The Pack's Weirdo : A Mystery To Unveil Novels & Stories

“Something is going on around here. Some members of the neighboring pack acted insane, like possessed or something. It’s weird.” “What about humans?” My question made Knight look at me. “None that I know of. Just werewolves. Last week, I didn’t know if he was high or something because lately, someone has been selling a powder-like substance, and the effect is like coke and heroin combined, and he just ran into the bus.” I gasped. Knight and I looked at each other, and my mind quickly went to what my mother had told me. “You should be very careful. If you can stay at home, that’s better.” I opened the box, and I found a photo album on top.

Pack life was so easy and made sense, way more than human society did. I love my new little family, I really do, I was just used to a much bigger family. Maybe I need more people to feel at home in this life. I should try making new friends to expand my 'pack'. But how would I do that? I was just so awkward. I couldn't let anyone really know me, only Mika because I trusted him with my secrets, but even he'd never understand what it was like to be a wolf without her pack. Could I even try to explain it without making him feel guilty? Probably not, best to keep it to myself. At least I'd have my pups in time to share this with, we'd be like a pack except without an Alpha... Like a rogue pack..

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.

Nothing. That was it.. Whatever the fuck that was is what is terrorizing our pack. "With no way to track it, we need to keep going to Alastar's pack. Maybe he has some weird happenings or someone from his pack could shed some light on what is happening or what that thing was.." Jericho said, walking back to the car.. I agree, but I am curious as to why I felt like I could follow that creature.. Something WEIRD is fucking happening.. And I am freaking out about it..

I muttered to myself. But ridiculous or not, I had to know. On the search bar, I typed packs. Results instantly popped up. There were results about animal packs and most especially wolf packs. My hand banged against my ribcage as I directed the cursor to the result at the bottom of the page, the one I knew I was searching for all along. Werewolf packs; Myth or hidden truth?

‘Yeah, because every she-wolf out there is just dying to bond herself to a man whose father and older brother have been convicted of human trafficking and murder or accessory to murder. ‘That is on them. You recognized that they lied to us and were doing things they shouldn’t have been. You’re trying to turn things around in our pack.’ That’s the crux of why I don’t want to be away from my pack. Honestly, I’m surprised Piper even suggested that I bring a strange she-wolf to our pack to try and meet her mate. My pack is full of unrest. I’ve had to battle one challenger after another to remain Alpha. I never trained to be an Alpha, not that my father was any kind of role model, so right now, I

I rejoined with a harsh whisper. A murmur pool was beginning to form now. The strange-looking people were discussing amongst themselves and looking at us like we were the weird-looking ones. The young She-wolf that had been talking to us was suddenly nowhere to be seen. I didn’t know what to do now. I didn’t know who to address. We came here to gather supplies for our journey but they seemed like the ones that needed supplies. How come I have never been given reports of the mysterious Pack in the South?

I, on the other hand, decided to do some research on the rogue pack's possible motives and weaknesses. I spent hours poring over books and documents on the internet, searching for any mention of the rogue pack or their leader. As the sun began to set, I finally stumbled upon a passage that caught my eye. According to the text, the rogue pack was led by a powerful and ruthless alpha named Victor. Victor was known for his cunning and ambition, and his pack was feared by many. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I read about Victor and his pack. We were in for a tough fight, and we needed to be prepared. I made a mental note to share my findings with the others and to start brainstorming strat

I know what Pack they are from, before I even turn around. Wisdom Pack. Probably where the most intimidating people come from. Intelligence is born in this Pack; these people born to outwit any other Pack, and lead all development in technology and learning. Never have I met someone out of that Pack, who hasn't known the answer to whatever you throw at them. And as nice as they may seem, with their perfectly planned lives, some of the most cunning people have come out of there.

It served as a symbolic picture of the power and unity within the pack—a unity now shadowed by the rising doubts that gripped my thoughts. Navigating through the carefully marked tracks, the fearsome structure of the Pack House loomed ahead, a mix of technology and old charm. It stood as a sentry, guarding the secrets and complexities hidden within its walls. The magnificence of the parking lot, a mere introduction, hinted at the complex collage sewn into the fabric of the pack's inner workings.