Christopher Wayne Pritchard 2022 Novels & Stories

"I suppose we haven't formally met yet, have we? I'm Christopher, but most people call me Chris. Christopher is way too…pretentious for my liking." "How'd you get in here?" she probed, still trying to decipher his intentions. Christopher reached into his pocket and pulled out a key similar to the one Sawyer had used only hours ago. "How did you—" "I told Sawyer I wanted to bring you some new furniture. Oh! That reminds me." He bent down and extended a hand into the bag that was on the floor beside him. Waverly glared at his arm, which was covered in numerous tattoos, forming a sleeve, with the Crimson Shadow sigil placed in the centre.

"Wards detecting Ghost Wolf signature. Do you want us to engage?" "Defensive positions only. Let her come to me." I made three more calls in quick succession. My Beta, ordering him to mobilize every warrior we had. My Gamma, telling him to evacuate non-combatants to the northern territories. And finally, the call I'd been dreading but knew was necessary. Christopher Newt. One of the most powerful. My occasional ally, frequent rival, and the one person who might actually be able to help if this all went sideways. The phone rang twice before his smooth voice answered.

And so it was that in that half hour, Jasmine took it upon herself to update me on all the details about Christopher. I already knew many of them, because Julia had been in charge of telling me about him, but it wasn’t the same been told on FaceTime than in person. He doesn’t leave the office. Sometimes he falls asleep while we're talking, I guess he's not sleeping well. He’s lost weight. We have to remind him he needs to eat. He's crazy about James. Oh yeah. I had forgotten to tell you, Fred and Sofia had become the proud parents of James Daniels Marton, a chubby and long baby boy.

Of course, I love my mom but my dad always has her protected so I don't need to worry too much. Luckily for me, I have Will here with me and as my Gamma, it's his job to have control over the warrior's patrol shifts. "Will, do you know if Ryan and Tony are on patrol today?" He stares up at the sky as he thinks before shaking his head "No, they are on the night shift tonight on the East border." One thing about Will is his incredible memories of the patrol rotas, rarely, he doesn't know who's on patrol and when. We have a lot of warriors and for him to remember all those details is mindblowing.

Christopher said, his tone almost amused. So it’s a man? I thought to myself, my heart racing with a mix of anger and intrigue. “I don’t give a fuck about any of that, Harper. Give me his name,” I demanded. “It’s Zayne. Zayne Wyatt,” Christopher replied. The name hit me like a punch to the gut. I felt a surge of anger and betrayal. “That bastard," I seethed. "Thanks for the info,” I said, my voice low. “Call me when you have any news again. Thanks, Harper.”

"Good. You're still alive." If she had died before he arrived, all this effort would have been pointless. He started toward her. At that moment, Christopher stepped forward, smoothing his hair and straightening his blue, custom-made school uniform. "Are you from the West Ridge Base? Did my father send you?" "West Ridge Base?" Cyrus frowned slightly. "What place is that?" It was the first time he had heard the name. Christopher glanced at their gear and assumed they were armed personnel from a shelter organization. He clasped his hands behind his back and offered a faint smile. "My name is Christopher. My father is Anthony Wright, director of CZ Holdings in Volaris City. You should be familia

Chris feigned a chuckle as he tried to coax his treasures. “Son…..” Daniel called out feeling irreconcilable. That was his son, why was he sitting in the wrong camp? “Sir, you called out wrongly. I am Christian Walter, first born of Christopher Walter and Emile Burke.” Chris Jnr's words and expression were filled with righteous conviction as he spoke staring to Chris's eyes; he then turned to face Daniel with ridicule written all over his face “Or is it this uncle’s habit to steal other people’s person and property and shamelessly claim ownership?”

Mathias asked, surprised. Candice had just retrieved her scroll back when Thaddeus suspiciously asked, "This powerful ally, what is his name?" She let a broad smile spread her lips as she clutched the scroll firmly to her chest. "My elders, you know who he is. He is our Lord and Alpha, King Wayne. Son of Warren Wyatt, leader of the pack of the grey wolves. Protector of the plane Weode and all its hinterlands." "Welcome to a new era. You have pledged your allegiance to him and to the new world he will create."