Novel & Cerita Dani Fenton

I had asked for that and he gave it to me, which I noted, which went into the file I was keeping on him that I hadn't admitted to keeping, the things he did that were not what I expected, the places where the person didn't match the category I was trying to put him in. He told me about the pack called Fenton. Not called, led by. A man named Fenton who sat at the head of something that operated in the spaces between the packs' formal structures, who had been watching the Blackwood territory for two years with the specific attention of someone who had identified a pressure point and was waiting for the right moment to press it. "Why," I said. "Why the Blackwood pack."

A few moments later, she returned the card to him. "Thank you sir." she told. He nodded and walked past them to carry the potted plants to the car. "Let me help you sir." Fiona said as she tried to carry the plants too, he shook his head and waved her away. The two ladies stood and watched as Dante took the plants to his car. Fiona leaned in to whisper to Camilla. "Oh Darling, it's going to be hard not to fall for him." Camilla turned to scold her but Fiona had already disappeared. She rolled her eyes and went to meet Dante at the car and they drove off.

Don’t get me wrong, if I claimed Lenox is fucked in the head, that would be one of the nicest things I could say about him. But, with all his faults and excessive need to hurt someone, he’s not entirely a bad guy. Not good, but also not evil. Shoot, I’m so focused on my thoughts that I almost miss how Fenton and the guy, who apparently is named David, start bickering again. “You had one job, David. One. And yet, you bring me a dummy, claiming it’s the woman I’m looking for?” Fenton says and huffs theatrically. “I’m so disappointed, so darn disappointed in you.”

Allow me to introduce myself, I am Jenni March, I am 18 years old, daughter of Rick and Rose, The Alpha and Luna of Crystal Forrest, a community nestled next to a quiet town in Southern Tennessee. I have lived here all my life and it is the most beautiful and charming place. Between the hills, and the creeks and rivers, its pure bliss.

His eyebrows raised in question, “I'm Ashanti. Ashanti Dunbar, and you? “ His eyes watched my hands longer than I felt comfortable with, I was about to withdraw them when he covered them with his hands. His hands are big, my hand fits perfectly into his like it was made for this. I mentally scold myself for thinking such. Before I could wander further into my thoughts, his deep baritone voice came. “Roman. Roman Domino "

I answered because saying more would just make me angry again. “Understood. How would you like to handle the situation here?” David asked, his voice rising again. “I want Darien arrested for attempted assault of a camper. I won’t bat an eye if you rough him up for having the balls even to try to touch your next Luna,” I growled out my response. “Be my pleasure, sir,” he smiled.

“Terribly. I don’t understand him. I don’t understand what he wants, why he keeps hovering around me when he clearly doesn’t want me here.” Ethan sighed, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. “Damon’s complicated, Sienna. He’s been raised to lead with strength, not emotion. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t feel, it just means he doesn’t know how to handle it. He is trying. You have to give him the benefit of doubt, of trying to understand that he wants to calculate things in his own way too.” I frowned, plucking at the hem of my sleeve. “And that’s supposed to excuse everything? You can't really expect me to just give him the excuse to everything that he's done simply because he does not