The Pack's Daughter Novels & Stories

"You get them to safety. Promise me." "As you wish, your Majesty." The Valkyrie pounced on my mates and I ripped my hand from Caspian's, sprinting to the edge of Katharine's power. I heard them scream my name. Heard Caspian cursing each one of my girls and Julian roaring that they were dooming me. Mikaela cried, her sobs almost breaking her chest open. But I focused on my daughter instead. On the power vibrating off of her in great waves. "It is you and me until the very end, baby girl."

"You, get out." The shaman's tent smelled of herbs. The old, white-haired woman was poring over ancient texts. "Shaman, why has the Heart of the Pack failed?" Nolan placed the crystal in front of her. She studied it for a long moment, then slowly shook her head. "The Heart has not failed," she rasped, her ancient eyes fixing on him. "It has rejected you." "What do you mean?" "The Heart of the Pack requires the blood-heir's genuine consent." The shaman turned a page of ancient parchment. "Della gave you her blood, but not her will. Her hatred has become a lock around the power, and you, Nolan, handed her the key."

My parents approached the railing and waited for the crowd to quiet. “I wanted to thank you all for coming to celebrate our daughter's return. We're very thankful to have her back at the Spirit Walkers pack. We truly thank the Goddess for making that happen; without her, our daughter would have been lost to us forever. I can assure you there will be some exciting announcements tonight, so be sure to stick around. Some of you had the privilege of seeing our daughter fight yesterday, but you will all be able to meet her tonight. It is my pleasure to formally introduce our daughter, Eva Branson, who will be working as co-Alpha for our pack very soon,” my father's voice filled the space.

“He is lead alpha in name alone, but Abigail has been fulfilling the role and it is with her that the pack’s loyalty truly lies. They see those that work for them. August is leader in title alone.” “Particularly when it comes to the she-wolves,” Dan agreed. “Down here,” he took the next hall and paused by a door. They all evaluated the length of the hallway to the heavy door at the end. “That’s the way out,” he confirmed to Sigrid. “Not so far,” she replied confidently and knocked on the door. The pretty woman that opened it had done a good job at hiding the bruises on her face, but they were there for an experienced eye in the puffiness of skin, the redness of eye, and the uneven lip line.

“A pack doesn’t run on strength alone. When the time comes, you’ll need someone at your side who can help carry it.” Nash’s mouth flattens. “I have enforcers.” “You need more than enforcers.” My father doesn’t say the word immediately. He doesn’t have to. Beta. It hangs in the air, thick and heavy. My brother stares at him across the table. “I’m aware of how a pack works.” “Are you?” my father asks, there’s resentment in his voice. “Because from where I’m sitting, you’re still trying to fight every fire yourself.”

Amanda As I settled into my pack, the familiar scent of pine and earth enveloped me, wrapping me in a comforting embrace. It had been a long journey, one filled with challenges and uncertainty, but now, as I breathed in the crisp night air, I felt a sense of peace wash over me. My packmates greeted me warmly, their smiles and nods conveying their relief at my return but amidst the welcoming faces, one stood out above all others – my daughter.

“Why are the both of you here? Tell me you are here with good news or you will be losing your thumbs to the wolves.” They stared at each other. The woman came forward. “How is my daughter? How is Freya?” I gave a cruel smile. They still didn’t know that Freya wasn’t with me, that she had escaped. I looked at her parents. Both of them were silly. They were supposed to make sure that everything going on in Zack’s pack, I knew about it. And yet, they had no idea that Freya was in that pack. “Your daughter is fine. But, if you do not give me what I want, I will make sure that she has the worst possible treatment in this pack ever.”

It was dad, so we looked at him, "It may be too painful for her. That's why she tries to forget about it, but the incident keeps on reminding her and tries to let her know about her past." "She shouldn't try to forget it so we will be able to know the truth behind the slaughter in her entire pack." I looked at Lucas, curiously. "She's the daughter of the Alpha and Luna of the Howlers Pack." she added. I was thinking that it was her scent that I had smelled from years ago. "She had the same scent that I smelled before, dad. No, let me change that, it was her. I'm sure of it now." I informed them before someone knocked and got in. Dad motioned them to get it down,

This man was full of mysteries I had absolutely zero interest in exploring. A sob escaped Julie's lips. My eyes rolled on their own. "Oh, my daughter, it is so difficult letting you go to another pack—" "Mom, your daughter is safe. Please don't cry." Both are good actresses. Chloe was going to another pack, not her funeral. "Amara, pack my things," Chloe ordered, and I was already turning to go, but stopped dead when she added, "Pack yours too — since you are coming with me to the Red Stone Pack."

So, evidently, he did not know of his daughter’s misdeed. “Father, he’s my mate and I wanted to help him change and forsake his vendetta.” She explained this was the first time that she met her father’s gaze. With imploring eyes, she motioned her hands for his understanding, trying to touch his shirt. “Do you know how much trouble we are in? Did you think of the pack or me?” He held a melancholy look at his eldest daughter of two. I watched them closely then uttered with all coldness, “Shall we walk to take a look at the weapons that my team has recovered at the front of the pack house?”