The Lost Pack Novels & Stories

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

My breath hitched as the underlying meaning of his words hit me. Lucian's father had tragically died in a pack war a long time ago. Back then, Gillian had to stabilize the pack. The Aurora Shadows had been a total mess—everyone had their own agenda, nobody respected anyone else's authority, and the pack was on the verge of falling apart.

I didn’t look him in the eye, and I could feel his eyes on me. “Nice to see you all,” Blake then formally said. It felt like the past was just a distant memory, and here we were meeting each other as former pack-members. Lost was the memory of us being madly in love and devoted to each other—when we were craving each other's touch. “I’m glad to see you are here to fight for my former pack. I sure miss you all”.

The man already gave me a bittered taste in my mouth. She somehow notice it, and smile, “I see that you’re not a fan of Crocus, can’t blame you for that. Too slippery for my taste as well.” She gruntled while sipping her tea, “Now, where were we? Ah, yes, the main pack, and of course there is plenty of small pack, we call it subs pack.” That got me thinking, and I asked her immediately, “What about the Luminar pack?”

Alaina Trying to sync with Adrian Martinez was like trying to catch smoke with bare hands. Every time I thought I understood him, he slipped through my grasp, his mood shifting like shadows under moonlight. One minute, he seemed open to cooperation, the next, cold and unreadable. But I was done second-guessing his intentions. Whatever his true motives were, I had one of my own: to see this pack stand tall again. Today marked the long-awaited Pack Games, an annual spectacle held in the Grand Meadow. It was still early, the sun barely brushing the horizon yet sleep had already slipped through my fingers.

I let up a little when I realized he wasn't taking me back to my pack. But eventually, it became clear. I kept thinking , "I never want to go back to that pack," While I dealt with the rejection and shame. North Pack. The world's most potent pack, to be exact. The pack's leader was rumoured to be ruthless and heartless. Trespassers on his property were promptly laid to death. I wasn't ready to be his next victim because I had heard all the stories about how many people he had murdered.

He’d refused every offer to merge, determined to rebuild what was once the Emerald Ash Pack, to honour the memory of those who’d died that horrible night. They called us the Lost Pack back then, just a handful of kids living on bare land. Until I came home and claimed my birthright. Until the Phoenix rose from the ashes. I can still remember the first time I said it out loud. I’d spent days trying to find the perfect name that reflected the history of what our pack had been through. Phoenix Pack had felt right, like we were something reborn, something stronger than what came before. But today, for the first time, it feels like everyone else finally sees that t

"Lost blood? Where are we going to find that?" "It's not that, it's a her. Tonight, call a meeting with the other pack members. For us to be able to live the way we want and also to be able to shapeshift to a wolf even when it's bright, we need to sacrifice the lost blood" he spoke softly, looking around. "Yes Alpha" Dean bowed his head. Elon came across a bar. He stared at it, wanting to go back inside. "Let's go back to the mansion" he said.

“Nobody heard or seen him for years. He must’ve turned a rogue I think. Since he was never found. There was a rumor that he went lost his senses and couldn’t find his way back to the pack.” I did not know what to say and the awful feeling that was beginning to set in my stomach. I did not want to ask anymore or say anything about it. “You don’t have to bother about it.” He smiled sadly and stopped up from the chair, he took my hands and lift me from the chair. “It must have been difficult for the pack after the loss.” Jamal nodded and we head out of his study room. “We need to leave early so we could get there on time. We are going to be driving for hours. I had some food packed and I kept t

The pack is shrinking. We are the last pack. Very long ago, packs used to fill these mountains and forests, but war with humans and sickness wiped most of us out. Now, we survive in hiding, cut off from others, clinging to what we have left. As far as we know, no other packs remain nearby. In some ways, it is better; there is no need to share our women. But it also means we are alone, fighting to keep our bloodline alive as we battle humans. I won’t share Emily, ever. She's my special treasure. I laid her on the bed and closed the door behind me.