Deltarune #paper Trail Novels & Stories

One had always been placed above the rest, while another had been pushed down, deliberately drowned. “Start,” I said at last. Russel opened the folder. The sound of paper sliding against paper was far too loud inside the cabin. “Final proof of Lyra’s betrayal,” he said evenly. “This isn’t an assumption, Alpha.” “Don’t call me Alpha,” I cut in sharply. “Not yet.” He gave a small nod. “Understood.” He handed me the first sheet. Travel records. Times. Locations. A name that kept appearing—the same man, showing up at hours when Lyra was supposed to be inside the mansion.

“What matters is the safety of our pack. If the Alpha of Crystal Lake is plotting against us, if they are using Alanza as a pawn, it is my duty to find the truth. You agree with that, Delta?” He took a step back, bowing his head in the way of a true subordinate. “I understand, Alpha. Forgive me for overstepping.” I dragged a deep breath into my lungs, fighting my own temper. “Your concern is noted, Delta. But I need your trust on this. I know what I’m doing.” He nodded, his look still empty. “Of course, Alpha. I’ll leave you to your work.” He turned and walked out, closing the heavy door with a soft click. I dropped back into my seat. My hand dragged across my face. The scout’s letter was on

Proof that Marie was their pawn, not my downfall. I would clear my name. I would burn Garrick. I would gut Roland. And if Marie was part of it if she had known then I would deal with her too. My phone buzzed on the desk. A message from Dante. Sir, the teams are still working. Mr. Steve says the offshore trail is real. They’re piecing it together. Will update you soon. Good. That was exactly what I needed. I texted back: Push them harder. We need results in 48 hours.

adds Laryn. We're flying low trying to avoid military's radar. We're sure random human phone calls are alerting the government to our presence but they will be scrambling to figure out if it's a hoax. Calls of three large dragons; one red, one blue, and one silver will give us some time. "We need to head back," shouts Tahr, "I have no mental connection with Pepper." I try to contact Acasia too and feel the lack of connection. We turn back. Somehow I know we're too late. Ten minutes out, that's all, and it's too long to change fate.

They were carrying strange weapons that weren't swords. Once inside the lights were blinding. I slowly opened my eyes to see my mate sitting on my father's throne. I felt my blood boil at the sight. He wasn't looking at me but I knew he felt my presence. The mate bond between Alpha and Luna is very strong. The people around were very curious some even excited to see me punished. I could see many familiar faces around me as well. Many were traitors to my father. I shouldn't hold it against them though. They did what they had to survive.

"Let's go!" "Vano, hurry!" "Be careful!" "Come inside immediately!" Devano was almost there, but then the circle broke apart. The high-pitched screams of girls echoed through the air. A genuine brownish-red wolf let out a roar. When the animal raised its two legs, the orange necklace dropped directly before Devano. The chain had the name 'The Delta' Laveena engraved on it. Devano stood rigid and still as if he had been hit by lightning, reading the inscription on the necklace. He was too scared to move or even glance up. He knew the eerie monster was directly above him. Devano wept silently.

The moment the first ray of sunlight peeked at the high skies, chasing the darkness away, deltas marched around the Crescent Pack’s central town – sniffing and growling. As the gammas, Crescent Pack’s healers, set up their small tents for free check-ups and consultation if there were injured wolves and visitors during the storm that lasted a day, the deltas rounded up every nook and cranny of the central town. Yet no smell of the wanted Diana Ritchell or a witch was ever found. After all, all lingering traces of what transpired at the back alley of the central town were all mistaken as the debris of the storm. The blood had long been washed out to the canals, never to be smelled again.

It contained new information—details about Alyra’s last movements before she encountered the rogues. Thane’s expression darkened. “Go on.” I explained what the notes revealed. “It seems that on the night she stumbled upon the rogue meeting, she went to see someone first. Someone she trusted... someone who isn’t her brothers.” Thane frowned. “Who?” I tapped a piece of parchment. The name Daniel... Kieran’s Delta was written boldly. The file contained basic information about him, that he had been the last person Alyra saw before the night everything went wrong.

The Alpha boys must be on top of the universe for winning the combat. "Nira." Someone called my name. It was the small Delta girl from combat class who claimed to have special powers. She couldn't have been older than fifteen. She held out a folded piece of paper. "For me?" She nodded. "No charge." "No charge?" "I was told to give it only to you." She left immediately, without waiting for my response. I unfolded the paper beneath the table. “The truth isn't hidden in the forest. It's buried beneath the school.”

I opened my mouth and a knock hit the door like a hammer. Bran didn’t wait to be called. He pushed in, eyes bright with triumph and fear. “Alpha,” he said, breath sharp. “Scouts just returned from the chapel path. We found black fur in the brush near the east slope.” He held up a folded scrap of cloth with a tuft pinched inside. “And it smells like cedar and rain.” My father didn’t look at him. He didn’t need to. He kept his eyes on mine and said, very softly, like he was laying down a law that would break us all, “Say his name, Rhea.”