Amy Harrison Walking Dead Novels & Stories

Both those from Xander's pack and my pack began to step out from wherever they were and were coming to us. In no distant time, we were faced with a crowd. The huge crowd of werewolves who survived the attack of the demons. I was more confused as I wondered where Hutton was. Had the devil lied? "Look at him." Xander called my attention to Hutton, who was walking toward us from the corner of the crowd. His arm was locked around Kayla as he leaned toward her for support. "Is he fine?" Xander and I asked at the same time.

"Sir, are you feeling any better?" Harrison's face was still a shade too pale, but he was visibly recovering as he nodded. "I'm alright." With a nod, the agent cleared the space and climbed back into the front passenger’s seat. Harrison settled back, his gaze cutting through the car window to lock onto Shirley. Catching sight of her slender frame, he could not help but smirk. "What's the matter? Are you mad I’m still kicking?" "You..." Shirley's voice was a mix of anger and restraint. "Yes, it's a real pity you're still alive." “I guess you'll just have to keep wishing, then."

"The Harrison Pack!" Mr Glamora mumbled within himself after hearing Cornor's Explanations "Interesting, And what makes you so sure Glamora?" Hambora taunted with a smug "It's Harrison Pack Hambora, during the Fatal War, not Everyone died Remember and besides, It's only the Harrison Pack that will have a Mixture of Supernatural breeds within a Single Pack!" Glamora Replied and Hambora nodded, he knew better than not to get on Glamora's tail whenever the Harrison Pack were mentioned, his Wife had been killed during the Fatal War and ever since then, his grudge for the Harrison Pack had only deepened.