Novel & Cerita Deltarune #paper Trail

I wonder if Zayne knows this room exists. When we’re in in the cold, damp, cave Delfino unlocks the restraints on us. “We are sorry about your friend,” “Why did you leave them?” Arthur barks. Delfino keeps his calm and pulls out a scroll secured with a red ribbon, “There was nothing we could do that wouldn’t give ourselves away. We thought your friend would be able to defend himself. We went to make sure your parents were unharmed and to write this up,” Delfino holds the scroll between his bony fingers and Arthur snatches it out from his hand.

He said, handing Alpha Maxwell a document called Operation Delta. Operation Delta Subject: Iris Delta AKA: Runt of the Delta Line Possibly the Heiress of the Blackthorne Line being raised by the Delta family, and being raised by Marla and Clyde Delta, Clyde Delta is Alpha Maxwell’s Delta of his Alpha unit, their son Jon Delta is heir to the Delta line and should become the Delta in the Quad’s Alpha Unit.

Every command, every hesitation, every subtle glance was a piece of the puzzle I intended to unravel. From my pocket, I fingered the folded notes, coded messages intended to reach Delph. The tunnels beneath Bloodstone were labyrinthine and treacherous, but I had secured a route. I would send the letters, trusting in the bond that had once carried the Alpha across a broken pack. I could not afford mistakes.

Yes, there is one other thing,’ Elmo said picking his mug up again, ‘Cordelia did say that the rune looked like a trident. ‘A trident?’ Patience reached for the serviette and turned it around for a better look. ‘Yes, it does, doesn’t it?’ ‘Pretty smart lady, our Cordelia,’ Elmo said before attacking a marshmallow. ‘I didn’t find much in the wads of paper,’ Lucas said flatly. He pulled the dried sheets from the pocket of his jacket, and tried to flatten them out on the table. Their edges remained stubbornly corrugated. ‘The writing is a total wipe out,’ he muttered.

ALEJANDRO I entered the building and followed my nose until I found Darien and Dustin, one of my two Delta’s in one of the tech rooms. Having two Deltas really fucking helped, knowing that there were more commanders to take control when needed. "Alpha." Dustin said, lowering his head as Darien looked up from the computer he was working at. "Right on time Al, I think we found something." He remarked seriously. I cocked my brow. "Already?"

Before I could finish my sentence, my phone buzzed and then Della’s phone buzzed. “Who would be texting me right now?” Della asked. She glanced at her phone and snorted. “What’s wrong?” I asked. “It’s going to ruin your morning, but fine, see for yourself,” Della replied as she handed me her phone. On the screen was a link to a video. The caption read: Shadowclaw Pack’s Luna Publicly Apologizes for Slander. Without a word, I tapped the link.

The way their fingers moved over the old scars on each other's arms proved this pipeline had been open since the days my father ran the city. "Again... give me everything before the car starts..." Della whispered, her fingers clawing at the back of his leather jacket as her head fell back against the books. I closed my eyes, pressing the heels of my palms against my ears until the hum of my own blood drowned out the wet, frantic sounds of the table.

“It has your name on it.” Drake took it. The moment his fingers brushed the paper, his expression turned glacier-cold, his dark eyes narrowing into slits. “From the blood stain on the seal, I’m guessing it’s from Blood Pact,” Marcus muttered, a muscle twitching in his cheek. “I see that.” Drake’s voice was dangerously calm. He tore the envelope open and pulled out a single sheet of parchment. The letters were crude, jagged, and painted in a dark, rusting red blood.

Danica replied, Rune turned and walked towards them, she folded her hands, Danica turned her back to Rune who snapped and the it unzipped itself, under the scary looking tattoo, there was it, the complex tattoo of a Kastor, it can’t be faked, Rune snapped again and the zipper closed up. “So if I betray Alpha Kaiden, I will have the scroll?” Danica nodded “I swear by the oath.” “Hmmm.” Rune hummed as she stretched out her hand, Danica’s joy knew no bound as she also stretched her hand to take Rune’s in an handshake, a gesture to seal their deal.

Every second feels borrowed. “Go ahead,” the agent says. I slide the bag closer and break the seal. The paper slides out smooth and confident, like it was never afraid of being found. The ink is dark. Precise. Each letter carved, not written. Selene Hart doesn’t rush. My jaw locks before I even read the words. Rylan stands behind me, leaning against the wall. I feel him tense without looking back. “That look,” he says quietly, “means trouble.” “It means war,” I answered. Then I unfold the paper. No greeting. No threat. Just numbers. Coordinates.