Novel & Cerita Deltarune #paper Trail

DANTE After leaving Axel's office I headed for mine. I needed to tidy up a number of things before it was time for our meeting with Reign. I had branched Tyler's office to pick up some files for the winery Zephyr had just started in a neighbouring pack. I had to go through the staff listing and their profiles for verification before approving the HR personnel. "Hi Alpha," a feminine voice acknowledged my presence while I unlocked my door. "Oh Hi, Hermione." I opened my door and let myself in.

-IF YOU WANT TO SEE THEM, MEET ME AT THE LAKE OF VALIRA. COME ALONE OR THEY DIE- “Them?” I look incredulous at the note, what does it mean? “Lilly! Lilly! Where are you? Has anyone seen Lady Lilliane?” The desperate voice of Delta Dereck makes me look at the center of the field, he is approaching, drenched in blood. I just hope it is not his. “You made me worried, what happened?” It's not mine. He confirms through the mindlink. Ugh! You reek, man. Go take a shower first.

“Then open it.” I moved quickly to the desk. My hands trembled as I inserted the drive into the small laptop I had carried since my escape. As soon as the screen lit up, a password prompt appeared, but thankfully I knew the code. It was a riddle from years of training that only his apprentices would understand. I typed the answer in, and the files opened. Rows upon rows of documents filled the screen. Maps. Names. Timelines. Each folder was marked with the crest of Moonveil Pack.

Garrick muttered. Rhys raised his crossbow. "Trap." I stared at the small black shape in the snow. "I’ll get it." I opened the door just a crack and used a long carbon-fiber pole to drag the package inside. Rhys kept his aim trained on the outside the entire time. Back in the control room, I opened the waterproof bag. Inside it was a letter and a vacuum-sealed pack. The handwriting was Delilah's. "Declan, my dear ex, you’re harder to kill than a cockroach…"

The wax seal was intact, marked with a symbol Delon recognized immediately. Draven. Delon’s fingers paused as he took the letter. His eyes flicked briefly to the seal before he broke it open without hesitation. As he read, his expression shifted—slowly, deliberately—until a satisfied grin spread across his face. Phil noticed at once. “What is it?” Phil asked sharply. “And who sent it?” Delon folded the letter neatly and leaned back in his chair, still smiling. “It’s from Alpha.” Phil straightened. “Draven? And you look pleased?”

Jackson said, as he was literally drooling! I was actually extremely turned on too. I was happy, for once, that she had not sat on my lap, or she would have felt just how turned on i really was! I cleared my throat and addressed the room. "Okay, Rollings and Christian, I had been wanting to add a Delta to help with the pack business. We have grown and more and more people are asking for our help to train their warriors, since we are the most dangerous pack. It took Rae mentioning Heath for me to find the perfect Delta. He will assist the Beta in training warriors when I can not. The Delta a will also help protect the Luna along with her female beta and gamma! Paulette and Samantha if they ac

Then I gathered a small bag with a rope, a dagger, maps, and the notes I had kept from my father’s old correspondences. The nanny knocked softly at the door. “Luna Aurelia? The healer said you should rest.” “I will,” I said, my voice even. She lingered, suspicious, but finally walked away. Alone again, I looked at the notes, tracing the names and places the journal had revealed. Draco’s anchors. If they could be destroyed, his grip would weaken. But it would not be a task I could complete alone. Dalton, Lara, Xavier, names came to mind of those I could trust. They would stand with me.

"We cannot allow this to consume us. Our strength lies in unity, and we must not let the shadows of uncertainty divide us. Layla, you have endured much during these trying times, and I commend your resilience." Darius nodded, her determination undiminished. "I won't let these letters erode the trust we've built. We need to find the sender and put an end to this once and for all." In an attempt to trace the letters, they enlisted the help of a skilled tracker from a neighboring pack. The wolf, known for his exceptional ability to follow scents, examined the letters and set out on a trail that led deep into the surrounding woods. Days passed, and hope flickered as the tracker reported a dead e

“Oh, of course! Classic Illipio. Shows up, causes a dramatic scene, and then poofs away like a cryptic old wizard. I swear, if he had thumbs, he’d be flipping us off as he ran.” The scarred man crossed his arms. “We don’t have time for this. Laurie sent us to get you, and by the energy in the air.” “And who are you?” Serif asked. “Ren,” the man said. “I’m the Delta of Warfur Pack. Micah is my Alpha, and we need to move. Now.” Serif clapped his hands together. “Fantastic. That means we can finally get off this wretched beach. Alright, let’s go. Lead the way.” He cleared his throat, glancing expectantly at Ren.

But I felt it, and the feeling stayed with me. Eventually, needing to move, I sat at my desk and powered up my terminal. I logged into the summit’s internal database and started scanning for references to Red Fang. Most documents were either locked or redacted beyond recognition, but I kept going. There—tucked deep in an old mission report from over a decade ago—a single reference to Sector Delta. That name had shown up in the anonymous folder too. Sector Delta. I clicked the tag and found a crosslink to a logistics manifest. Location: Archive Sublevel 3. Access Level: Restricted.