Derek Frost Novels & Stories

He never uttered a word, but I knew within himself, he fumed and boiled, and must have spat a thousand words in a brief second. "You'll work the dawn shifts with Thane..." Frost said to him. Derek's attention suddenly snapped. His head shot upwards, his eyes bulged, and his lips parted open. It was as though he wanted to utter a word, but it was caught in his throat. "But..." "There are no buts..." Frost snapped, cutting the words off his mouth. "You never knew his name before you lunged at him, right? Now you do. Who knows, you two could become best friends" Frost uttered the last words with a wide but mocking smile.

I carefully scooped up a bit of clean frosting and tasted it—a rare treat I hadn't had in years. A loud knock snapped me out of my thoughts. I opened the door and saw Derek standing outside.

A name, a group and a secret. I curled the photo into my fist and stood up. That’s when I heard the knock. I froze with my heart dropped into my stomach. Another knock. Not frantic. Not loud. Just there. I crept down the stairs and opened the front door a crack. Derek stood on the porch. Wearing black, soaked from the rain I didn’t realize had started falling. His hair was wet and his eyes— They weren’t gold anymore. They were empty. He remained silent while I widened the door. He was merely gazing at me as if I were a forgotten and buried object that had now crawled back up.

"Do you want more recognition as the bad egg in the Velmora Ice hockey team? I can make you their leader in the blink of an eye. Just say the word." "You're just being a massive asshole, man," I chided. I had no nice words to say to him. I wished we could witness a brave person who would slaughter him without being scared of what would happen to him right after that. "If I'm being a massive asshole, why did you choose to see me?" Derek carried on. "Jokes aside, it's nice to replace you. I'm being serious. I didn't know power was as interesting as this until I arrived here today, and everyone nearly volunteered to lick my feet. Even Aiden volunteered to work with me."

If she chose not to divulge certain things to him, she must have her own reasons for doing so. Cassian continued, "Dr. Frost's father is Gareth Frost, who used to be the commander of a southwest military unit. He was even the youngest general in the military. A man like him was supposed to have a bright future with endless possibilities. Unfortunately, fate pulled a deadly prank on him by arranging for him to die in a fatal accident three years ago."

Harley’s P.O.V. Derek slumped down in front of the fireplace the moment I locked the door, his back hitting the carpet with a soft thud. The flames flickered, casting an orange light across his face as he exhaled shakily. He pulled off his gloves, rubbing his palms together, and stretched them before the fire. “Damn!” He muttered, a tired grin flickering across his lips. “The weather is so cold in Grafburg. This city is like a freezer.”

Father and son took seats at a table to my left. My heart was still doing a weird painful flip-flop over Jacob when the door opened again. This time, it was Derek. My mouth went dry. He looked… hollow. Thinner and weaker with his usual swagger completely gone. But he was clean and dressed neatly. And right behind him with a smirk that made my blood run cold was Gerald Stormclaw. The bastard! He looked right at me and his smirk widened like he’d just won a prize. Derek’s eyes found mine. They were pleading, full of something I didn’t want to understand as he started moving toward the empty chair next to me.

The sheer, physical gravity of his presence was overwhelming, a golden, suffocating weight that made Rose crawl into the very furthest, darkest corner of my mind, going completely silent. He looked down at me for a long, silent moment, his expression unreadable. Then, his gaze drifted slightly to the left, landing on Rohan’s pale, blood-stained form lying unconscious in the ditch. "He looks small like this, doesn't he?" Derek murmured, his voice entirely devoid of mockery—which somehow made it colder. "The great Commander of the Northern Guard. The man who tore down three packs to build a sanctuary. Now, he’s just a dying wolf in a ditch."

Five years after my parents' divorce, I met my mother at school. She had just finished a parent-teacher meeting for her stepdaughter, who was the top student in the grade, and was beaming with joy. The moment she saw me, her expression darkened. "Do you always come to school dressed like this? This is how your father is raising you?" She handed me a business card and said in a condescending tone, "Take this. Tell your father that I'll enroll you in the international program right away if he's willing to admit his mistake. It's better than staying in the regular program and struggling." I did not take it and took a few steps back. "No thanks, Ms. Stroll." She frowned, her eyes filled with

"Cora, you are the chief healer of the whole Silver Fang Healing Center! Is there really any single thing your own claws cannot handle inside this den? And even if your paws couldn't fix it, there is still my own smart brain here as your senior! What exactly is this packless guy supposed to offer our family, coming inside our sacred pack keep and showing off to our faces?" "What is all this loud, annoying commotion inside my council hall?" Peter Hale demands angrily, his tall frame coming out from the back room. His sharp eyes land right on Derek's jacket, and a big smirk crosses his lips. "Well, aren't you that same young male from the Argent Silvermoon Pack tower the other day? Did your st