Eclipse of the Pack

Eclipse of the Pack

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By:  Hope ScottCompleted
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In the crumbling city of Newhaven, humanity cowers under the rule of wolves, and rebellion is about to ignite. Mira’s priority is protecting her younger brother Jace from his reckless defiance. Lucan, the wolf prince, feels the pressure of a kingdom on the brink of chaos. One fateful night during a protest, Mira and Lucan's paths collide, forming a bond that defies their worlds. She is a human rebel, and he is a wolf prince. Their lives are now linked in a perilous game. As war erupts, Mira must decide how far to go to protect her brother and the hope of freedom. Lucan faces a choice between his loyalty to the pack and the bond he cannot deny. Secrets emerge that could shatter or unite their worlds. Together, they must confront ancient truths, deadly enemies, and their own hearts. In a city of shadows and rebellion, will their bond save them or doom them?

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Chapter 1

Chapter 1

POV: Mira

The scream cut through the silence of the alley like a blade, sharp and sudden. It wasn’t loud—it didn’t need to be. In Newhaven, volume wasn’t what drew attention. It was fear. The kind of fear that hung in the air now, heavy and stifling.

I froze, my breath catching in my throat. The flickering light above me cast erratic shadows on the damp walls, their jagged movements mimicking the knot tightening in my stomach. Somewhere ahead, the scream had turned into muffled pleas, barely audible over the steady hum of an Enforcer drone. My legs tensed, a primal instinct to flee warring with the harder, colder voice in my head.

Keep walking. Don’t look. Don’t get involved.

But my feet stayed rooted. Because I knew this city, and I knew what happened next. A sharp zap. The acrid smell of charred flesh. Silence.

I clenched my fists until my nails bit into my palms. You can’t save them, Mira. You can’t save anyone.

But what if it was Jace?

The thought surged through me like lightning, hot and unrelenting. My younger brother’s face filled my mind—his defiant green eyes, the way his jaw would tighten whenever the drones passed too close. He never looked down, never cowered like the rest of us. It was a miracle he hadn’t been caught yet.

I forced myself to move, each step as heavy as the air around me. The pleading voice faded into the distance, swallowed by the city’s indifference. I couldn’t help them. I couldn’t stop this. But I could make it home before Jace did something reckless.

The streets of Newhaven whispered despair with every jagged corner and shattered cobblestone. Trash clung to the edges of the gutters, dampened by a constant drizzle that did little to cleanse the city but soaked everything else. The air reeked of oil and decay, mingling with the sour, acrid stench of burnt-out circuits—a smell that seemed to seep into my very skin. Over it all, the metallic tang of fear clung like a second sky, sharp and suffocating.

I pulled my scarf tighter, its coarse wool scratching my chin, an irritating but grounding sensation against the gnawing cold. It was better than nothing, even as the wind slipped through the threadbare patches. Above me, the hum of drones pulsed, relentless and invasive, their red lights casting jittery shadows that made the alley walls seem alive. The city felt alive too, but not in the way of something breathing and growing. No, Newhaven was a beast—hungry, oppressive, and impossible to escape.

The graffiti etched into the walls added splashes of rebellion to the otherwise muted tones of the Human Quarters. Most of the symbols were crude: clenched fists, X’s slashed across drones, the occasional curse word scrawled with hurried defiance. But one design caught my eye. It was subtle yet intricate, a phoenix rising from a nest of gears, its wings half-erased by an Enforcer’s laziness or by someone bold enough to restore it after the purge. Its presence made my stomach twist, the sharp pang of something unspoken. I slowed my pace, my boots crunching against stray shards of broken glass and ash.

I stared at the phoenix for too long, my heart heavy with questions I didn’t want to answer. The rumors of rebellion, of a "chosen" human who could supposedly topple the regime, had been whispered in the alleys for weeks now. They were stories, fairy tales meant to stoke hope where there could be none. But still, I lingered. Could someone really rise against all this? Could Jace?

The sharp crack of a scuffle nearby jolted me from my thoughts. Two men argued at the corner of the next street, their voices low but heated. One shoved the other into a wall, the sound of flesh meeting stone reverberating through the alley. An Enforcer drone hovered above, its red light zeroing in on the movement, and for a terrifying moment, I thought it would strike. But the drone jerked abruptly, its motion halting as it sputtered and emitted a high-pitched whine. Malfunction. Both men froze, their fear palpable in the still air. One muttered a prayer under his breath before both scattered into the shadows.

I didn’t wait to see if the drone recovered. My pulse hammered as I quickened my pace, the ash beneath my boots crunching louder in the silence of my panic. The sensation of unseen eyes burned into the back of my neck until I reached the ramshackle building I called home. Its peeling paint had surrendered to the grime of the Quarters long ago, leaving a surface that felt slick under my fingers as I grasped the door handle.

Inside, the air was stale and thick, laced with the smells of sweat, damp wood, and something faintly sour—possibly the stew my mother had been stretching across days. The faint warmth of the cramped interior did little to ease the chill clinging to me.

“I’m not going to sit here and let them treat us like dirt!” Jace’s voice rang out, sharp and electric.

I shut the door softly behind me, letting the argument filter through the walls before stepping into the dimly lit kitchen. Jace stood rigid in the center of the room, his fists clenched, his green eyes blazing. His voice crackled with the defiance that had become as much a part of him as his name.

“You have no idea what you’re talking about,” my mother countered, her tone raw with exhaustion and something close to pleading. She hunched over the stove, stirring the thin broth with trembling hands, her shoulders drawn tight against Jace’s verbal assault.

“Protests don’t solve anything—they just get people killed!” she finished.

“They get attention!” Jace shot back.

“Attention doesn’t put food on the table, Jace,” I said, stepping into the room. My voice was weary, the sharp edge cutting through their argument. He turned, his eyes narrowing at the sight of me.

“Great. Mira’s back,” he muttered, his words heavy with derision.

His jab stung, but I didn’t rise to it. I set my scarf on the counter and let my silence speak for itself. It was Jace who broke the quiet.

Years ago, during one of the first purges, Jace had done something reckless. He’d been barely ten when an Enforcer drone cornered a scrawny boy in the alley near our old apartment. The kid had tripped, his ankle twisted, the drone closing in for the kill.

Without hesitation, Jace had grabbed a rusted pipe and hurled it at the drone. The clang of metal against metal echoed as the pipe knocked the drone just off-balance enough for the boy to scramble away.

“Jace!” I’d hissed, yanking him back into the shadows as the drone spun erratically. “What were you thinking? You could’ve been killed!”

“I couldn’t just stand there,” he’d said, his voice calm but his hands trembling. “What kind of person does that?”

Back in the present, his words still haunted me as I stared into the bowl of broth on the rickety kitchen table. Jace hadn’t changed. His fire, his defiance, his stubborn refusal to look away—they were both his strength and his greatest danger.

And I couldn’t leave. Not as long as he needed someone to pull him back from the edge.

Outside, the faint red glow of a drone pulsed against the window. The city whispered despair. But somewhere out there, someone had painted a phoenix rising from gears, its wings defying erasure.

Not hope, exactly—but the memory of it.

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106 Chapters
Chapter 1
POV: MiraThe scream cut through the silence of the alley like a blade, sharp and sudden. It wasn’t loud—it didn’t need to be. In Newhaven, volume wasn’t what drew attention. It was fear. The kind of fear that hung in the air now, heavy and stifling.I froze, my breath catching in my throat. The flickering light above me cast erratic shadows on the damp walls, their jagged movements mimicking the knot tightening in my stomach. Somewhere ahead, the scream had turned into muffled pleas, barely audible over the steady hum of an Enforcer drone. My legs tensed, a primal instinct to flee warring with the harder, colder voice in my head.Keep walking. Don’t look. Don’t get involved.But my feet stayed rooted. Because I knew this city, and I knew what happened next. A sharp zap. The acrid smell of charred flesh. Silence.I clenched my fists until my nails bit into my palms. You can’t save them, Mira. You can’t save anyone.But what if it was Jace?The thought surged through me like lightning,
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Chapter 2
POV: LucanThe council room felt colder today, its vaulted ceilings and stone walls trapping not just the chill of the season, but the icy tension radiating between its occupants. At the head of the long, polished table, I stood, the weight of centuries-old tradition pressing against my shoulders. The table’s surface gleamed under the flickering light of iron chandeliers, a reflection of the opulence that the Royal Compound exuded. Every gilded chair, every inlaid jewel in the room screamed of power and permanence, in stark contrast to the crumbling Human Quarters beyond the compound walls.Around me, the most powerful wolves in the city debated fiercely, their voices a cacophony of growls and sharp-edged words.“Human productivity is down by fifteen percent,” General Vrax growled, his voice like distant thunder. “They’re growing lazier. We need harsher penalties—longer work hours, stricter rations.” He leaned forward, his hulking frame casting an imposing shadow across the table, his
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Chapter 3
POV: MiraThe streets of the Human Quarters were unnervingly quiet, the kind of silence that felt alive, crawling up my spine and settling in the pit of my stomach. It wasn’t peace—it was the ominous calm of a city holding its breath, waiting for something to break. The cold bit into my fingers through the thin gloves I wore, and I tucked my hands deeper into my pockets, trying to ignore the prickle of unease that came with every shadow stretching too long, every drone’s hum too loud.Above me, the drones buzzed in their mechanical patrols, their searchlights slicing through the darkness in clinical arcs. The beams illuminated fragments of the Quarters—piles of broken bricks, sagging rooftops, patches of cracked cobblestones slick with grime. The stark, white light made everything look sharper, harsher. A metallic tang hung in the air, mixing with the faint, acrid smell of burnt circuitry, remnants of an earlier drone malfunction or the lingering effects of a minor scuffle.My scarf s
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Chapter 4
POV: JaceThe Human Quarters were suffocating tonight, the kind of oppressive quiet that made every creak of old wood or scuff of a boot echo too loudly. Drones hummed above, their red searchlights casting eerie shadows on crumbling walls and trash-strewn streets. I pressed my back against the warehouse wall, every nerve on edge. Even in the darkness, the feeling of being watched never left.The old warehouses were abandoned long ago, their rusted doors hanging crooked on warped frames, the air thick with the smell of decay and oil. This one, though, had become a haven for whispers of rebellion. Tonight, those whispers would take shape—or fall apart entirely.Davin arrived, slipping out of the shadows with two others at his back. His wiry frame seemed taut with frustration, his movements sharper than usual. I followed him inside without a word, the door groaning as we pushed through.Inside, the group was already gathered, their faces illuminated by the dim flicker of a single lantern
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Chapter 5
POV: LucanThe wind swept through the open courtyard, rustling the crimson banners that hung from the compound walls. Their gilded edges caught the fading light of the setting sun, a stark contrast to the shadows creeping over Newhaven. I stood on the highest balcony, gazing out at the city below. From here, the Human Quarters sprawled like a wound—a patchwork of rust, gray, and ash scarred by years of neglect. The glow of the sunset did nothing to soften its harshness.The streets seemed calm from this distance, but the peace was a mirage. A storm was brewing in the factory district, and I could feel it in the air, tense and electric.Behind me, Eldrin’s voice broke the silence. “It’s begun.”I didn’t turn. “How large is the crowd?”“Hard to say,” he replied, his tone measured, though a hint of unease slipped through. “The patrols estimate it’s growing by the minute. They’re carrying signs. Chanting.”“Chanting what?” I asked, finally glancing over my shoulder.Eldrin stepped closer,
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Chapter 6
POV: Mira The air in the Human Quarters thrummed with an energy that both terrified and exhilarated me. It whispered of change while threatening destruction.I pulled my scarf tighter as I moved through the narrow streets. The protest noise swelled, voices mixing with sweat, smoke, and fear. My pulse quickened—not just from the tension but from the distinct feeling of being watched.The sensation had lingered for blocks, an itch I couldn’t shake. I glanced over my shoulder, but the crowded streets revealed nothing unusual. Still, unease gnawed at me.I quickened my pace, slipping into side alleys. Yet the feeling persisted. My eyes darted to the rooftops, half-expecting to see a drone’s red light slicing through the darkness. There was nothing.Nothing visible, anyway.I turned another corner, and the roar of the crowd hit me like a force. I’d reached the heart of the storm. Bodies press
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Chapter 7
POV: Lucan The council chamber was quiet now, its earlier tension lingering like a ghost. My advisors and generals had long since departed, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I sat at the head of the polished table, gripping its cool edge as though it might tether me to reality.But no amount of grounding could silence the truth that throbbed through me like a second heartbeat.Mira.Her name pulsed in my mind, relentless and consuming. The memory of her refused to fade: green eyes blazing with fear and determination, her voice slicing through the chaos. I had pulled her from the protest without hesitation, driven by a force that defied logic.Now, in the suffocating stillness of the chamber, that force roared within me, undeniable and terrifying.She was my mate.The word felt foreign, a concept I had never expected to encounter. Werewolves bonded to their own kind, bound by tradition, bloodlines, and t
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Chapter 8
POV: Lucan The stillness of my chamber was suffocating, wrapping around me like an oppressive weight. The fire in the hearth had burned low, its dying embers casting flickering shadows on the stone walls. Sleep evaded me, no matter how many times I closed my eyes and tried to push away the thoughts clawing at my mind.Mira.Her name echoed in my thoughts, entwined with the impossible pull of the bond. I could still see her green eyes, fierce and unyielding even in fear, and feel the electric connection that had surged between us. It was more than instinct—it was fate, inescapable and binding.I shifted restlessly, running a hand through my hair. This bond wasn’t just a complication; it was a threat to everything I had built, to the delicate balance of power I maintained. To bond with a human was to defy the very core of our traditions, to invite rebellion within the rebellion.Yet the bond thrummed beneath
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Chapter 9
POV: Mira Sleep was an illusion, slipping further away the longer I stared at the cracked ceiling. My chest tightened, my mind a relentless storm of memories and fears. The protest, the crush of the crowd, the glare of the drone’s red light—it all replayed in loops, each detail sharper than before. And then, as always, there was him.Lucan.I sat up, drawing my knees to my chest, the cool air brushing against my skin. My fingers fidgeted with the fraying edge of my scarf, twisting and untwisting it. My mother’s steady breathing from the other room was a fragile reminder that life had returned to its usual rhythm, but I couldn’t shake the knot of unease in my stomach.Jace wasn’t home.The thought gnawed at me, but my mind always circled back to Lucan. His amber eyes, sharp and commanding, haunted me. His presence had been overwhelming, like standing too close to the edge of a cliff and kn
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Chapter 10
POV: Lucan  The council chamber felt suffocating, its air thick with tension so palpable it seemed to vibrate in the stillness. The carved wolves and moons on the walls no longer felt like symbols of strength; tonight, they seemed more like sentinels of judgment, their unyielding gazes pressing down on me as I sat at the head of the long table.This wasn’t just a meeting—it was a test.One by one, the council members filed in, each a piece in the precarious balance of power I was supposed to maintain. Elder Merrin moved with deliberate grace, his silver hair catching the faint light. His calm demeanor masked his cutting insight. Vrax entered next, his massive frame and predatory energy filling the room. He was the council’s sharp edge, always ready to wield dominance as the ultimate solution.Eldrin, quiet and contemplative, took his seat at the far end of the table, his sharp eyes watching eve
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