The Pack's Daughter Novels & Stories

After our parents ended their marriage, my sister and I became the children they passed back and forth between two packs. Every August, the leaders of the two packs sat down to decide where we would live for the coming year. Both our names were on the agreement, but there was only one daughter they ever fought to keep: my younger sister, Lena. Mom wanted to take her to the coast for the winter. Dad had already promised to spend the next full-moon celebration with her. In the end, they agreed to go together so Lena wouldn’t have to choose. When it was my turn, Mom suggested a school dorm. Dad reminded her that I wasn’t his responsibility that year. Neither of them asked where I wanted to go.

“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.

But then, her face hardened, and she wiped her tears away. ​"I’m so sorry, Rebecca," she said, her voice turning cold and selfish. "But I have built a good reputation in this pack. I can't let it be ruined. But you... everyone already knows you as the repulsive daughter. They think you are the one who doesn't care about anyone. The pack already expects the worst from you anyway." ​I stared at her, my mouth falling open in shock. ​"Trust me, you will be fine," Clara whispered, stepping back away from me. "It’s just one year."

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?”

Nobody heard us when we begged for mercy. There is silence after. A lot. For real. A woman who is older than me steps out next to me. Her hair is thin and white, and her back is bent, but her eyes are clear. She says softly, "My daughter lost her child." "She worked until her body gave out." We asked for days off. We were told that the pack needed more help. She keeps talking even though her voice breaks. She says, "The pack is not a beast that eats its own." "Or it shouldn't be."

I asked. “Sure. I have 1200 pack members and 400 warriors.” He says. “Excellent.” I said writing it all down on a notebook. “I will definitely be sure to tell Ethan when he returns to the packhouse.” I said. “I’ve heard of you, you know. Well, I knew your father. I didn’t know that he had a daughter until after you were mated to Alpha Ethan.” Hudson said. “Yeah. I’ve heard that a lot. My father tried to keep me pretty hidden.” I say.

"Who do you think they'll side with?" Silence. A dead silence. "Now, if there's nothing else, I'm hanging up." "Wait!" he yelled. "We can negotiate! I can compensate you!" "Compensate me?" I sneered. "With what? What does your pack have left?" "I..." He was speechless. "No wards, no Font of Power, no magic reserves," I listed them off. "Right now, your pack is nothing." "Lyra, please," his voice started to crack. "The pack is in a panic. The children are crying. The elders are praying. I can't just watch them..."

She looked like she was in her early twenties, dressed in pink Jeans and a pink top that had the inscription; 'LUNA'S DAUGHTER. To anyone outside the pack, the lettering might have seemed like a playful or trendy slogan, but to those in the supernatural community, it was a clear marker of her status within the pack. This woman was not just a pretty face—she was the daughter of the Luna, the pack’s matriarch, and she carried her lineage with pride.

She says to me, and I wonder what this is about. "Okay, you can talk to me." I say to her and she steps closer to me. Are you not aware that there are problems going on outside? There are these group of terrorist groups called the intruders who have bent on destroying packs. "Our Pack is strong, so that is probably why you haven't heard about it. But my daughter, she is married to someone and she's a part of an outside pack." Their pack has been put out to crumbles by these intruders. They need help.