The Lost Pack Novels & Stories

Max The mess that is my pack can’t be put into words. I have lost complete control and frankly, I let it happen. I can’t bring myself to care about control when all of these terrible things are happening to me. In the space of forty-eight hours, I’ve managed to lose the most precious thing in the world to me and the control of my pack simultaneously.

The lost pack Sheila's POV The cave entrance lingered before us, a vast throat of haziness that appeared to swallow all expectation. Kloss remained adjacent to me, his fur seething with pressure as the far off cries of Rasha's military became stronger. Our pack, what survived from it, crouched behind us, their eyes wide with dread and vulnerability. "We can't remain here," I said, my voice scarcely over a murmur. "We're caught in the event that we do."

Missy kept a mentle note of each stop they made. Sea Cave Pack, Midnight Ash Pack, Green Marsh Pack, Black Heart Pack, Ocean Moon Pack, Blue Diamond Pack, Silver Comet Pack, River Bend Pack, Silver Dusk Pack, Black Eclipse Pack, Gold Gem Pack, Storm Howl Pack, Nightstar Pack, Fire Shadow Pack, Frost Tooth Pack, South Fang Pack, Night Soul Pack, Crescent Rain Pack, East Wind Pack, and White Opal Pack, and of course, Blood Moon Pack. Twenty packs in three weeks was a lot and Missy and Alex were almost worn out. By the time they got back to Blood Moon, they were permitted to go straight to bed. When they woke the next morning, things were going to change for them.

Luke personally saw his cousin crumble. As for the series of actions Rogan had performed after this, only the Warriors of the pack could tell. It was a story that no Warrior could narrate without shivering in fear as they remembered the bloody and grotesque image that they had seen. That day, the Mountain Pack had lost their Luna… But they had also lost their Alpha as well.

Her body, barely covered by the sheets. “That didn’t take you long.” I mutter. “So much for being heart broken.” I growl at my brother “A man has needs. What do you want Jaxon?” “Is there any pack that Quinn failed to take over?” “No. He always wins. Though he never tried it with father. He waited until he was dead." "There must a a pack that he has lost." Carla quickly pulls Xanders shirt around her. “There is that one pack. What are they called? Night something….” Her eyes flash up to me “Night Shadow Pack.”

The Pack meeting is more likely going to be a war. My Pack against Scarlett.

Fix all the broken things around the pack lands and removing all the rubble and broken trees. More importantly we spent it helping the families that had lost someone and supporting those that had lost their mate as that was one of the hardest things to ever having to deal with, literally loosing the other part of your soul, no one could ever fully recover from that and most chose not to stay in this world.

Here, you face a choice: either blend into the shadows or perish. And here I am, in the underworld, surrounded by lost packs, weapons, and those deemed unwanted. I’ve found myself among The Shadows, a pack led by Adis. I still have much to learn, and Clay has promised to explain the different packs to me next time. But for now, I lie on my bed, staring up at the dreary ceiling above me.

“Y-you’re intentionally starting a war! That’s against all the rules. Even with the Alpha King as your backing, it will enrage every other pack!” Damien’s eyes roamed over Hunter before flicking toward me. He shook his head, as if to say, after all these years, your judgment is still as poor as ever. He pulled out a stack of documents and threw them at Hunter. “Take a look. Illegal drugs, unauthorized trades, trafficking women—any one of these is enough to get you killed multiple times. I’ve come under the Alpha King’s orders to eliminate this pack’s cancer. You.” Hunter snatched the documents. His face went pale. His fists clenched, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

"A girl with a face like yours should be married to some wealthy merchant, not on her knees scrubbing floors." I bit back a laugh. That was the exact reason I ran away from home, from my pack. If only I could tell her the truth that I was actually a princess to the third morst wealthy clan in the continent…but that would be neot be necessary. Especially not when I had been so careful, hiding my identity since my escape led me to moon crest pack, six months ago. "I happen to like scrubbing floors," I said, moving to the next window. The afternoon sun caught the streaks I'd missed, and I scrubbed harder. "Very fulfilling work."