Cal Trask 소설 & 이야기

Alex had never actually seen me angry, and for good reason. A grin formed across the leaders face before he said, "Vivian, you weren't exaggerating. She has more power than I've ever seen. My dear Cassandra Miller, I would like to introduce myself. I am Alpha Marcus Drasus of the Blue Moon Pack here in California. My daughter, you have already met. These other three men are members of my pack. Their names are unimportant at this moment."

“Not entirely. BUT, Gamma Jeff was the one who accepted the Alpha Challenge with the help of someone.” “Who?” I asked him. “Travis Hale, son of our uncle Beta Ragnar.” It was my first time hearing that name. And since we were kids, I couldn’t recall a time I encountered that name. Perhaps its a confidential matter. “The plan was not entirely ruined. In fact, Gamma Jeff was the one who dig up his own grave. If Travis lost the Alpha Challenge, it’s over for Gamma Jeff and his followers. Tristan won’t let them go unpunished.”

It was amazing. “Hello!” Came a voice from behind him, making Rex flinch being caught by surprise. He was dressed in a white robe with a purple open chested shirt, showing broad shoulders and muscled physique. “Hello, I’m Rex Callis, Alpha of the Sakura Pack. I’m sorry to hear about your father. He was a great mentor of mine. How have you, your house, and Pack been doing?” Rex asked. “It’s been a rough transition, but I have an interesting crew behind me.” Tristan chuckled. Rex only nodded in response.

Tsk! @DeathWish

Cassian was a ghost—pale from the blood loss. He pulled away from Fred's support, one hand clamped over his bleeding stomach. Every step looked like he was walking on broken glass. He finally managed to prop himself up next to Trista, his voice weak but lethally cold. He scanned the wrecked room and looked at his elders. "Grandpa. Dad. What are you doing at Trista's house?" Before they could answer, Trista cut in with a cold laugh. "Your grandfather and your father just ordered my family to get out of L.A. Apparently, I'm the 'stray' who's getting in the way of your precious alliance with the Tundra Pack!"

It was Tristan and he was holding a sketch pad tightly in his hand. “You okay son? Come in.” He stepped aside for him to enter. “I’m sorry to bother you but I couldn’t wait to show this to you." Tristan held out the sketch pad. "Do you know this man?”. Cesar looked down at the sketch and frowned. It was a man with a scarred face, shaggy hair and beard to go with it but what almost scared Cesar was the crazed look in the man’s eyes. He looked like a mad man. A mad man who was blood thirsty for revenge and who'd stop at nothing to get it.

Mostly because by the time I've realized I'd made a mistake, I would be dead. Tracy is a snake that will strike the moment you take your eyes off her, and I'm afraid because I now realize my eyes have been off her all this while. She's been living under my nose, under the gaze of everyone in the packhouse as Lucy with Merlin's help. She killed Karl, a Gamma of the Silvercrest pack, and on the night of his funeral, she would have killed me too. Tracy has always been willing to do whatever she has to do to get what she wants, and that makes her powerful in a way I'm not. I have to admit it. Tracy is a threat.

Realizing that her mission to see Killian had been interrupted because of Tracy's meddling, the suppressed anger in her heart made her want to strangle the guy and yell at him to take her back. But he has a gun… And she was powerless. “I don't know her purpose. You seem very close with Ms. Carlson, you might as well ask her when we get to the Villa.” Heidi frowned. She didn't know what Tracy had in store for her. Could she follow this guy blindly? “Tracy and I are not friends. You must be mistaken. Please take me back.” “I dare not disobey Ms. Carlson's orders. Since you seem to know each other, it's enough reason-”

Travanto exhaled a thick stream of smoke, watching the man with the bored expression of a king staring at an insect. "Spare me the pleasantries. Where is Cali?" The liaison hesitated. That was a mistake. Travanto’s hand shot out, gripping the man’s throat, lifting him off the ground with terrifying ease. The Kenyan gasped, his feet kicking uselessly, hands clawing at Travanto’s grip. The Russian leaned in, his voice low, venomous. "MODAFUCKER I asked you where he’s staying and have you lazy lots confirmed that he’ll be at the meet tomorrow?"

Tristan, who has Sky in his arms, is standing next to Tatiana. Now, I am certain Tatiana knew about Caleb not being dead. The witch clicks her tongue. “Caleb Black, you are one hard werewolf to find!” I stop in front of Tristan, who puts Sky down. A strange sound comes from his throat. “Caleb.” His voice is hoarse. “You are alive,” Caleb says before hugging Tristan tight.