The First Law Graphic Novel Novels & Stories

A low growl moved through my wolves and I raised my hand and the sound died at once because I could not let them show their fear and I could not let the messenger see that we were divided and I could not let him see that the pack was afraid of what was coming. The First Law was older than any of us and it was older than the caves in the north and it was older than the scar on my shoulder that I got the day I took this title and it was simple and cruel and it had no room for mercy and no room for strategy and no room for the wolves who had learned that strength came in forms that the old laws had no name for. Two Alphas fight and one walks away as master and one falls or kneels and no pack ma

“Cora, that’s a death sentence! She’d lose the pack’s protection. She’d be hunted and torn apart by other rogues or rival packs!” “But the law is the law!” Cora sobbed, clutching Aiden’s arm. “Aiden, are you really going to let one treacherous woman undermine the very foundation of our laws?” All eyes turned to Aiden. Just then, the conference room door creaked open. Rhys was leaning against the frame, letting out a lazy yawn. His voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly into the room. “Not even his Luna for a full day, and you’re already quoting ancient laws to have someone killed? You want to be a queen, but you can’t even speak the Old Tongue?”

He trusted them enough that he thought that his help wouldn’t be needed anyway. And he was right­—about the plan part, the part about trust still had to be discovered by the flock cover in their shimmering plumage­—because the moment they read the news, they were already done with their chirps of briefing; they just had to improvise a few. The first one to leave was Von. “Are you sure you’re up for this? I don’t want to force you.” “Let’s see: easy, leisurely, and would give me time to grieve and seek justice—sounds like it checks all my boxes.”

"The Alpha has given orders. Members of the Silvermoon Pack are not permitted to enter without authorization." "I'm the Alpha of the Silvermoon Pack. Move!" The guards didn't budge an inch. When Loki tried to force his way in, warriors from the Goldlush Pack surrounded him from all sides. Outnumbered, he had no choice but to retreat. Upon returning to the Silvermoon Pack, even bigger problems were waiting for him. The supply accounts were a complete mess. In his previous life, I had always managed these things. After being reborn, he had completely forgotten how to handle them himself.

I scoffed, smiling slowly. Somehow, I felt a bit relieved, at least I didn't have to believe anything. But just before I looked away, my eyes caught something lurking at the end of the shelf. “Chrono..logy,” I read out, grabbing the badly worn out book from the shelf. “The first of men?” I whispered, my eyes fixed on the cover of the book. It was filled with detailed arrangements of events from time immemorial of the ironhowl pack. “Alpha..Zane, the first,” I read out, tracing my finger on his face.

Chastity said as she put them back in the bag, “You’re turn.” I nodded, and pulled the gift bag to me. The first thing I found in it was a packaged comic book. I looked at Chastity a little confused. “It’s a first edition copy of Captain America’s first appearance. I know you’re not a big comic book reader, but I thought you might like this any way.” Chastity stated quietly, looking a little concerned. “You’re kidding?” I asked, kind of shocked.

The city beyond the alley was waking: sirens dopplering closer, helicopters thudding overhead, but here, in this crater of our making, time was a held breath, a heartbeat skipped, a promise broken. I reached for the book. The cover bit me. Not metaphor. Teeth: tiny, needle-sharp, made of red thread, sank into my fingertips, drawing blood that the leather drank like a sponge. The title flared, the letters rearranging into a new line: ALEXANDER KANE: THE FIRST BET. Elena’s gasp was a knife to my gut. “Alexander, don’t…”

The Harlow family was destroyed. Serena spent the rest of her life struggling at the bottom. Debt collectors constantly tracked her down. She remained alone for the rest of her days. One night, she passed out drunk on the street and was mauled to death by a pack of wild dogs. As for Cain, he was lucky enough to survive Serena's attack, but his face was left horribly scarred. After burning through his money on medical bills and plastic surgery, he became a kept man for wealthy women, frequently getting caught and beaten by their husbands.