Blackbelly Reservations Novels & Stories

Stella and Cara huddled near the supply curtain with their heads together, voices too low for me to make out the words but the tone was urgent and shocked, the kind of whisper that meant somebody important had done something big. Margaret came back from a supply run with her mouth set in a hard line and her eyes sharp. "What happened?" I asked. "Pack gathering at the main grounds. Corbin called it thirty minutes ago." She set the supplies down harder than necessary. "Dante Blackwell just formally rejected his mate." My hands stopped on the bandage I was rolling. "He did what?"

Momo muttered, blood oozing from his mouth. I gazed at Billy and Kate, who slowly crawled out of the layers of blocks. Their eyes were all white, pleading for a way out of their calamity. “Everyone get behind me.” Pastor Timothy commanded. They scrambled, hoping to get themselves next to the high and mighty Pope Timothy. Kate got herself out of the block, her bones making crackling sounds as she lay on the floor. They stepped back, wondering how a child had managed to crawl all the way out despite the layers of concrete weighing them down.

We both agreed. He gave us a quick, enthusiastic nod, then he walked away. “What are resavutions?” Belle asked, her mouth full of chicken fingers. “Reservations,” I told her. “And don’t you worry about it. You two are going to the kids camp for the night. It’s Little Nemo night.” They looked at each other and then squealed. “Nemo’s my favorite!” Billy said. “No, Nemo’s MY favorite!” Belle said.

“What?! I pulled a lot of strings and waited for more than half a year to book one of their hotels. How can my reservation be canceled just like that? On what basis?” “Fam, calm down and read their post carefully. Reservations are not going to be accepted for the next month, but the previous reservations made will be honored.” “Huh? What does this mean?” “You know what it means! This is about the Lovehart family’s wedding!” “Wow! This is probably Mrs. Blakewell’s doing. Mr. Blakewell is simply carrying it out. He’s telling the world not to provoke his wife!” “His wife is amazing! I love her.”

“Right. Yes. I figured. Is there any chance that I could get a room. Any cancellation. Anything at all? ” She gave me a sympathetic look and gave me a sad smile. “Unfortunately no. The last room was reserved by a very important figure just this morning. We didn't know he would arrive for the summit cause there already another member from the pack representing them. We truly have no availability." She explained. I didn't understand a bit of what she said but I licked my lips and leaned in a little. “What about Kaden Blackwood? He should be staying here. Could you please check if his room has—”

“Listen I get it okay Faye, I really, really do. But we can’t go in there guns hot and accuse him or his pack of participating. For all we know, they too are doing the same as we are. If we probe Nathan or his brothers, including the Alpha which I was told would be making an appearance, and they are discovered that they too are involved then we go the other way and find another pack. I won’t give up. Okay, Faye? But you have to trust me that I will help. Just got to find the right resources, without deterring them.” “Fine. We will play it your way” I huff and sit back in the middle of the backseat. Within 20 minutes we were parking with a bunch of other cars outside the local wild life reser

Snowbelt is located southwest of Misty Falls and southeast of Gabe's pack territory, the Grayfang Pack. The night was drawing in, so we located a motel to stay in for the night. Teddy and Juan offered to check out the town's bar. They both entered the establishment first, with me following behind. Their presence brought the attention of all the females in the room, letting me grunt in annoyance. I push them aside and make my way past them to one of the bar stools. Upon getting there, I asked the bartender for three vodka shots. That's right, not one, not two, but three.

Moon didn’t bother to take a seat since there wasn’t any sitting room left. Two of the council members weren’t there. They had stayed at Reservation, but Jaded and Bestial were currently in residence at Homeland. He wished it were Brawn and Cedar instead. They were more easygoing.