Captain Danny Walker Novels & Stories

He looked at it and his grin deepened. "You can come in now." He called out and I turned as the door creaked open behind me The sight made my heart slam into my ribs. Gittens Walker, Captain of the Six generational Alphas and Lilith Nightshade, my nemesis, walked in. She walked in with her head standing tall, flipping her golden hair backwards, like the spoiled brat she was. My throat closed up and my chest ached. What were they doing here? How did they know Director Alex?

she grabbed his hands and walked towards Paul. "I want to formally introduce you to each other. Pauly this is my boyfriend, Cater who's a captain in the military. And Carter, this is Pauly I mean Paul. I'm sorry, I was used to calling him that. He's my co-actor on the series and a good and close friend of mine." she smiled at them while the two men shake their hands. "Nice to meet you, Captain". Paul knew that from how Carter looks at him that he doesn't want him to be around Isabella.

As he drew near, the Walkers took a knee and bowed their heads. In the speech of the surface dwellers, the captain addressed them with loud authority. An older Walker near the front rose and stepped toward the captain. He leaned on a wooden stick that could’ve served just as well for jabbing or striking. How Bjorn understood the Walker to be male remained a mystery for another time. Perhaps, it was something familiar in body odors. They exchanged a few words, the captain and the Walker, but the volume of the conversation stayed low. Bjorn couldn’t discern content. Then, without turning, the old surface dweller stepped back and away until he once more joined his people.

For the first time, he didn’t seem like the untouchable captain everyone feared. I don’t know what made me walk over. “You okay?” I asked quietly. He lifted his head slowly. Those icy blue eyes met mine, and for a second he looked surprised I was still there. I shifted on my feet. “Earlier… when that guy got hurt. You got to him really fast. Thanks for helping him. Most captains would’ve waited for the coach.” Cole stared at me for a long moment, like my words didn’t make sense to him. “You noticed that?”

“You provide the content, Mandy handles the rest. Listen, this documentary series must be a global hit.” “Easier said than done, Jameson. The young captain in question doesn’t want to do this,” Mandy sighed, and everyone’s mood changed. They appeared uneasy. “What? Are you serious?” I sat up slowly. “If he’s not going to do this, then there’s no point—“ “Convince him to work with us, Rachel,” the head of programs, Adele Baker, cut me off. “The school board intends to pull him off the team if he doesn’t comply, but I fear he may not bite the bait. Without the star player, this won’t work,” she reasoned.

THEO Around 9am, while I was trying to force down breakfast, Ramos called. Thank God. I needed him to remind me I wasn't dead and in some limbo where Elijah tormented me. I saw his name on the screen and answered, grateful for the excuse to leave the table where Elijah was sitting across from me eating toast like he hadn't had his hands all over me last night. "Ramos," I said, stepping out onto the back porch. "Cap." Danny “Carson” Ramos, my assistant captain. He was both dependable and nosy in equal measure. "You didn't call when you got to mom’s, you good?"

Danny caught me after the scrimmage, already unwrapping a granola bar, focusing like a man who has his priorities in order. 'A-minus,' he said. I stopped. 'She told you.' 'She told me immediately.' He took a bite. 'I like it. It's accurate.' 'I'm going to be a great assistant captain.' 'Obviously. That's what A-minus means. Almost perfect.' 'Danny.' 'I'm kidding.' He grinned. 'Mostly. Congrats, man. For real.' He held out the granola bar like a toast. I did not bite it, because I had standards, but I appreciated the gesture.

Instead of heading to the Sawyer pack's center, the car was now heading toward the Gronya pack. When the door was pulled open, I immediately saw Danny standing in the night. He was clad in a long black trench coat, his silver-white hair ruffled by the night wind. His eyes were cold and distant, like a winter blizzard in the North. As the Alpha of the Gronya Pack, he was terrifyingly powerful. Seeing me, he smirked. "Welcome." I pushed down the turmoil of emotions rising in my chest and asked in a low voice, "You're not surprised to see me?"