Novel & Cerita The Lost Pack

The blue moon pack was founded by power thirsty people and they all wanted people who could increase their opulence. He was disgusted by the moon goddess choice of a mate for him. Zeres stood in the dark at the position Ariel left him reeling on his anger. His wolf was fighting for the urge to take over. It wanted to be left free and move it paws on the ground to calm his anger. He howled, his clothes tore into streak of pieces and his eyes turned into blood shot red a stark contrast to his normal blue eye colour as he shifted into his white wolf form.

The kind of man who liked being admired more than being loved. Not that it mattered to Arial. I’d caught her more than once ogling magazines with his half-naked pictures on the cover. His low-slung pants, that smug grin, and abs carved like they’d been sculpted by the Moon Goddess herself. Back then, he’d been a model. But after he inherited his father’s title, Alpha of the Bloodfang Pack, he’d traded the runway for the throne. The first car to stop was a sleek black Mustang. Alpha Jake stepped out…The Moon Howl Pack’s Alpha is from the western territory, just three hours away.

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?”

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."

The vibrant and lively nature of the pack was subdued as they refrained from any form of celebration or festivity during this time. The howls that once echoed through the forest were now filled with a mournful tone, as the pack came together to grieve the loss of their great alpha. The pack members could be seen huddled together, sharing memories and stories of Harlock. They spoke of his bravery, strength, and his unwavering commitment to the pack's well-being. The elders of the pack shared tales of Harlock's wisdom and leadership that had guided the pack through many difficult times. The younger wolves were also affected by the loss of their alpha, as they looked up to Harlock as a role mod

“What’s the name of the pack?” “The Sickle Peak pack.”