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Authors: Melissa de La Cruz

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Wolf Pact: A Wolf Pact Novel

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By Melissa de la Cruz
 

Blue Bloods

Masquerade

Revelations

The Van Alen Legacy

Misguided Angel

Lost in Time

Keys to the Repository

Bloody Valentine

COPYRIGHT
 

Published by Hachette Digital

ISBN: 978-0-748119-88-2

All characters and events in this publication, other than those clearly in the public domain, are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Copyright © 2012 by Melissa de la Cruz

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means, without the prior permission in writing of the publisher.

Hachette Digital

Little, Brown Book Group

100 Victoria Embankment

London, EC4Y 0DY

www.hachette.co.uk

Contents
 

By Melissa De La Cruz

Copyright

Part One

Breakout

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Part Two

The Trials

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Part Three

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Five

Part Four

Chapter Twenty-Six

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Chapter Thirty

Chapter Thirty-One

Chapter Thirty-Two

Chapter Thirty-Three

Chapter Thirty-Four

Chapter Thirty-Five

Chapter Thirty-Six

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Chapter One

Chapter Two

PART ONE
 

Sometimes it’s necessary to go a long distance out of the way in order to come back a short distance correctly.

Edward Albee

Breakout
 

His
earliest memory was of the collar around his neck. Itchy, heavy, tight. From the beginning he wanted it off. It reminded him every day that he was born a slave.

He was a wolf, a beast of hell, a captive, but for now his will and his mind were his own. He had family to protect, brothers and sisters from his den who shared his fate. Taken from their mothers at birth, the pups bonded together and as they grew, he led them to think the unthinkable, that one day, they might break free of their chains.

Freedom was a faraway dream, though. The future was far more likely to hold horrors he couldn’t even imagine. Every wolf was turned into a hellhound on their eighteenth moon day, as young wolves turned too early ran the risk of death. So the masters waited until they were strong enough for the change. When he turned eighteen, his life would be over. He would lose his identity, his soul. His every thought and action would be controlled by Romulus, the Hound of Hounds, the Great Beast of Hell.

One day
during his sixteenth year, Master Corvinus pulled him aside. Corvinus was their battle sergeant, and like the rest of the masters, he was a former angel, banished from Paradise, a veteran of the War of Heaven. Corvinus was the one who exercised them in the pits, who monitored their progress, who put their names on the lists.

Corvinus had noticed his talent at a recent battle, how he had been able to dodge his adversary’s blows with graceful precision—as if he knew where they would land before they did, as if he could see one or two or even three seconds ahead—and the fight had been over before the bell finished ringing.

His name was put on the top of the lists, and he made his way up through the tournaments, through the pits. He kept winning. Every round. He beat them all. Gorg the giant, so called because he was bigger than any of them; Odoff the giant-killer, because he was the first who bested Gorg; Varg; Tatius; Aelia, the vicious she-wolf with the long claws; Drusus; Evander. He had just had to win one more round for the top prize.

But to his shock, he was bested at the trials and not made alpha. After his defeat, he waited for them to come and take him away. He waited, but no one came. The masters seemed to have forgotten about him.

Not so.
Instead of killing him, Corvinus brought him before the general.

Romulus was a massive creature, fearsome, with glinting crimson eyes and silver pupils; he was more than human yet not quite wolf, a startling combination of both, as all hellhounds were. Romulus studied him. “Regardless of your performance in the arena, they tell me you are the one. That once you’ve shed the wolf skin for hellhound form, you will be a mighty warrior, one of the strongest Hell has ever known. The Dark Prince himself has seen it. Lucifer has entreated me to make you my heir. We shall not wait until your eighteenth moon day to make you one of us.”

Never,
he whispered to himself afterward.

Never what?
Ahramin asked. She was the oldest wolf in their den, the fiercest of the she-wolves. Beautiful, dangerous.

I’m never going to be a hound. I’ll die before they turn me.

And how are you going to do that?
She motioned to the collar he wore, the one all the wolves wore.
That collar will keep you from self-destructing. The masters don’t like to waste a good dog.

Once they were hellhounds they would assume their true form, they would walk upright, they would speak the language of the masters. They would carry black swords and wear armor. They were the dogs of war, Hell’s army, and Lucifer, it was said, was preparing a grand campaign.

That was
his fate; that was the fate of all wolves.

But there had to be a way out. Since his defeat, he had not been lazy. He spent his time watching the hounds.
There’s a sword,
he told her.
I saw it. An archangel’s sword. The hounds stole it, but it’s here, they keep it at the armory. It can break our collars. We can escape. We can leave this place.

Ahramin looked skeptical.

Trust me
.

He spent the next week formulating a plan. Their collars hindered their power and tethered the wolves to the underworld. He was certain that once they were broken and the wolves were free, they could easily subdue the trolls who guarded them, but once they were out of the den, how would they get aboveground? How would they cross Hell’s Gates into the land of the living? There were rumors that the Gates were falling, that the archangels’ strength had been sapped—but the masters kept them in the dark, and there was no way to know what was true.

The great wolves of old used portals; that much he knew. The Praetorian Guard moved through passages, roads of space and time that allowed them to be anywhere and anytime in history. But the knowledge of the ancient wolves had been lost for centuries. The passages were closed to him and his kind.

But Marrok believed they would open for him. Marrok told him to try. The white wolf was from the den across the river, and his greatest friend. Marrok knew about the chronologs, about the passages, about their long and storied history. Marrok knew about his talent and told him to go, and the rest of them would follow. He hoped Marrok was right.

He waited
until a night when the trolls seemed tired, when their guard was down, when the masters were distracted with other tasks, and he gathered the wolves of his den together.

I’m going tonight,
he said, looking at their eager young faces.
Who’s with me?

The wolves looked to Ahramin. She had some misgivings, but ultimately she approved the plan, as he knew she would. She was as reluctant to be turned into a hound as any of them.

He’d stolen the sword earlier that day. It had been easy enough; it was a little thing, the size of a needle, and he’d kept it in his mouth. The locks on their collars broke at its touch. The freedom was almost debilitating; he could feel the power flood through his body, through his soul. Wolves were strong, stronger than the masters once, it was whispered—maybe it was true.

He led them past the trolls who guarded their dens, almost making it out the door when one of the younger wolves stumbled and twisted her ankle.
Help!
she cried.

She’ll only slow us down,
Ahramin growled.
We’ll come back for her.

No! Please!
Tala pleaded. Her big blue eyes locked on his, and he didn’t see how he could refuse her.

She’s coming with us
. Tala had helped him when he was down; he owed her this much.

This
is a bad idea,
Ahramin warned.

She was right.

Tala followed as they left the den, but her slower pace gave the hounds time to realize what was happening. They came, roaring and enraged, salivating at the thought of ripping the wolves apart, and they caught up to them right at the border between the worlds. The wolves were certain to be captured until Ahramin lunged for the master, ripping out his demon throat.

Go!
she yelled. Already the hounds were rounding up the others, locking collars on their necks, dragging them back down to the Ninth Circle of Hell.
I’ll hold them here, go!

No!
cried Edon, who’d always loved her.

You know I’m right,
Ahramin said. She was so brave, so fearless.
Do what you have to do.

More hounds were drawing closer.

In a moment, they would all be captured.

He closed his eyes and without thinking, only feeling, he opened a space between the worlds, breaking through the gate that kept them in the underworld. Before him opened a path, blazing with light and surrounded by fire.
Follow me,
he called to the pack.
Quickly!
he yelled, pushing Tala forward.

One by one they jumped over the ring of fire and into the light that stretched far off into the distance.

They
fell out onto a forest floor, and the ring closed behind them. He was in agony, and beside him, he heard his brothers howl. Their limbs were stretching; they were losing their fur, torsos lengthened, their facial features receding.

“What’s happening?” someone cried, and it was no longer the growl of a wolf but a higher-pitched almost melodic sound. A voice.

He looked down to see hands, bruised and bloodied and covered in calluses.

“I think …” he said cautiously, finding it strange to hear his thoughts spoken out loud for the first time, “I think we’ve become human.”

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