บททั้งหมดของ Crossing The Line With My Hockey Stepbrother: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

PhillipI didn’t want to be here. But it was tradition and it was a waste of time.We sat scattered around the room, still silent, still thinking. There was the occasional shift of boots on stone, the soft creak of wood under weight, the shallow exhale someone failed to hide. The council chamber doors loomed down the corridor, thick and sealed, swallowing whatever was happening inside it.Then it burst open with a loud bang. It took an abnormal level of strength to burst those doors open. That understanding alone made us straighten, sharing shocked glances.The sound cracked through the hallway, sharp and violent, metal protesting against force. Reagan’s dad stormed out through the defied doors, his face flushed, his shoulders rigid like he’d been bracing something heavier than words. Councilman Clarke didn’t look like a man who’d just finished a discussion. He looked like a man who’d just impatiently walked out on one.My father followed him immediately, one hand reaching out, palm o

PhillipMaple street looked the same as it always had.I chose to call it that since it had no name. It was the road that linked the Clarke’s house and Maple Hollow behind the old Chapel. Reagan still didn’t know about it. Only me, Anthony - and I hated that - and the rogues that attacked her that day, and staked out in the brushes. And that was exactly why I was here. It was early evening and the breeze blew softly, enough to sway strands of my hair, and nothing more. The chill came from the snow beneath my boots and the guilt still lingering in my heart. The guilt brought me here.I knew it was twisted - more untrue than anything - but I recalled the day I confirmed rogues hid in the brushes along this lonely frosted street, too close to Elizabeth for comfort, yet I talked myself out of investigating it. And then she was attacked again.The two situations had no correlation, no shared quality except for Elizabeth and Rogue. And that was enough for me. I was convinced the same r

PhillipAfter the Alpha reinstated my position as team lead, Lucan had me resume immediately. Not like he had a choice. But it was his enthusiasm that raised my brow. It was obvious he never wanted me gone in the first place.I believed by his conduct, that in a loose breath he would have even apologized, but I couldn’t say that for sure, and I couldn’t care less. It wasn’t his fault in any case, he had just been following orders.Now that I was back with my team, I almost missed Eren. His youthful innocence and curiosity was nostalgic, a sharp contrast to the brashness of my team, but it would have irritated me now anyway. The ember light glowed dim in our midst, a single small lantern someone carried when we were on patrol. The snow stretched unbroken between the trees, pale and indifferent under the night sky. The air held that sharp metallic stillness that always came before movement, before sound. My breath fogged faintly in front of me, slow and even, dissipating almost as soo

PhillipBy the time we reported back to the patrol hall, the night had already begun to thin. Not lighten - just thin, like skin stretched too tight. I stood near the far wall as another patrol dragged the bodies in. Six of them.They came in heavy and shapeless, limbs bending where they shouldn’t, heads lolling with the careless intimacy of death. Blood streaked the stone in uneven lines, dark and drying, already losing its shine.One of the men gagged softly as they passed. Another swore under his breath.Only under the brighter artificial light of the hall did I see the full extent of what I’d done. It was surprising, and I let my eyes show it, but that was the limit of what I could feel about it.I didn’t move forward like others did. I didn’t step back either. I let the scene arrange itself around me. Reagan also moved closer to see, of course. He crouched near one of the bodies, inspecting the damage with a sharpness that bordered on reverence. After a while, he came back to

PhillipThe moon was high on a crisp night, the frost trailing up the barks of the tree as if knowing my unrighteous intentions. It was too late for nature to protest, anyway. The last two incidents were intentional enough; on the first, I’d followed a previous lead - the trail along Maple road, and on the second, the rogues had practically come to me on the West ridge. But I knew not to rely on chance encounters. In order to get ahead, I had to be even more intentional.I mastered the predictions the boys drew up that day at Reagan’s house. I knew the rogue movements, the time and the location. The only information outside my grasp was the number that would be sent out, and their specific target - if they had one. But the latter wasn’t a real issue.I crouched behind a brush, porous enough for me to see through, high enough to hide me completely. The snow and damp wood served well to mask my scent. The woods on the far side of the road were quiet but in the way that meant they were