Novel & Cerita Calvin O Keefe

“And the dreams?” Kael went still. Ironhaven hummed around them, the sound of its mechanistic heartbeat—trains, factories, ten thousand human lives oblivious to the monsters in their midst. But under the thumping of the city he heard something else. A rhythm not so much wolf as human. Something that made his teeth ache. “What dreams?” “The ones that have you waking up with her scent in your nose... the ones that make you pace your rooms until sunrise.” “I don’t dream.” “We all dream, boy. Some of us just lie better about it.”

he asked calmly. For the first time since she entered the room, her head shot up to look at him, she had expected a lot of other reactions, but not this calmness. Caleb wasn’t reputed to be the most patient or rational Alpha at that, he was known for snapping at pack members randomly and having a volatile temperament. This calm, collected man sitting in what was Caleb’s chair was a far contrast from who he really was, or at least who he was known to be, “Sir? Yes..yes, that is all sir.”

I don’t doubt it will only get better. I learnt today that Kael is a very spontaneous person we he wants to be. When he says he wants to do something, that typically means he’s going to do it. However, that doesn’t mean I wasn’t surprised when he approached me a day later telling me he is taking me to the Passion Pack, where he has found a place for us to say.

I fucking hate him, I fucking hate him, I fucking Hate him. Those four words have become my mantra and anyone who's in ear shot knows it, Zane has told me how much he finds it funny that I've been here three weeks now and still walk around here screaming it to the high heavens how much I hate is boss. Calder has done nothing but remind me why I hate him but at the same time his voice makes me shutter with heat when ever he walks around like a overprotective dog barking at any man who comes close enough to me.

She took two beers and gave one to me. “It’s really not bad here,” she said, twisting off the cap. “As long as you keep your nose down and your brain in check, most people survive.” “Most people?” She shrugged. “Some don’t.” Before I could ask her to clarify, I spotted Keane staring at me from across the fire. He was sitting on a large boulder, a bottle of beer in one hand as he watched through narrowed eyes. I couldn’t read the expression on his face, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to. What was going through his mind?