Deltarune #paper Trail Novels & Stories

“And?” “It’s a registered number,” Dan said. “Mac Hunter.” Alex’s eyes narrowed slightly. “That’s it?” “That’s it, boss,” Dan confirmed. “No address, no linked accounts, and no digital footprint that is worth anything. It’s like the name exists but the person doesn’t.” A cold silence settled on Alex’s end. “What about location?” he asked. “That’s where it gets weird,” Dan continued. “The number doesn’t stay active long enough to trace. No fixed signal and no pattern. It only pings a location when it’s being used and even then, it disappears before we can lock it down.”

CHAPTER THREE HUNTER’S POV Nightfall approached quicker than I had anticipated and from where I sat peeling a tangerine while watching crackles of the open fire I’d built outside the house; I couldn’t help but think about her rather beguiling yet strange and dangerous predicament. It was almost suicidal. My eyes involuntarily settled on her face across the fire. The flames caressed her face and once again, I found myself clawed with a certain hunger. Fuck! She was not mine and I knew better than to cross that damn alpha. She had her knees drawn up against her, hugging them while staring into the flames, a distant look in the green of her eyes. Maddison Brown was known among all the wolf pack

"They’re at home. In a valley with very big trees. Toby wanted me to give you something." ​Dante reached into his inner breast pocket. His large fingers passed over the cold metal of the silver data drive and pulled out the small piece of blue construction paper, folded into a crooked, uneven rectangle. He didn't stretch his arm out completely; he held it out on his palm, leaving the choice entirely to them. ​Julianna looked at the paper, then looked at Lucas. The boy nodded once—a silent, serious permission—and the little girl stepped forward, her clover-stained overalls rustling as she took the paper from Dante’s hand.

No attack. And tied to the shaft was a small scrap of white cloth. My heart hammered as I approached cautiously, yanking the arrow free and unwrapping the cloth with trembling fingers. A note, hastily scrawled in handwriting I recognized immediately. Beta Riven escaped the sleeping draft. Overheard planning to track the Alpha. Left the pack house on horseback six hours after your departure. Estimated arrival: tomorrow dawn. Proceed with caution. Destroy this message. —M The paper crumpled in my fist.

I had never heard him speak with such an edged tone. “It is difficult to say,” Delta said. Again he glanced at me briefly. “The trakcs we are able to find are always old and weathered down. But it is likely a lone actor. And if profiled down, werewolves do not commonly act on their own unless…bereft of their Packs.” Suddenly the Delta’s discomfort with my presence was making sense. This lone acting wolf could be Cyrus. “You were sent to confirm rumors of a smuggling route,” Beta Tyler said then, voice still sharp. “Not to further obscure the details of the rogue Graupelfyr.”

MIRABELLA’S POV My pupils dilated as my eyes scanned through the document in my hand. It was a proposal from one of the companies Roman and I were to work with. My gaze went back and forth to the company’s name; Delta-Grey. I couldn’t believe my eyes! Just when I had resolved to keep a fair distance away from Easton, it turned out to be this way. “Is everything alright?” Roman’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts, and I raised my head up to meet his gaze.

I knew I had to act quickly, before any traces of my presence were discovered. As I rifled through the papers in one of the drawers, my eyes caught a glimmer of hope. The dustbin. It was filled with torn and shredded pieces of paper. Curiosity took hold of me, and I couldn't resist the urge to investigate further. I carefully picked up the scraps, examining them one by one. It was evident that Danciana had been using these papers to practice Aurelia's handwriting. My heart raced with excitement. This could be the breakthrough I needed.

Chuckling, I turn to see four males emerging from a couple of bushes to my right and nod. “Yep, and Alpha Female. Guess I’ll be running a pack now.” I answer, leaning against the entrance behind me as the males give me a knowing look. “Damn man, the lap of luxury is yours after The Run ends. You got lucky. Anyways, have fun with the she-wolf.” The one to call out to me, a brunet wolf with a scar along his cheek, chuckles out. With a wave, the four leave, their hunt for a mate still ongoing. I sigh with relief and head inside, deciding to see if there is anything useful for Amelia and quickly spotting a back pack. She will have to go through it tomorrow. For now, we both need sleep if we want

It might have something to do with my newfound passion for investigation though, but no one needs to know that. “Why are we doing this again?” Delilah grumbles, folding up the large sheet of paper that holds the blueprint of the pack house. Yes, I have gone that deep. If she found it strange that I was asking, she didn’t say anything. She just left and returned with it minutes later. I just hope she didn’t tell her alpha. Dylan or her brother, I’ll be okay with because I can just find an excuse. There is no way Alpha Zade wouldn’t get suspicious.

Rizine told to him. Rizine is worried about Delta's safety. Since she knows that the Delta would be in great danger if Milan and Kilan found out that he tried to help her escape from them. Rizine is worried about the Delta because the Delta is the only way she can escape from them. And Delta did not even think twice about helping her when he knows her situation on their side. The Delta was willing to help Rizine so she can achieve a better life, away from Milan and Kilan.