Novel & Cerita Ash Vs Paul Pokemon

“It’s Gray who plays softball, not you. You hated that thing, right?” Ash blinked, “I’m not Gray?” “No,” I tell him, shaking my head. “You don’t know who you are?” Ash furrowed his brows, deep in thought. Suddenly he grabbed a strand of hair that was hanging just above his face, “I am Groot!” “Right,” I say. Glancing at Red, I tip my head over to Ash. “Watch him, I’ll just talk to that solid block of ice over there.” Red nods, understanding. “You should, he’s out of it since a few hours ago. We were buying food and he kept bumping into shit.”

It accepts him. Like he belongs here so thoroughly the earth doesn’t bother reacting. I don’t like how much that registers. “I know who you are,” he says. “That makes one of us.” His mouth twitches. Not a smile. A decision. “Ashton Ashborne,” he says. “Crown heir of the Northern Packs.” Of course he is. The name fits him—old, heavy, built to last through wars. I nod once. “Vaelira.” His gaze sharpens—not recognition. Interest. The kind that weighs consequences and proceeds