Black Canary On Arrow Novels & Stories

One of the most popular clubs in Northbrook, Black Shades And Grey was crowded by the time they returned. There was barely any space in the parking lot but the driver found a spot and stopped the van. "Remember to keep everything casual. Spread out and find out anything you can about Dizon. His buddies must be in here, one of them could slip off," in front of the van, Arrow was giving a short briefing. "Men, move out!" "Yes sir!" They hollered before moving in, blending smoothly with the line of customers waiting to get inside the club. Tall, broad with ripped muscles showing through his white shirt, Arrow easily attracted attention to himself.

I pulled the arrow back and let go of it. I heard the voices around me before my eyes moved to the dart. 'Shit' I Internally cursed. Almost. I almost got it. The arrow stepped exactly at the tiny black line separating green and red.

I don’t know if it’s the mission itself or knowing Zane is here, but my heart is already racing, my blood heating in my veins. I see the guy who’s supposed to pick me up standing at the edge of the tarmac. Tall, broad, dressed in black, and wearing sunglasses that don’t hide the fact that he’s one of Arkyn’s men. He gives me a short nod before walking over, tossing a black bag my way. “Sorry, Alpha’s orders,” he mutters. “Blindfold goes on. It’s the only way to the Vega pack.”

One by one, the soldiers crumbled. “Retreat!” Xareth bellowed, his voice sharp and loud, so loud it felt like it split the earth. Those who could still run, did. My wolf turned to follow, then pain hit. A blinding, searing, soul-piercing pain as an arrow lodged deep into my wolf’s flank. Not just any arrow, one tipped with that cursed green fire. It spread instantly, like venom made of flame. It burned through muscle, nerves, spirit, everything.