Dustin From Stranger Things Novels & Stories

“I know how difficult it is to locate packs or anything about them as secretive as we need to be, but I've got a lead. See if you can find a Anton out of Portland, Oregon. I want to know everything about him and his pack.” “Yes, sir, will do.” Intent on learning what Doc needed to speak to him about, Dustin headed to the lounge where three of his cousins were talking to the doctor. As soon as his cousins spied him, everyone stopped speaking. “Every time I walk into a room it gets awfully damned quiet. Someone planning a hostile takeover?” Dustin only half-joked. If enough of his members got fed up with his leadership, one of the bolder males might just feel the need to end his role.

Maybe I lost their trail when I came into the Pack's forest. The door opened with a gentle bang and Dustin stood tall and strong by the doorway. Today he was dressed a little bit loosely. He was always meticulous with his appearance. Dressing more formal than casual, or sometimes in guards uniform, but this morning he is wearing a black sleeveless T-shirt, ripped faded blue jeans, and a black sneakers. He had his brown hair down, which he normally wore in ponytail. He was looking even more handsome in his relaxed state. “Come,” he gestured at me, turning his face to the door. My heart sank into my stomach. I immediately felt sick. Was now the moment. My fear transmitted itself to the outside

“I'm not trying to label you a suspect or accuse you of anything okay I'm not even trying to say I don't have any ulterior motive here, all I'm trying to say is I have things in my head that I would love to keep to myself especially right now should please understand me I mean no harm.” Dustin stretched his fort, his hands into his back and brought out the pack's of fruit. He had two pineapples sliced . He had a hamburger and he had juice too, which was one of her favorites.” “Come on, go digg in immediately. I smiled as I took the food flex from him and he admits it oppressively while he watched me eat the meal ********** Justin's POV

My back ached from hunching over all morning, but it was a good ache, the kind that came from honest work, not from being crushed in the backseat of a car while my so-called parents drove me to my torture. "Astrid!" I turned to find Dustin walking toward me, his silver hair gleaming in the afternoon light. The Silverpine Alpha had aged gracefully in the years since I'd returned, but worry lines had deepened around his eyes and most of them because of me. "Alpha Dustin," I greeted him warmly. "How many times must I tell you? It's just Dustin, or better yet, Dad," he said, pulling me into a gentle hug. "When will my favorite healer give herself a break? The patients will survive without you fo

“So… it's a full house today.” Then he leans toward me, voice low. “Who’s that guy over there that looks like his whole life just collapsed, after his dog got ran over?” I follow his gaze. Dustin. “…Oh, him, he's a potential baby father, Dustin Smith,” I say simply. Chris blinks. “Damn.” “And the other one’s inside,” I add. “His nane is Hunter.” He exhales. “Yeah… okay. This is a lot.” “Welcome to the circus.”