Squib Blood Pack Novels & Stories

“Furthermore, once a mature wolf submits their veins for a transfer of this magnitude, the pack laws enforce a mandatory six-moon hibernation before their blood can be harvested again. That is why our enforcers cannot compel this anonymous source to provide a second canister anytime soon.” “Let our spirits hold the line until Robert's core clears the frost!” Jess muttered, his fingers pacing across his belt. “My single concern is that a quarter of a pint will fail to complete the total exchange,” Brandon added, his scent radiating worry. My wolf registered an operational inconsistency within the report. An ordinary pack member or a rogue traveling the wastes would never decline a massive gol

The blood moons got annoyed by their presence, but could not speak to me. Robin came out of the study room and saw my pack. His eyes were red with annoyance. "What is the crescent pack doing here?" He demanded, looking irritated. "They are here to stay," I said, unafraid of him. "What?" he asked in shock. "Yes, Robin, and if you have a problem with it, then speak to Skye or you suck it up," I fired at him. He fumed in anger. "This would not be tolerated. The blood moons will not condone such an outrageous act from our so called queen," he said in anger.

“I see. So, back to the topic, I’d like to listen to what you have to say.” “Alright! According to the books, five Sigmas met and created five packs. They are called the first Sigmas because Sigmas appeared generations after in the packs they built. There was no mention of the five bloodlines but from the look of it, it’s easy to guess which ones they are. Regression for the Bloodseek, Healing for Remington, Strength for Campbell in the Bloodlust pack, Persuasion for Davis family in the Silvermoon pack and Seduction for the Omegas set aside. The latter don’t deal with us and they are the fifth pack.

A bed that did not have four other people in it. I should have felt grateful. Mostly I just felt like I was standing in someone else's life. I sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the window. The moon was rising. Pale and wide. The Blood Moon Pack took its name from the red moon that came twice a year. On those nights the sky turned dark red and every wolf in the territory felt it in their blood. Tonight was not a blood moon. Tonight was just a regular moon. I was glad for that. I could not have handled anything more tonight.

Havermouth, Five Years Before The Triquetra decided to skip the pack hunt for the full moon, despite pressure to go. The Triquetra’s monthly attendance was seen as a demonstration of loyalty to the pack which helped contain concerns about the upcoming disaster that their existence heralded, and so, ever since their introduction as a pack and the Triquetra, Heath had ensured that they went.

And besides… I’ll be helping the pack. “What do I need to carry?” I ask. Relief floods her face instantly. “Medical supply room. Two floors down, east corridor. Wound packs, antibacterial solution, the green-labeled ones specifically, pressure bandages, and silver extract vials. Brown caps. They help slow infection in wolf wounds.” “Give me a second. I need to put things in order, then I’ll join you.” I close the door, leaving her outside, And then walk up to Sage informing her of the urgency... and then head outside...

"Ava made a bone flute with my wolf mom's blood and bones. Go beg her instead. After all, Noah said she's a hundred times better than me." I no longer listened to his persuasions. A small smile tugged at the corner of my lips. I blew the bone flute with all my strength. A loud wolf howl pierced the sky. John's face turned pale. "It's over…" A few minutes later, loud thuds hit the front gate. Bang, bang! The gate was broken open. Through a cloud of yellow dust, a pack of wild wolves appeared—all of them towering over men, howling in fury.

“Meg… Don’t cry. Please, don’t cry. Tell me what I can do to make things more comfortable for you.” “The blood is making me sick,” she through her tears, desperate to give him something, to shut him up, so that she could escape the heartbreak of reality into sleep. “The blood?” He was surprised. “It is fresh, Meg. I make sure of that. From a quality supplier. The same supplier, the same supply, that we use for our injured.” “It’s treated. When they preserve it, they take a lot of it out. It is making me sick.” He was silent for a long moment. “Why have you not mentioned this to me before? I have been feeding you this blood for almost twelve months and you have said nothing.”

He asked, pointing an accusing finger at his beta. “No, alpha,” Beta answered, his gaze lowered in fear, he hated when alpha Damon got like this, never ends well for anyone. “I thought so.” He snorted, getting up to face the floor. He had to do something, there just had to be a way around it somehow. “What pack did you say she belonged to?” He asked as an idea sparked up in his head. “The mist wood pack.” The beta will answer, his face scrunched up, confused as he tried to understand where alpha Damon's mind was going.

He changed the slide, showing both pack’s emblem. “The Silver Bow Pack specialized in herbal medicine and had been known to provide stable supply, was highly recognized by Alpha Kylian. On the other hand, the Crimson Pack was recommended by your pack’s respectable former Alpha-Alpha Luke.” He said as he bowed to Kylian and Luke to show his respect. Then Dominus flicked his finger and two of his men came in to hand out ballots and pen while the other lifted the cloth covering the ballot box. “Thank you,” he said to those two as they left.