Sanctuary A Hidden Pack New Edition (by Ylyanah) novel Chapter 1

Keir

I know a Royal Squad is following me, and I am grateful I won't be entering the territory on my own, but I don't look behind me to see if they can keep up with me. The closer I get to my Pack's territory, the more outraged my Lycan becomes.

I had roared at the first sign of trouble. I felt the bond with Pack-members sever one after the other, and my roar had turned to one of pure outrage the moment I felt that my Mate was in serious pain. It had gotten worse within seconds, and my knees had buckled when the Mate-bond got severed. My Lycan had released a mournful howl.

I hadn't explained myself as I had run out of the Council's Chamber, and I knew I didn't have to. I barely registered the Wolves and Lycans outside as I got out of the building, but I felt it as they followed me at high speed. I knew I had my dear friend Armas to thank for their presence, and I would take advantage of their presence if I needed it.

I smell the scent of blood and death as I approach the border; another scent hits my nostrils, and I know that Rogues are responsible for what I am about to see. The first body I come across is that of my Beta, and I roar as I see the injuries covering his body.

The further into the territory I get, the more heartbroken I feel—some had barely made it out of their homes, and when I neared the house of a Pack-member with a newborn Pup, I went inside. The Wolf following behind me loses his breakfast at the scene in the master bedroom—the Pup and his Mother are unrecognizably injured.

Closer to the Pack-house, I find multiple bodies of Warriors and Omegas, and I already know their efforts to protect their Luna have failed. I just hope they were able to protect their heir, and I am holding out hope to find her alive. I find the body of my Gamma on the front steps of the Pack-house with his Mate lying dead in the doorway.

I roar as I find the bodies of their Pups in the hallway at the bottom of the stairs, and halfway up the stairs, I find the body of my Beta's Mate, and I know it is only a matter of time before I find my Mate. My Lycan roars in pure rage when our eyes land on our Mate, lying face down on the landing of the second floor.

A member of the Royal Squad that followed me here steps next to me, and I hear him gasp as his eyes land on my Mate. I growl as he steps towards my Mate. "Take it easy, Keir. I hear a faint heartbeat." The male says, and as I look at him, I understand how he knows my name; we once belonged to the same Pack.

He slowly makes his way over to my Mate, and as he turns her on her back, my Daughter comes into view; the sight of her makes me crash to the floor. My Lycan whimpers as we look at the bloodied body of our Pup. Her faint heartbeat makes us feel a tiny bit better, and I swear to the Goddess that I will protect her with my life.

"Keir, I linked one of the Squad to take a look at her. He has a medical background and will be able to tell us a bit more about her injuries." Armand says, and I am grateful there is someone that can check my Daughter. He asks if I know where her Father, the Alpha, is, and when I tell him he is looking at him, his jaw drops.

He knows I never wanted to become an Alpha, at least not in my birth Pack, and he understands like no other why. The young male has finished checking my Daughter, and he tells me that the blood is from my Mate; the only injury she has is on her head, probably from when my Mate fell down with her in her arms.

Armand and I exchange numbers after he tells me to leave the territory. We both fear it might have been an attack targeted at me, and neither one of us is willing to put my Daughter's life on the line. I had grabbed a huge backpack to pack a few things I didn't want to get lost and some clothing for the both of us.

My Daughter had woken up hours later screaming at the top of her lungs, and it had taken a long time before she had calmed down enough for me to ask her what she remembered, but she can't tell me anything as her Mother had grabbed her to run up the stairs.

"Mommy had arm around me, my face against shirt." My Daughter says, and I know my Mate did everything she could to prevent her Daughter from seeing anything. At least I know she won't have nightmares about what happened. I am glad she might never remember how her Mother died as she is only two years old.

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