Novel & Cerita Cullen Rutherford

The man's eyes looked straight ahead, very sharp. "Sit down," Adam said. Meanwhile, Janette went upstairs, out of sight. "I have something to ask you," Alpha Darren said, getting straight to the point. "What's the problem this time?" "Uncle Karrel, where is he now?" Adam's response couldn't be described as normal because his pupils dilated and whether he realized it or not he tapped his foot on the floor. "Why are you suddenly discussing someone who's gone?" "Is he really dead or is it just your assumption?"

He was intoxicated. "That’s my Cali baby," he whispered to the screen, his possessive energy filling the empty room. "Rule them all." The gunshot in the cellar didn’t just ring out; it stayed there, trapped between the damp stone walls and the heavy, sulfurous scent of spent gunpowder. The Caputo envoy, a man who had spent his life in the service of ghosts, stared at the smoking hole between his boots with a terror that finally matched Cali’s ruthless gaze.

"I heard she's a rogue now, just scraping by messing with some plants and herbs." Footsteps approached. I looked up. Cullen was standing right in front of me. His eyes were a storm of emotions—anger, confusion, and something else I couldn't read. "Juliet." His voice was a low growl. "Still wasting your time with these useless weeds?" I snapped my folder shut. "Saving lives is never pointless." "Saves lives?" Cullen scoffed. "What can you save with your little bottles and jars? Without a pack's protection, you're nothing."