Novel & Cerita Cursed Thomas Wheeler

Ethan replied impatiently, "Should we have left Mandy and the kid stranded in the middle of nowhere? Besides, we arranged for someone to pick up Heidi. It was just for a short while, so what's the problem?" "Arranged for someone? Just for a short while?" I stood up abruptly, swatting away his hand, my eyes blazing red. "Ethan, do you know that because of your damn 'short while', Heidi, she..." My voice choked, unable to continue the horrifying truth. Ethan frowned impatiently. "What are you trying to say?" "Heidi, she..." I took a deep breath, trembling as I spoke, "She was killed by wolves!" As I said those words, I felt every part of me crumbling, my body ice-cold, and everything went dark

Jamal asked shakily. "Sit down back and stay silent till he finishes" Abu ordered. Jamal slowly sank back into his seat while Forbes continued. "He was cursed by Naja a winter witch because of his mother and my wrongdoings to the witch, he was cursed to be emotionless" Forbes paused, trying not to break down before the council. "We searched endlessly for a cure but could not find one until now, unfortunately the cure happened to be A Sheba, the witch's daughter"

“Alpha. What is your judgment on this?” He took a long breath, I could see the hesitancy on his face. Then he turned to me. And looked me in the eyes. Cold. Distant. As if the night before had never happened. “By the decree of the Elders… Silver Colt, you are hereby banished from the werewolf world and I also reject the bond or anything we ever shared.”

My homeroom teacher scoffed coldly and turned her head away. “All valedictorians deserve to die!” I sighed. “Ms. Spector, since you refuse to speak, I’ll speak for you. “You killed them because, fifteen years ago, someone stole your title as the valedictorian.” Ms. Spector turned to look at me in surprise and gestured for me to continue. I calmly recounted all the events that had been buried for fifteen years. Ms. Spector had come from a rural area. Fifteen years ago, just as she was about to take the SATs, her younger brother was diagnosed with leukemia and urgently needed money for surgery.

Thomas rested his head on my lap while Apollo held his feet. The drive to the hospital went fast, when we arrived Kayler's doctor was already waiting for us on a stretcher, they laid Thomas down there and took him away from the ER. He is a werewolf. I know he will be fine. Apollo, Kayler, Carolina and I were sitting on benches in the hospital. Carolina squeezed my leg, giving me a hint of her support. Hours passed and no news from Thomas. All in silence, until half an hour later we saw the doctor come out of the room where he had been taken. I quickly made my way to him.

"But you need to know—things changed while you were gone. The Council isn’t playing anymore. This is a full attack. And we’re barely holding on." "Who did we lose?" I asked, dreading the answer. Her face showed grief. "Davey, obviously. You knew him. Also Finn, Marcus’s brother, Elena. And Thomas.” Everything around me went blurry "Thomas is dead?" She nodded. "He died protecting the children. Took three Council wolves with him." Tears stung my eyes. Old Thomas—the kind man who had welcomed me, who had believed in mebwas gone. "I'm sorry," I whispered.

The owner of the car had stumbled upon Thomas on the sidewalk, holding the ripped-out car stereo in his hands. Thomas hadn’t tried to deny his crime. He’d openly confessed and, with as much charm as his self-taught English could muster, suggested he’d done the man a favor. “I think a different brand of stereo might suit you better.” Then, with a bowed head, he’d waited for him to call the police. Instead, Dalton Hunter had hired him on the spot. “Our Athens office could use a kid like you,” he’d said with a laugh. And Thomas had soon found himself the new messenger and office boy for the American CEO’s worldwide shipping corporation.

"It's me, Thomas. How did you find this number?" "I've been searching since you disappeared. Called in every favour, followed every lead. The pack... Elena, it's bad. Damien's led us to near bankruptcy. We might lose everything your father built." "Tell me everything." Thomas outlined the catastrophe. Failed investments, alienated allies, mounting debts. Damien's leadership had been a disaster, compounded by Sophia's expensive tastes and manipulations. "Some of us think he's been cursed," Thomas said. "Nothing goes right since... since that night."

"I saw him in my memory. He was there the night Silvercrest fell. Working for Marcus. The rescue, the torture, all of it was fake." "Where is he now?" "Healer's room. Recovering from his supposed injuries." We found Thomas lying in bed, bandages covering his torso. He looked up when we entered and something flickered in his eyes. Fear maybe. Or guilt. "Thomas," Damon said calmly. "We need to talk." "About what, Alpha?" "About Silvercrest. About the night you helped massacre an entire pack." Thomas tried to deny it but I stepped forward. "I saw your face. Younger but unmistakable. You were there following Marcus's orders, killing my people, burning my home."

"His name is Thomas White, he is the former owner of White and Co. He used to be a billionaire but he lost everything after his company collapse. The collapse did a number on him and even damaged his health. He moves by wheelchair and is in and out of hospital. He also lost the wife and I believe the pendant belongs to the wife or maybe he gifted the wife or something. The pendant is quite ancient and made of pure gold and the manufacturers discontinued it. The picture in the pendant is Thomas' late wife. They had a daughter but she disappeared after the company collapse and no one actually knows where she is now but I will definitely look into her. Something more interesting is that Michael