Novel & Cerita The Pack's Weirdo : A Mystery To Unveil

He gently lay me on the bed and tucked me in. I reached my hands out as he leaned in planting a light kiss on my forehead. “I will be right back; I am going to get some files from my office.” He threw on shorts before he left. I grabbed my laptop off the table. Opening it, the screen lit up. I clicked on my favorite news station. As the site opened, the headlines flashed “More killings, kidnappings, and Strange Symbols Rock Packs.” I sucked in a breath. This has to stop. I read the article, three wolves in Black Moon pack, one in Dark Night pack. As the killings were listed according to packs, I noticed one name was not there, Shadow Pack. I looked through the list again. Shadow Pack was not

he stated — it immediately set off a trigger in my brain, and I became aware of how insulted I am. “Are you aware that the man you’re meeting up with could very well be one of the unusual werewolves who killed that are in the area?” “He’s a member of Kade’s pack . . .” “That’s exactly what I’m referring to here. I have a strong suspicion that his pack is the one making mistakes due to their excessive levels of envy over his accomplishment.” His statements interjected themselves into our conversation, and the whole thing seemed so absurd that it made me giggle.

However, my hand stops while signing the fourth file. "What are you looking at?" She asks. "I am sorry I didn't want to stop but suddenly I noticed something unusual in one of the files." I answer not looking at her. "What's this?" She asks dismissing the shewolves. "Umm, I have heard most of the pack names around the world, but this one is new to me." I reply while showing her the file. I don't know why but something about the pack is making me feel uneasy. However, I can't tell if it's a good uneasy or bad uneasy.

"Anyway, I became Alpha, the MC voted me in as President, and Blayze left town for a while. Stayed out in the desert for weeks in wolf form. I can't say I blame him for that. He lost his father, same as me. But when he came back, he announced he was leaving the pack and starting his own MC. He encouraged anyone who believed in Jessie to follow him as their Alpha. The majority stayed, but I can't say it didn't hurt that a third of the pack sided with him—people I thought I knew, including one of the pack elders. MC members I thought respected my father and me were suddenly Bone Hills Howlers. And their mates and children were part of a new pack by default, thrust back into the antiquated patr

The Green Woods pack should be the most secure. With everything I’ve learned about this pack before my arrival, it never has issues regarding security and the likes. And for sure, that has been evident since my arrival. But... what the hell was a fucking rogue doing here, for crying out loud?

Xeros’s POV The sun was high above our heads as Carlo and I walked around the pack. The heat stuck to my skin, and the dust from the ground clung to my boots. We had been hearing a lot of news lately. Strange news. About a sickness spreading through the pack these past few days. It wasn’t normal. Werewolves didn’t get sick like this. Even if we caught something, our bodies healed fast. Faster than humans could even imagine. But now?

My skin prickled at the obvious contempt and shame in his voice as he spoke of his son. “I wish one day he could snap out of this silly traumatized phase and remember how to be a man. Liook at our pack…every day we face attacks from a mad man who had crowned himself king of the rogues and my own son, who should be leading an army by now cannot even defend himself properly.” I opened my mouth to respond—to what, I didn't know—when I heard footsteps on the stairs behind me. I turned. And forgot how to breathe. He was gorgeous.

“More than you have, I’m sure. But the thing is, if shit gets tense, those are the people we need. Tea can argue with you about whether a spork deserves to be considered a utensil so fiercely that you’ll forget how much you wanted to rip Ford’s throat out. And when we get together with other packs, you wouldn’t believe how good it is to have an asshole like Jesse who can convince anyone that it’s a good day for the football game Rocco planned, even if it’s pouring rain and cold as shit outside.” “Since when is shit cold?” His grin widened. “There you go.” “What about the last box?” I gestured to the sixth one, which said: SIGMA. “That would be the pack’s instigator.” His expression grew ruef

I didn’t give away anything about Mark or what we suspected, but they came to the conclusion that our pack was the target, and they assured me they’d aid us if necessary. Yesterday, though, the things I saw in two of the packs I visited made me suspicious. I only met the Beta in both packs, claiming that their Alpha family went on a trip, but they kept referring to them in past tense like they were dead. I hid that I recognized it and sent two observers to each pack.

By the time the last one arrived, she was already flushed, biting her lip and whispering how she wouldn’t mind having every one of those Alphas take turns burying their cocks deep inside her until she couldn’t remember her own name. Within thirty minutes, every Alpha had arrived, except one. Alpha Kyron of the Three-Eyed Brothers Pack, from the Northern Territory. Not much was known about him, only that people spoke his name in whispers. They said he was cursed…that he had three eyes, just like his pack’s name claimed, the third one resting at the back of his head. Terrifying, if you thought about it long enough.