The Pledge The Book Novels & Stories

* * * Eve’s POV * * * “I Evelyn Rose Jones, denounce the Mountain View pack as my pack and pledge my allegiance to the New Moon pack. I promise to serve my Alpha and pack to the best of my abilities, putting the needs of the pack above my own,” I promise as I Natalie my palm and take my pledge. Of course nothing happens when I denounce the Mountain View pack, because I was never pledged here. However, as I finish my vows, I feel a band loosening around my mind as the awareness of the New Moon pack members enters my mind.

"Came to wish you guys a happy New Year. You've been pocketing my gifts for years now. Time to score one in return." My mom emerged from the kitchen with a spatula. "Chase, I made your favorite blueberry pie." She froze, staring at Ted in bewildered surprise. He nodded politely. "Happy New Year, Mrs. Pledge. I'm Ted Wiley, Nora's... friend." I ushered him in, and he placed a collection of wrapped bags on the floor. "Sorry for the uninvited visit. I hope you don't mind." I glanced at the packages: expensive supplements and a Hermès bag—more than my parents could afford to reciprocate.

He turned to Aelanor. "We were taught of a poem as a pledge when we joined the ranks of Dream Isles Guard. It was not, however, the usual kind of pledge, that I had believed. The inscription here," he motioned to the panel, "proclaims that the final call for the life as we know it is in the answer to the defense of the same." "Pylaieus..." Nimuel began with a apologetic tone, but Pylaieus held out of hand to stop her.

He slowly raised a shaky hand toward Asher and Asher smiled as he took his hand into his. "I understand you have a slight problem with speaking, so it's okay if you answer with short responses." "Do you, Joshua Ray, pledge yourself to me, Asher Thorn as your Alpha?" "Y-yes. I, J-Joshua Ray, p-pledge you m-my Alpha. "Do you pledge yourself to the Thorns' Wolf Pack? Do you pledge to be loyal to it and to protect it as well as your Alpha?" "Y-yes. I p-pledge to T-Thorn P-Pack. L-loyal to it.

“I think you can help me- help Irellia.” “How in the world could I stop it?” I’m startled by the anger I see flash on her face, but it disappears quickly as she continues. “I have talked to Father, he is set on fulfilling the pact. I do not blame him, the goblins are terrible little creatures.” I’ve never heard her say this before, she’s always been on her sister’s side. My hopes diminish, but even so I need to try. “The pact states ‘the youngest’ will marry into the pack, but why must it be so? If another Princess agrees to marry in Irellia’s place-“

"It's about unity, about fostering a sense of kinship and belonging among us…like family." I returned her smile, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. "Yes, exactly," I replied. "BloodPledge isn't just a name—it's a promise. A promise to uphold the values of loyalty, compassion, and mutual respect and as long as we remain true to that pledge, I believe we can overcome any obstacle that comes our way."

“I pledge my allegiance to you. My strength. My pack. My life. Not because a bond forces me. But because you fought for me when I was lost. You screamed me back to myself. If you will have me… I am yours.” His words washed over me. I saw the weight of his guilt. I felt the solid truth of his pledge through our new bond. And I felt the rightness of it. Neal’s playful love was my joy. Noah’s fierce, loyal strength would be my shield. I looked at Neal. He gave me a small, supportive smile and a nod. Your choice, his eyes said.

“No matter what happens, you remember one thing—” Her fingers gripped my wrists, holding me there. “That you’re mine,” she whispered. A sharp breath left me. Christ. She didn’t even know how much I needed those words. “Yeah,” I said hoarsely. “Yours.” But inside, I felt it, the clock ticking down, the shadows pressing in. And I knew, whatever waited in the next days, we weren’t done bleeding yet. The night stretched long after that, hours bleeding into each other. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the words on that paper, burned into the back of my skull. Blood can’t buy loyalty. Blood only betrays.

He picked up a thick leather ledger and a rolled map of the feral borders, walking back and placing them gently in her lap. Elena looked down at the documents, her heart swelling with a strange, sudden surge of pride. He wasn't patronizing her. He was handing her the inner workings of his hidden society. He was offering her a true partnership. “He respects us,” Kiara chimed in from the back of her mind. But the wolf’s voice sounded different now—deeper, richer, vibrating with an unnatural resonance that made Elena’s chest tighten. “Elena… something is happening. The blood. The blood is too hot.”

I answer him. "I swear my allegiance, to you, as a member of my pack. Our souls are linked. You are privy to my feelings and senses, the keeper of my secrets. I pledge you my protection, in my honor. My loyalty shall be yours. My strength shall quell your weakness, my courage shall absolve your fear. This is my pledge to you." I repeat the pledge after him before he slashes his palm the way Caspian did. Then he leans in and kisses my cheek.