Jonathan Stilldon

"We must prevent this dispute from escalating," Alpha Grey remarked seriously. "Too many lives have been lost, and our packs cannot sustain any more casualties."

Nathaniel agreed, but his demeanor remained restrained. "I concur," he said dispassionately. "But understand this, Alpha Grey: this truce is only a temporary solution. Our packs' frustrations are deep and will not be easily ignored.".....................

In the heart of a shared territory where packs clash for control and lineage seals one's fate, a timid young woman got caught up in a web of political plots and the weight of her family's expectations. Eleanor's dreams of a life filled with love and liberty seem distant, as she is bound by a commitment to marry Nathaniel Blackwood, the fearsome alpha of the opposing Blackmoon pack.

Destiny, however, has different intentions. Eleanor's life takes an unexpected turn when she meets Lucas Blackwood, Nathaniel's estranged younger sibling. 
As Eleanor and Lucas explore the murky depths of pack politics and the complexity of blood bonds, they uncover unsettling revelations about their own heritage. Damon Blackwood, another Blackwood Scion, joins them, plagued by his past and torn between devotion and a thirst for power. 
But, as Nathaniel's ruthless grip tightens, the trio's hopes for love and autonomy are jeopardized. Every move was dangerous, and their alliances were strained to the limit. 
"Queen of the Pack" offers an enthralling tale that weaves together themes of affection, self-sacrifice, and the path to discovering oneself.
Can Eleanor and Lucas beat the odds to carve out their own path, or will Nathaniel's dictatorial authority crush their hopes to dust? This is a journey where loyalty is tested, alliances are made, and a pack's destiny is on the line.

QUEEN OF THE PACK

Eleanor felt her heart racing as she and Simon guided a small group towards the origin of the scream. They moved quickly yet carefully, with weapons prepared and their senses alert. The trees appeared to encircle them, the forest becoming darker and more suffocating as they walked. 


 They arrived at a tiny, open area where the scream had come from. The discovery sent shivers down Eleanor's spine. A youthful scout was stretched out on the ground, his wide eyes filled with terror, and his body contorted in an unusual manner. Carved into the tree's bark above him was one word: "Traitor." 


Eleanor's thoughts were racing. This was not just a normal assault. It was a communication, an alert. The necromancer was aware of their approach. The cloaked individual was not only watching but also participating in the dangerous game. 


 "We must retreat," Simon murmured, his voice barely audible. "This might be a trap." 


WHISPERS AT DUSK