Romans & histoires Dylan Is In Trouble

"This should be good." Dylan's jaw clenched, his fingers clenching around the strap of his rucksack as he struggled to remain calm. "Look, I know you're not thrilled about being paired with Lila," he remarked, his voice tight. "But we all have to work together on this, so we might as well get it over with." Caleb scoffed, crossing his arms across his chest and leaning back against the lockers. "Whatever, man." Just tell me when and where, and I will be there."

He tossed it onto a coffee table as he stood and came nearer Logan’s bedside. “You’re often an idiot, but this really takes the cake,” Dylan said, his voice low with disapproval and, even if he was trying to hide it, worry. They’d been friends long enough for Logan to know that tone. He didn’t hear it all that often, only when he really fucked up bad. Dylan was often knee-deep into trouble at Logan’s side. This time, however, Logan was there on his own. “That guy could have killed you,” Dylan said.

"There is still nothing on the were-web. The only news is about Alpha Richard's upcoming fight with Thomas." "Maybe they have forgotten about us," I try to should cheerful but Dylan just gives me an exasperated expression. "I have known Thomas since we were kids. He doesn't give up on anything," Dylan tells me. "But there has to be another solution," I whine. "We can't stay on the run forever. I don't want to live as a rogue." Dylan ignores my pleas and continues to flick through the spotting internet on his cheap phone. I patiently wait for him to respond but he seems content to sit in silence rather than answer me.

Another new life, here I come. Was I happy? No, not one bit. Dylan's POV "Fuck!" I slammed my phone on the floor after Anna actually deleted my number! What has gotten in to her?! "Dylan, Dylan. Where is she?" Diana shook my arm desperately. "Don't worry, I'll deal with it. I'll deal with it." I embraced her to my arms. She sobbed. I have to find her. I have to. I have to... Or else... Diana's POV

Yes, I am. “Taking you out,” Dylan says, and I shake my head, eating one more piece of the fish. I am not in the mood to go out. All Dylan does is think about pussy and alcohol. It’s like he is a teenager. I honestly don’t know how Savanna allows him to behave like this. “I am not going out,” I say, and Jude nods in agreement. Dylan takes a deep breath and looks between the two of us. “For fuck sake, you two are miserable bastards, you,” he says, pointing at Jude “you need to get laid,” interrupting him. I shake my head.

"The Morettis have been poisoning this city for decades. Someone has to stand up to them." "And that someone has to be you?" Sofia stopped pacing, fixing Elena with a determined stare. "Yes. It does." Elena held her gaze for a long moment before sighing in defeat. "Just... be careful, okay? I'd hate to have to patch you up in the ER." Sofia's expression softened. "I always am. Now, don't you have lives to save or something?" Elena stood, smoothing down her coat. "Yeah, yeah. Some of us have real jobs, you know." She paused at the door. "Promise me you'll at least try to get some sleep tonight?"

"I don't know how to help you without breaking the law or being an accomplice." "Yeah.. I understand it's a lot. I asked Debby to talk to her brother. I don't know if she did but the last time Ryan called he told me that I had a pretty sexy red head. I just knew, I had to leave and stay away from Leona. You know he is still in that scorpion gang, he has a lot of access from jail. I'm hopeless."

Frank clicked his tongue, "Why resort to personal attacks? I'm just curious about your position in Eranthe's place." Colin wasn't in the mood for idle chatter, "What's up?" Frank sighed, "I called your assistant, and he said you didn't go to socialize. I guessed you went to see Eranthe. I called to tell you something—Dylan, that kid, is probably going to be sentenced, he's in big trouble." Colin had heard something about this incident, and coincidentally, Eranthe came out of the bathroom, hearing a nonchalant voice echoing in the room.

Dawn broke with a red sky. Dylan stood in the tribunal square, cape discarded, armor unpolished. No ceremonial robes. Just truth and blood on his hands. The pack gathered in confusion. Word had spread like wildfire. Fiona stood nearby, wrapped in a shawl, pale but smiling faintly. “Dylan, what’s going on? You look—” “Silence.” His voice cracked across the stones. The crowd hushed. He turned to the elders. “A grave lie has been buried beneath this pack. And so was its only true Luna.”

Lucas stood in the hallway. Arms crossed. Jaw tight. Eyes narrowed in a way that made my stomach drop. Dylan leaned in, his voice barely above a breath. “I smell trouble.” “It’s fine,” I whispered back, though my heart was already pounding hard enough to rattle my ribs. “I’ve got this.” He didn’t look convinced, but he nodded anyway. As he passed Lucas, he gave a brief, neutral nod—nothing confrontational, nothing apologetic. Lucas didn’t return it.