The Lost Pack Novels & Stories

I begin searching for him, needing to get ahead of him so he doesn’t hurt anyone and doesn't get access to Alpha Cyra or Gamma Lila. Phisher: What are they collecting? Me: It’s confidential. It’s not a lie, but I also don’t want her to know. As naïve as Wendy is, Yana is even more so. “FUCK!” I snarl, just as the alarms go off in the southern packhouse. Stellan made it all the to the other end of their pack lands. When another ping comes through, I’m ready to ignore it, but stop when I see it. Phisher: HIJACK!

Trying to gather the courage to ask if she knew where my pack was. “What’s wrong dear?” She asked while grabbing onto my face. “Do you know where my pack is? I would like to see them again.” I said staring into Maya’s eyes. “I’m sorry dear. When you came here and told us that is your pack’s name, that was the first time we’d heard about it.” Maya made her way to the other side of the counter. “Better to just forget about them. Chances of finding them again are one out of a hundred.” She smiled and walked away.

but fading very quickly. She almost felt sorry for Nick. But she knew she shouldn’t. But the man had lost everything. His father, his first child, then his sister and now his mate and wife. He’d lost his children and nephew, and she knew he loved them dearly. And he was about to lose his pack. It was hard for her to be anything except sad about all that. She went into Lo’s office to see if the paperwork from Ellis had come through. He was sitting behind his desk smiling.

he says as we begin walking toward the packhouse. The rest of the day goes by in a blur of accepting nearly everyone from Christer’s old pack. Each person who accepted us added even more strength to our already strong pack. The afternoon was spent meeting pack members and getting to know them, having a quickly pulled together celebration, and planning this pack’s part in tomorrow’s event. It was nearly midnight when Yorick, Warren, and I climbed into the van and headed back to the other side of our pack lands. “It will be faster to get here in wolf form,” Warren says as we drive back.

, Ethan whispered. Victor hesitated for a few moments. And then, “You were taken during an attack on the Cross estate. The estate was destroyed that night. Your parents fought to protect you. You were only five years old.” Ethan felt something cold settle in his chest. His nightmares started making sense now. Fragments returned to him. Fire everywhere. People screaming and running everywhere. A man lifting him. Running through the smoke. Pain tearing through his arms. Then silence. “I thought those were just nightmares.”

Only when the noise of the pack faded to nothing did I stop. A shadow detached itself from the trees. It was him. "Lady Della," he murmured, kneeling in the dirt. "Alpha Jaden awaits." I looked over my shoulder. My parents' home… their legacy… twisted into a liar’s throne. I would tear it all down. "Lead the way." Get ready for my surprise, Nolan. — Nolan’s POV Nolan held the Heart of the Pack high, basking in the cheers of the pack. He felt like the master of the world.

“I am sorry.” He realized that she thought that his mate had died. “She is not dead, she is missing,” he explained. “Since Friday morning, when I left her. I fear…” He broke off. He did not know what he feared, and did not want to explore the possibilities that his long, long life had taught him could occur. “I have been trying to find her, but there is no trace. Her car was missing, yet her clothing remains… She has not returned to her home, nor to the house where she was staying. My people have found nothing to indicate human involvement, and the pack claims they are not involved…” “How distressing,” her face reflected her concern. “And Sigrid wasn’t able to find anything?”

It was hard not to trip on my feet when I could feel the burning stares of the pack members at my back. I knew would be wondering what I was doing but they would soon know the answer. With a gleeful smile, dad helped me up the stairs and wrapped his arm around my shoulder as we walked to mom. He brought the microphone in his other hand to his mouth. “Eighteen years ago, we had a daughter, Mariana. We lost our baby when she was barely twelve months and the whole pack felt the impact. Truth is that she was kidnapped. We didn’t want the pack to panic so we faked her death and looked for her in secret,” he said and then paused.

I took a large swig once I caught my breath and leaned back into the seat, still breathing heavily. “I’m a rogue. I’ve lost my pack.” “How is that possible!” Trent asked, a utterly bewildered look hazing over his youthful features. Trey wrinkled his brow and stared at me with complete shock. “Yeah, how can an Alpha just lose his pack?” Both men were confused, and a look of loss crept into their expressions. I sighed as I caught my breath, my heart truly breaking at the loss. “Only an Alpha King or the Council can take my pack away from me. And since I was no longer on the pack grounds, they would state I abandoned the pack.”

My fingers brush over cracked spines until they stop on one bound in faded blue leather. When I pull it out, dust swirls in the air, making me sneeze. "The Lost Packs of the Northern Realms," I read aloud. The cover bears a strange symbol – a crescent moon wrapped around a flowering vine. "Careful with that one, dearie." The voice makes us both jump. An elderly woman with silver-streaked hair pulled into a severe bun peers at us from behind wire-rimmed glasses. "Those histories are delicate. And dangerous, some might say."