Novel & Cerita Duncan Quagmire

I was surprised and confused at the same time that I began squirming, “Shhh. Nat, quiet. Look to your 10 o’clock without moving your head.” I did as he instructed and was surprised when I saw HIM. My blood boiled at the sight of him. Duncan. He was the one who betrayed us. The one who cost us our squad! The fact that he was here and walking like he doesn’t have a problem in the world was infuriating me. Unlike Skyr, Duncan has a darker shade of hair that was almost gray. And he doesn’t bother to hide it in this crowd as he casually ate some ice cream.

“You…bastard bitch. This is not the end—“ Duncan wasn’t able to finish his words before his eyes opened wide with pain, the light fading from his orbs until they became dull. His body collapsed to the floor—dead. Behind him, Maverick stood, and in his hands was Duncan’s bloody spine. “I’ve heard a lot of his annoying voice.” Pyra’s face blossomed as she rushed towards Maverick, hugging him. “Maverick, you’re okay.” She checked his body to see that he was fully healed. “You made me worried.” Maverick dropped Duncan’s spine, his hands slid down Pyra’s back, his grip firm yet tender as he pulled her closer. The heat radiating from their bodies mingled, a contrast to the cold, charred battlefiel

He looked like a Spirit wolf. The Gamma launched at him, but Damien successfully dodged. The Gamma attacked again, and Damien dodged. They were at it for a while with Damien dodging every attack. It was clear Alex didn't want to hurt him. Getting frustrated he turned to mist to attack, but Damien did something no spirit wolf had ever done before. He stood on his hind legs, grabbed the head of the mist and pinned it down. A golden light began to emit from him. The rest of the pack backed away, afraid of being touched by the light. The Gamma became whole again under Damien's paws, and Alex spoke in what seemed like a roar.

I suspected the traitor was one of the IT guys so I was keeping a strict eye on their movements. ‘Alpha, we found something,' David said through the mind-link and I immediately became alert. ‘Go on,' I said. ‘I found out about a man named Duncan. The white mist pack’s records say he’s deceased but his face has shown up on sites were rogue attacks have been reported to have occurred,' David reported and my heart beat a little faster. So the Duncan man was alive and there’s a possibility he’s the rogue king… ‘There’s more, Duncan had a cousin who no one knew about since he joined the white mist pack as an orphan,' David added and my stomach knotted when realization dawned upon me.

The thought of him standing over me with his red eyes boring holes in me made me involuntarily shiver. Duncan was also supposed to be intimidating, but the air around him was definitely different. He gave off more of a golden retriever vibe while Lucien's was a Doberman. “He simply wants you to be around during the blood rage, since the full moon is in the next few days and he's going to need assistance,” Duncan explained my purpose but still did a good job at explaining literally nothing as he punched in the code to the front door. How close were they exactly for Duncan to know the password to his door?

Duncan’s persistence gradually paid off, and he managed to get the name of one of Valentin’s most loyal henchmen. Determined to unravel the whereabouts of his enemy, Duncan did not hesitate to raid the henchman’s sheltered house, even though he knew he would face a hostile reception. The shots echoed in the confrontation, but Duncan demonstrated an indomitable courage, resisting the shots until finally the silence fell. He managed to capture the man, whose name was Sam, and now kept him under his control. Duncan stared at Sam with a stern expression.

One human and the other a member of my pack, I don’t remember their name, but I recognize their scent and face. “Sorry to wake you, Mister Logan,” the human greeted. “Morning, trooper. Something I can help you with?" I asked, falling into character “I’m Trooper Shadow, and this is Trooper Bryant. We received a report of an attack on a couple of campers not far from your cabin last night,” the human spoke up. Bryant. I looked at my pack member, and now I remembered him. David Bryant, he’s friends with Mikali and Kurt.

Jano sighed and explained when the Duchess had managed to escape from her golden prison, "we need a bit more time to repair that side of the barrier, after all, a phoenix fire is not common. Sigh… what a headache." From the moment Jano finished explaining, Rufus was dying of laughter at the desk. His usually gentle and polite face had cracked to reveal his personality's silly side. It never crossed his mind that someone would make that Duke so helpless one day. He was starting to like more and more that silver-haired woman. "This is so good, I must tell Callum when he comes back, that coward," he wiped his tears, "finally… sigh… someone with the courage to manage that stone-faced bastard."

He couldn't believe Laurel's nerve of asking Vanessa to come with them but on the other hand, he knew it was a strategy to make them reconcile. Darik was on his feet, ready to embrace Laurel. Vanessa couldn't help but think the duo were so different, yet perfect for each other. Laurel was a calm and loving Doctor while Darik could perfectly be described as a rookie CEO. But what matters was that he respects, adores and loves Laurel Matthews.

Chapter 23: A Favorable Wind The Quinn Residence, Backwoods, Temperance, South Dakota... Jarrett A. Quinn was a vastly peculiar man, and even the residents of Temperance, South Dakota thought him an oddity. His nature was that of a vulgar man with a heated temperament and low beady blue eyes that seemed to stare right through the soul of anyone full enough to look him straight in the eye but never reflected what was inside him when one hoped to look for a soul behind them. He spent the better part of any day he wasn't working, drunk off his arse and sitting in his lazy boy armchair with his trusty rottweiler dog Brutus beside him. Layla had not known much about her mother, but her father ha