The Lost Pack Novels & Stories

I looked so beautiful though, there was no denying it. My heart ached more realizing that this is how I should of been able to look all the time. I know my father claimed that we had been exiled from our pack for no good reason, but I knew in my heart that what he said wasn't true. I looked away from the mirror in disgust. I wasn't disgusted with myself so much as I hadn't tried harder to keep in contact with Larson. If I had there was a chance that he would of gotten me to be reinstated as a pack member. Or at least that was what I wanted to believe. I had let my father get into my head though when I tried to tell him about Larson. He just told me his family was all shit and I shouldn't bel

Mining became too dangerous though, and in the last 50 years most of the mines were closed and now little of the pack’s revenue is in the mining industry. After breakfast, the four of us excused ourselves and made our way out of the dining area. Daren and Jess excused themselves as me and Lily stayed behind in the recreation room. I look around and it's set up like a movie theater; there are also arcade machines in an alcove with a pool table and ping pong table. Soon, Daren and Jess return; they have both changed into the pack uniform: a plain brown outfit made from deer hide and moccasins made from the same material. I’m itching to ask why all the pack wears this outfit but I’m sure I’ll f

If he were in their position, he would have found it hard to believe too, especially those he wasn't able to warn beforehand or the packs in the opposite direction where he never set foot into. “I sincerely hope that such a thing never happens again to another pack. Losing the Night Crawler Pack is painful enough. We all know the significance of the Night Crawler Pack to Lyrria. The enemy has dealt a huge blow to us and we must do whatever it takes to ensure that something like this never repeats itself. Forget all of your petty squabbles over territory and wealth. All of that means nothing if you die or have it all taken away from you. Instead, help each other and defend Lyrria. Share and r

But the noise barely lasted before someone called out, confused. "Then who's going for the exchange?" Ronan's face stayed calm. "One she-wolf already volunteered." The crowd lost it. Voices crashed over each other, thick with disbelief. "Who the hell would volunteer for that?" "Frostfang Pack is buried up in the snowy mountains. That's basically choosing misery." A horrible thought started blooming inside the three of them. Wild. Unstoppable. Nikolai lunged forward and grabbed Ronan's sleeve. "Who is it?" His voice shook. "Please, tell me who volunteered."

A lost pack was special, and the myriad of every pack's history. "We checked the books here, and it did say that there was once a lost pack before Shadow Rock had been built!" Collen butted in one more time. He was the one who led the search earlier, and with Orora's help, we found a thick from the restricted section, which was as ancient as the forgotten time. "Okay, so which pack was that?" Logan finally gave in. "Tell me so we can save it before Alectrona will harm the wolves there!"

“I know what it feels like… to lose someone you love.” He had looked at me with such pity. Such kindness. “It never truly goes away,” he had said. “But sometimes, a change of place helps. There’s a pack called Lesion. They welcome everyone. It’s peaceful. Healing.” I almost laughed out loud. Instead, I smiled sadly. “That sounds exactly like what we need.” I already knew about the Lesion Pack. Of course I did. But I also knew one important rule: You couldn’t enter unless you were invited.

Perhaps I should have had more security to guard her. “Listen carefully, my son. We are a great pack, we are still contemplating whether to make the disappearance of the Luna public. But then, what happens when the other pack learns that the Luna of our gray pack has gone missing from our very eyes? Doesn't this mean we've lost our touch? Do you think they would respect us as the great pack we are known to be?” We all shook our heads speechlessly.

His eyes dart around the room, searching for an escape route or any sign of help from his fellow pack members. A sense of defeat washes over Juan's face as he begrudgingly meets my unwavering gaze. With a sigh, he finally speaks, his voice laced with apprehension. “I would rather not get involved,” he admits, his words barely above a whisper. “But I can't ignore the truth any longer.” As Juan unravels the tangled web of secrets, the truth emerges like rays of sunlight breaking through a storm-ridden sky. The missing pack member was not lost; they were taken. Alpha Zack, driven by personal ambition and greed, orchestrated the disappearance to merge his power within the pack.

But why? As I walked in, I could not help myself from looking around. I wasn’t sure if that was the right word to use in this moment, bu it was fascinated. The Lost Moon Pack’s camp was small but it was alas extremely well hidden… Perfectly camouflaged deep within the thickest part of the forest where the trees grew tall. It looked kind of like an ancient set up, like it had stayed strong from the many generations that were long passed. “This is actually amazing” I said.

With a sigh, he answered her. “Most of us have known each other for years, so I guess it’s time to tell you some of my story. I can not mention my pack as it will put me in danger and tied to the reason I left. When I was fifteen, I had to leave for my own safety, and as of this moment, my pack thinks I’m dead. If they knew I was still alive, they would hunt me down.”