Bob Odenkirk Novels & Stories

Damon: The scent of cedarwood and ink lingered in the air, mixing with the soft hum of sunlight seeping through the windows behind my desk. Papers lay untouched in front of me, the reports Ethan had dropped off hours ago forgotten as I sat across from the one man whose silence always came with weight. My father. Alpha Kael Lockwood. No matter how hard I wanted to deny it, his presence often held more weight than I wanted to carry when he was in my office, when he was as quiet as he was, when he sat as sharp as he was.

“The ravens returned from the southern outposts. No sign of any pirate vessels near our shores in the last ten days.” Valerian raised an eyebrow. “And from the eastern harbors?” “Nothing reported. But there’s something else.” Ziva hesitated, then added, “One of our spies stationed in the neutral territories claims he saw a man dressed in wolf furs near the trade docks—escorting what looked like a heavily guarded cargo box onto a long-range vessel.” “Wolf furs?” Valerian repeated slowly. “Whose?” “Couldn’t say,” she replied. “But he mentioned a strange scent. Not wolf. Not human.”

They were too professional with their jobs and serious too so I stopped making small talks with them. Knox reached behind the backseat and took out a can of coke. He opened the soda and raised it on my lips. “Drink.” I didn’t realize I was that nervous at all, not until I saw my hands reaching for the can in Knox’s hands. I sipped the not so cold drink, half emptying its content before inhaling in and out to calm myself. Preston's phone rang and she handed it to me. “It’s Mr. Reed,” was all she said before looking back into the road as Scott drove to our place.

My father orders, staring at the door. I feel Darius trying to mindlink but Kade's not back enough for it to fully get through yet, so he scribbles on a notepad, asking me if I know what's going on and I shake my head, watching my father for any clue, just like everyone else. Seconds feel like hours as we all sit there in silence, looking between my father and the door which he continues to stare at. It's clear he's conversing through mindlink, but it's his face is devoid of any expression and it's not until Levi reopens the door, helping Samuel who is carrying someone bundled up in blankets, mud and blood coating both the material and his hands.

Jordan Findley was buried in his hometown of Des Moines, Iowa, on a sunny June day before a crowd of thousands. The local papers read that he died in a small plane crash, but the LIGHTS team members all knew the truth. Such occurrences were so rare, Aaron couldn’t even think of another time a Hunter had purposely killed a Guardian. Accidents happened from time to time, but never something like this. Teams were organized to hunt down Skelton, but so far there hadn’t even been a sign of him, causing speculation that he had been killed as well.

Phoenix nodded in agreement. I headed to the dining room for dinner. I sat with Greta and her mate Tom. He is a nice guy, about five-nine, chestnut-coloured hair and golden-brown eyes. He has a slim build, but it was all muscle; he matched Greta perfectly. Their bodies moved in sync, Tom placing his arm around Greta and always looking at her in awe as they laughed and told me about their week here. They Filled me in on everything I missed. As everyone cleared out of the dining room. I got up, said my goodbyes and reported to Beta Drake.

"Dressed for what?" She raised her brow in surprise. "We are supposed to return to the mainland today. You mentioned that you wouldn't stay more than one night here, correct? There is a lot of work waiting for you and your dad—" "Is in good hands," I interrupted her. "My uncle, Axton, is with him, remember?" My dad's health was failing, and he would be battling it for over a decade, so his prompt resignation and handover as alpha was not surprising.

I didn’t want him suspecting anything, and judging by his reaction, for now, I can tell that he doesn’t. “No, as my beta, you are the ONLY one to know about this. Donatello knows about this because he is my partner and Donato is obviously his son” I said, glaring at my beta whose frown deepened somehow. I didn’t respond to him as I looked at Donatello, the two of us sharing a silent message that I was thankful neither Donato or Carter picked up. The bait has been thrown, now all we need to do is see what we’re going to catch…

I nodded. “Thank you for that. Have you found out anything yet?” He shook his head. “No, Felix and Cornelius have been working on it.” I looked at him confused. “Why are they working on it?” He looked over at Lynn and she nodded at him. “Jensen, Cornelius is the Don of the Roman mafia. He is the reason why we were able to save you.”

After settling Lambert and leaving him under Wythe’s care, Bob moved on to the next part of the plan. Odgen had returned to his own room and was calculating the time it would take for the drug to take full effect, planning to check on Lambert soon. Just then, the lights in the room suddenly went out, startling Odgen. He fumbled toward the door, "Is anyone there?" Before he finished speaking, he saw someone standing at the door. Just as he felt a surge of hope, the figure rushed toward him, and before Odgen could react, he felt a sharp pain in his neck and lost consciousness.