The Pack's Weirdo : A Mystery To Unveil นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“You don’t want to do this. You will not win.” “Maybe it needs to be done,” Jules’ voice was dark. “Something is very wrong about the lead alpha of the pack and the council sitting around in a bunker snacking on a tray of sandwich triangles and sipping coffee whilst the people that they serve are fighting for their lives above them.”

In the human world, the fall of the Bloodmoon Pack was just news of the bankruptcy of a local investment holding company. But in the Underworld - a shadow market where immortals, ancient monsters and werewolves trade in blood and power - this event is like an atomic bomb explosion.

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.

“This is Umoja—Level C. Those cameras are just there for show. None of them work.” “Then what makes you think something was taken?” he asks, his voice dipped in mock innocence. “Could just be a pack scuffle.” I laugh dryly. “It was the Winward Pack. They’re the fairest, most neutral pack on record. You think they just went rogue?” Oscar tilts his head, eyes gleaming with amusement. “And yet, don’t we all have a hidden story?” He lets out a short, sharp laugh and turns, walking away like he owns the place.

That’s the best one yet! We talked a bit more with Deon, we ended up finding out more about Deon that we did about the pack, they are generally a private pack so what’s known about them is only what they want to be known about them ( I need to take a leak, all that septic nonsense in my system for nothing, got my bladder doing overtime in vain! ) I laughed again and shook my head, this guys is crazy.

All humor from catching Clint in the act, long gone. "Terrible. When we first arrived, we all had a bad feeling about the pack members. And as the time progressed, the negative feelings quadrupled. The pack members live like peasants. The warriors are scared little kittens, and the Alpha is hiding crap. They have fancy stuff in the main houses and nice cars, but there is no revenue stream. Wolves are behaving strangely about uncommon medical events. Oh, and chosen mates seem to be a normal thing," I growl out at the end. "Well, if they are hiding something in their bank records, I will find it," Scott says, opening the folder.

Now, the Wisdom Pack excels as the most advanced Pack, and continues to remain ahead of all other competition. Alden’s parents were murdered, I had no idea. No matter how many pages I flip through, I can’t find any other information on it. Who did it? Before long, the words start to jumble and swim on the page, so I set it back, and lie down on the chair. I wonder if I could sleep this off? I scold that thought out of my head quickly, knowing it might only make this worse. At least an increasing headache and tiredness shrouding my subconscious is my only symptoms I have thus far.

Sure enough, there was indeed a record of the western pack, but it was just a few sentences. 'The Western Pack was established twenty years ago. Its Alpha is incompetent, arrogant, and cunning. The Pack was not able to fulfill its mission, so it should be kept far away.' Cole seemed to have noticed the silence in the absence of flipping pages. "What is it?" Instead of answering him I began aggressively flipping the pages back and forth, looking for any other information. There had to be something else about my pack, something correcting the blasphemy written on the pages. "Ugh!" I exclaimed, shoving the book off the table when it was obvious that there was nothing else. "Biased assholes."

The Nex Pack… If one thought the Devorare Pack was a group to fear, they obviously have never met nor heard of the Nex Pack. A pack they may be, they do not fully operate as one. For one thing, as William had done during his time as Alpha, the Alpha of the Nex Pack is someone to fear. Rather… they are the true definition of fear. It matters not if one is friend or foe, young or old, strong or weak; get on their bad side in any way, and it was an instant death sentence for them.

DEREK “Dad, a pack from the south contacted me yesterday,” I said as we sat in the pack office. My father, the Alpha, raised an eyebrow. “And what pack would that be?” he asked, leaning forward with curiosity. “Their name is Lunaris Mystique,” I replied, feeling a small thrill at even saying the name. His eyes flickered with recognition. “Lunaris Mystique?” He sat back in his chair. “I know of them. They’re a smaller pack, deeply secluded, but they’re not ordinary. They have a history of taking in magical wolves, those gifted with abilities, and grooming them to master their powers.