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

Nothing. Darren folded his arms as we walked toward my SUV. “So you’re telling me every person responsible for running this pack disappeared together?” He looked back toward the pack house. “That doesn’t make a damn bit of sense.” “No,” Byron agreed. “It doesn’t.” I looked over my shoulder one last time. Neither did this silence. A pack without its leadership felt…wrong. Too quiet. Too organized. Like everyone had been told exactly what to say before we arrived. Kyle walked over and gave a slight shake of his head. “I asked around again.”

I was about to ask about getting some new clothes but he must have been busy to leave so quickly. I don’t know much about The Eclipse pack. Everyone kept themselves to themselves and when meetings are held, all other non-ranking pack members were prohibited from entering the pack house. I am the exception. Even though I was an Omega and technically a ranking member, I have not yet been accepted into the pack.

Instead of precious moon-stone cosmetics or silk cloaks, the bag is stuffed to the brim with worthless, dried wolf-moss and shredded scrap-scrolls. "The b*tch played us!" Yeva shrieks, throwing the bag across the room. "She brought us garbage!" "Yeva..." Xiao Na’s voice suddenly turns paper-thin, her face draining of color as she stares at her own scrying mirror. "I... I have a terrible feeling about this." "What is it?" Yeva growls. "Look at your personal scrying channel," Xiao Na stammers, thrusting her mirror into Yeva’s face. "The... the mental broadcast is live! The entire Great Pack Assembly is watching us right now!"

Everything outside looked washed-out and gray, like the whole world was covered in doom-colored fog. I needed to wash up and fix my makeup, so I ended up being a minute late. Everyone else had already picked their roles. All that was left was the secretary position in the general manager's office. [Oh, no. She's done for.] [This is actually insane. The GM is a chainsaw psycho with multiple personalities. One wrong move, and you'll get shredded. That pick-me girl is finished!] Verda walked up beside me and leaned in close. "The last person who opened that door got sawed in half immediately."

The space was filled with the rich, earthy scent of old books and polished wood, creating an inviting ambiance as I prepared to tackle the next steps of my journey. Sitting at the worn oak desk, I opened the application for recognition as a pack and for admission to Cripple Creek University to pursue my Alpha Education. The screen illuminated my face, displaying a series of questions that felt both daunting and exhilarating. When I reached the section asking for the pack name, I typed in "Blood Moon Eclipse" with a sense of pride swelling in my chest. But my amusement quickly turned to laughter when the screen flashed back “Not a Recognised Pack.”

I bet it's because this stupid she-wolf had nothing to offer in exchange and thus resorted to such a dirty trick to join the pack! "Did she not even consider how prestigious our pack even is in the Werewolf Alliance? It's not just a pack that you can join at will!" Amy jutted out her chin at me, looking at me with an air of superiority. The way she looked at me was as if I were nothing but an ant she could easily crush—just a pathetic werewolf who wasn't even worthy of joining the pack. I was speechless for a while. At once, I used my mind-link to call Cole Blackclaw, my younger brother—the Alpha of the pack.

I am free. I ate the candy, and it was delicious. I like it. No wonder people really like sweet food. I listened to Lucy talk about Ken and this pack. I've heard the name of this pack. People say this pack is mysterious, and its location is unknown. Their pack members are hazardous and scary. Many Alphas from various packs are trying to find the whereabouts of the Abyss Pack, and they always fail to find it. I've also heard dad tell warriors to look for this pack. I've never been curious, but I'd be stuck here forever if I really was Ken's mate.

Frank complained. I arrived at my pack mansion. It was completely built and arranged to my taste. I summoned all the commanders in my pack at the new meeting room to discuss the issue at hand. "There is a wild illusionist on the loose and if we don't catch it quickly. It would wipe the entire pack," I tabled the matter and they and started mumbling. "I thought they were all killed years ago," "Yeah, I thought it was all killed. What is going on?". "How is it possible?, Did any one escape,"

The guards regrouped, faces grim and frustrated. “We didn’t catch sight of any rogue alpha,” one of them said, shaking his head. I nodded slowly, keeping my expression neutral. “We head back,” I said, and without further words, we turned around, heading toward the pack’s territory. When we arrived, the atmosphere was thick with tension. The pack was restless, murmuring among themselves, their faces tight with unease. Groups of men stood in circles, deep in conversation, their voices low but urgent. I paused for a moment, taking it all in. Something had shifted while we were gone, I could feel it. My thoughts drifted to Eryx, had he made some announcement? About a female, perhaps? The very id

I opened the files and started taking the names of all the packs that were destroyed by the same methods in the past nineteen years. “Frostbite Pack, (I flipped the page), The River Lake Pack, the Night Howl Pack, The Silver Moon Pack…” I continued taking names of all those packs while flipping the pages aggressively; the force was too much for the pages but I didn’t care if my force tore them.