Deltarune #paper Trail Novels & Stories

“That’s none of your business unless you’d like to drink it.” “Psycho,” I muttered. I wandered aimlessly. Rune’s shoulder bumped into me and set me falling into a tree. I gripped the rock and held it to my chest. “You’re so insecure about this Rune. You know you can’t win without sabotaging me.” “Shut up!” Her voice echoed. She steadied her breathing and kept marching. The end of the trail was insight. Rune ran the rest of the way to the top. “Rune!” A male voice said gleefully. “The first one here. Your wolf’s proving to be more agile.”

I didn’t say a word to her as I walked out and went to find the Delta. I hoped Rylan could fix it and restore the data inside the laptop before I lost all the information. My heart hammered in my chest as I considered the possibility of rejecting and banishing Catherine from false claims when there was still someone transferring money from our accounts. *** Delta Rylan opened the door almost before my fist touched it, surprise flashing across his face when he saw me holding the dripping laptop. “Alpha,” he said immediately, stepping aside with his head lowered in respect. “Please come in.”

“I don’t know who to trust. Cara’s seeing things. Delilah’s circling like a shark. And Tristan…” She swallowed hard. “...I don’t even know if he’s saving us or playing us.” She sat there for nearly an hour, watching the clouds pass like slow-moving ghosts. Only when she stood did she notice the folded paper wedged between the tree roots. Carefully, she pulled it free. It was a page torn from a children’s book. Her mother’s handwriting was scrawled across the back. “She will return to where her ashes were scattered, and from the silence, she will scream.”

Sitting here now, watching a page disappear in real time, she wasn't sure the explanation she'd built around Draven still held. She pulled up a blank document and typed, half a confession to herself, half evidence she needed to see laid out in one place. No digital footprint. Impossible speed. Knows things before anyone tells him. People call him Alpha like it's a title, not a nickname. She stared at the list for a long moment, feeling faintly ridiculous, and didn't delete it. Instead, she went back to an archived version of the page and found something the live database hadn't shown her. A scanned handwritten note was attached to the same property file. No signature. Just a few lines in an

Below me the estate roared on with its howling and firelight and its ancient, satisfied certainty that tomorrow would go exactly as arranged. None of them had the faintest idea how wrong they were. I was still standing with my back to the door, still willing my own heartbeat to slow, when I noticed the folded scrap of paper someone had slid beneath it while I'd been in the stairwell. My name was written across the front in a hand I didn't recognise the same slanted hand, I'd realise only later, as the note left in Cora's healing room. I unfolded it with fingers gone numb. Run the ravine trail tomorrow night and you will not make it past the ridge alive. Trust no one who claims to be helping

She didn’t need to. Elena POV The moment Ryan allowed me to follow him and Trevor, I knew something was wrong. Urgency clung to the air like a storm waiting to break. They didn’t speak as we walked through the training grounds, their silence more telling than any words. My legs moved on instinct, but my thoughts were spiraling—what now? We entered the war room, the doors closing behind us with a soft thud. I watched Trevor pace once before turning to face us. “Our scouts confirmed it,” he said. “The Shadow Blood pack who reached the White Snow pack… they were welcomed kindly.”

Darren asked worriedly, making me whip my head up in question. Rune let herself fall on her knees on the snow covered earth next to Pernwél. “Look.” She was pointing towards Pernwél’s back. “There is a marking on her back.” She traced her fingers gently through the three upright bars marring her coat, the tops of the outer two bars were leaning toward the top of the center bar. Three circles were placed above that peak. It looked very strange, not a normal fur discoloration. “It looks like a giant claw.” Darren chimed in.

He was quickly gone after that, and the father and son could only look at each other. Mr. Salacosa began driving again while Arthur inspected the envelope in his hand. It was pure white, neat and smooth, with a gold plain seal. Art opened it and carefully took out a golden paper. It was just like the envelope, thin, neat, and smooth. Art felt some bulges at the back of the paper so he flipped it around. Written on it were three golden words that were elegantly calligraphed with a black outline: Welcome to Delta.

“Through the mixing of the blood of the Alpha, Luna, Beta, Gamma, and Delta, we strengthen the Artemis Pack. We stand united. Drink, and seal this bond.” I drink deeply, feeling the strength and connection to my packmates intensify. Lucille turns toward the pack gathered before us, announcing proudly, “Pack Artemis, I give you Delta Charlotte Frontída!”

Progress? Before they left, Elias pressed a smaller package into my hands. Inside, a small metal disk burnished smooth and engraved with Emberbound sigils. The Circle crest on one side. One name on the other. Draven. Not Asset 23. Just Draven. I flipped it in my hand once, then placed it delicately in the drawer beside the hearth, next to the hollowed-out sigil box and hanging cape. Names mattered. But this one no longer felt like a weight.