Romans & histoires Amy Harrison Walking Dead

“We do this quietly. Lexi, stay behind me.” “Don’t tell me to hide,” she snapped. “I’m not asking you to hide,” I shot back. “I’m asking you not to get yourself killed.” Her glare could’ve cut glass, but she didn’t argue. The three of us moved quickly, the night swallowing our footsteps. The warehouse loomed ahead, its windows dark and foreboding. Harrison signaled for us to stop, his eyes narrowing. “He’s here. I can feel it.” I nodded, my grip tightening on my weapon. The hunt was on, and this time, we weren’t leaving empty-handed.

She was alive. I moved out of the pack to see if I could pick out the scent. The rain poured heavily over the abandoned warehouse at the edge of the forest where I picked her scent. Thunder cracked across the sky as I shifted back to my human form. The scent of blood hit me instantly. My mate was here. I saw my beta and the warriors beside me. I signal to them that I will go a alone “ Alpha you can't go alone, we are coming with you” he tried to stop me

This can't be. This can't be true... I'M IN THE BODY OF HILARY!

Hunter: The road in was long and dumb quiet, the kind of quiet that tells you everything worth knowing has gone to ground. I kept the bike under the trees and moved on foot, boots chewing at the moss. Xavier’s words looped in my head: Find her before he does. Short, sharp, no room for mistakes. “Beta, are you sure that coming here is the right option?” One of the gammas, Brian, asked. “Are you going to question the Alpha, Brian?” I asked, and he shook his head.

I move and lift Harrison in my arms and hold him to my chest. I move to the door when I hear more bangs and the howl of wolves. I run down the stairs and back outside. I hand Harrison to Dex. “Move to the treeline and conceal your scent.” I say when I turn back around and re-enter the house. Smirking as I roll my shoulders and chuckle. She is going to die. “MIIIIINNNNNDDDDDDY, come out, come out wherever you are.” Time to play bitch!

“They gave me wolfsbane. It weakened my wolf, but she came back. I used my claws to cut the ropes while he was busy talking.” Relief crashed through me—overwhelming, dizzying. I cupped her face, thumbs wiping away the blood and tears, my own eyes burning. She was here. Alive. In my arms. Harrison gurgled on the floor—weak, rasping breaths, blood pooling around him like a dark halo. I felt no remorse. Not a drop. I looked down at him—cold, detached. “Well, thank you for putting on a show for me. Although… I don’t think I like red.”

Walker stays with Liam, to see if they can find anyone. Once we’re out of the haunted house, Dallas walks a little ways until we’re in the middle of the carnival surrounded by people. He sets me down and looks over my body, until his eyes fix on my arm. I pull my arm up to look and see a giant red mark in the shape of a hand forming on my arm. I look up at Dallas, who looks like he’s going to punch somebody. “What did you see, Amy?” I look straight at him, “I saw... My father.” I whisper to him and next thing I know the intercom is booming, telling everybody the carnival is over, and it was time to go home. Dallas grabs my hand, Cole walks behind me with his hand on my shoulder and Mia grabs

I turned and crushed Chloe against me for half a second, breathing in her hair. “Mommy loves you,” I gasped against her head. “Be good.” Daisy pried her off me gently. “Go!” Harrison was already gone. I ran after him, the hallway spinning slightly, the kit bruising my hip with every pounding step. What if Lucas was dying? What if I was too late? Harrison’s car was parked illegally right in front of the building. He unlocked it and I threw myself into the passenger seat, tossing my kit into the back.

Alyssa nodded. Her mind was already filled with thoughts. Was this a coincidence or did bad luck stuck to her for some reason? It was then she noticed that Harrison shifted and she grilled his arm tightly. “Please don't leave me.” She whispered harshly. Another rain of bullets were shot into the air. “We came looking for Mr. Alexander, and we know you are here.” “We don't plan to kill you and we come with a message.” Harrison's brow deepened into a brow,and he kissed his teeth.

“Couldn’t ask my brother—he just got back from Italy. Mood’s foul enough to snap a man in half, and the man I need… he needs to be alive. For now.” Xander raises an eyebrow. “Alright. What’s going on?” “I’ve got the Obsidian inspections today. I have to be visible.” My eyes lock on him. “But I need you to pick someone up for me.” He leans back, unbothered, ripping open a Mars bar like I’ve just asked him to complete a small bank transfer instead of picking someone up who could potentially be dead within the next 24 hours. “Go on.” “The guy’s name is Jerry Harrison,” I say while he chews slowly, watching me for any sign of recognition. There isn’t any because this person is a fucking nobody.