All Chapters of Echoes of the Pack: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

She tilts her head innocently, though I suspect that her grabbing my hand was no mistake. The vision I had from her felt different, though, like it wasn't old and dusty. It felt fresh, new. As if it isn't the past.Had I just seen a glimpse of Eamonn's future?"I'm Jayden," They shake, "Looks like we'll be neighbors."Nancy nods and looks up at the apartment, "Yes, seems so. I apologize in advance for the noise. I two young ones that are quite noisy."As if on cue, a boy no more than fifteen comes rushing out, "Mom, I'm going to hang out with Johnny and Keanu!""It's late already! Be home by nine!" Nancy calls as he runs around the packhouse. "That's my boy, Gene. I have a small girl, Addison, but she's down for a nap with her pa. They went hunting earlier.""I used to help Avianna and her healers-would it be okay if I did the same here?" I ask and Nancy's eyes brightens."Of course! I was hoping you would be willing-we'll do that in exchange for me continuing your tutoring. Avianna t

I stretch my legs out too, keeping in pace with him. My muscles burn but I only surge forward. The wolf within is at one with me in this moment. She's loving this-it's been a while since she has been able to run this much. The exhaustion only pushes her more. She won't let the Alpha to outpace her too much.My attention snaps to a new scent appearing. Tiny yaps followed by tiny paws come hurtling towards Kennedy. Eamonn comes barrelling through the brush and charges forward, running straight into his father.Kennedy has stopped by then and looks unamused as his pup runs head first into his leg. But after he shakes it off and looks up at Kennedy with a wagging tail, the large grey wolf softens. His tail begins to wag too, and soon they are both yapping and playing.I crouch low in the ground, watching them as they tackle one another. Eamonn's growls are high-pitched and adorable, despite him doing his best at looking intimidating. Kennedy's growls are frightening and low, even as he pl

Today marks a month."Alora, can you change his bandages?" Nancy asks as she reset a woman's arm, "Don't have anything on them. He's recovering from a burn."I work through the rest of the day like this, following Nancy's instructions methodically and robotically. None of the Wolves speak to me. None of them even look at me. I'm fine with it like that.My parents had been murdered a month ago.It's a hard pill to swallow, one that wouldn't go down easily. Every time I think I'm beginning to accept the idea that they will never come home from a business trip, or I would dance with my mom or get yelled at by my dad...I suddenly wake up to the reality of my grief.I will never speak to them again. I will never have the chance to nurture the relationship we had all begun to work in the recent months. My mother will never help me get ready for my wedding. My father will be never be there to see me grow up into who he had wanted me to. They will never get to understand what I truly am...or

"Foolish, fucking morons! What did you think was going t'happen if you went scampering about the packlands by yourself? And then cause a fight no less!"Mac has been rambling for about several minutes now, careful not to overstep Kennedy when he interjects. We all stand in Kennedy's office in the packhouse-Kiana, Mateo, Mac, Jayden, and I. After we outran the Sentries from the lake, it was only natural that we would run straight into Mac while he was heading back from patrol."And you!" He isn't the kind that jabs his finger in your face. No, Mac is up in my face in an instant, bending down to make sure my eyes are on him, "The head on you, woman, is anot'er t'ing! Haven't you been causing enough trouble? Why is it that whenever there's a brawl or a fight, you're the one in the middle of it!""Love, your accent's showing," Kiana tries to make light of the situation, but is quickly cut off by Mac's scowl."You have not'ing to say, do you?" He takes a step further in my space. I only st

The ground shakes beneath the feet of all Alphas. They are the ultimate authority of the pack. The Alphas are the only Werewolves that are perfectly in-sync with their Guides. Two halves fitting together-human and beast-like two oceans meeting. Equals but Separate.What separates the Alphas from the Wolves they rule over is this gift they receive by the hand of The Goddesses.Balance.The only ones to rival their strength are those who act as the presence of the Goddesses on Earth. The Priestesses.The Abregon packhouse looms over me. Mira and Ilya stand tall like statues of Roman warriors. Aidan and several Sentries are hunched forward, and I can't tell if it's from pain or a need to shift. Their expressions are all on guard as more Wolves gather around the silver cars that have pulled up to the house.The door opens and Sashi comes out. She moves more aggressively and abruptly than I have pictured her to. Her eyes are sharp and narrowed- and notably a dark copper rather the gold I h