’ pack. Both packs need it.” The Queen turns and walks down another hallway, disappearing out of sight, but her words linger. What is Trinity giving to help the packs? A young nurse speeds past, holding a few bags of blood. My eyes suddenly widen. That can’t be right. But how? Suddenly, images flash through my head. The same ones I’ve seen before. But this time

I knew that this might sound like I'm some kind of desperate person. I'm Damon Archibald, a 20-year-old Alpha of the bright wood pack. I have been searching for my mate for what seems like years but it's decades for me. I haven't found her yet not until recently when I found her, she was an Alpha's daughter who just come of age recently. Her father is the alpha of the blood moon pack, which was said to be the most ruthless pack in the whole of the country. She is a tender girl who I pray would be the one I want.

“The wind caught me off guard, but don’t worry, I won’t hurt you.” “I thought Willow said you brought your, well, your uhm-“ I started to say quietly. “Blood slaves?” Eskal supplied, I nodded in response. “Unfortunately, they didn’t last and we’ve resorted to bagged blood from the hospital in a nearby city.” “Oh,” I said. “Couldn’t you, I mean there are lots, but if Alpha Ber, that is…” “Don’t hurt yourself,” Eskal laughed, “besides, we wouldn’t dream of touching your pack. Nothing tastes worse that chewing on a musty, wet dog.”

However, it wasn’t clear how many other packs may be forming alliances with the Bois Sombre Pack—it was likely they were not the only one. Blake had the present warriors put together two packages—the left hands in one to mail to Silver Moon Pack, and the right hands in the other to mail to the Bois Sombre Pack. He then wiped his hands clean and, with a sick smile on his face, exclaimed, “Can’t wait until another pack tries to case this place. I’m ready for round two.”