Elwood Curtis Novels & Stories

I've always hated it. I just rolled my eyes which earned a laugh from everyone. "Your brother here tells me that you both have money that you've saved over the years and are willing to give it to me to pay off Austin Dechart." "Pretty much. Oh and your brothers here have also agreed to give us some money to help. But we're $15,000 short." "Hey we have names you know." Uncle James says. I ignore his comment as I finally sneak a piece of bacon off the plate and eat it.

We should get Alpha Elias, before he goes into hiding. “Or we just call him to come here. Going to him, he might have plans to overpower us.” We all agree with Oliver. So he call Alpha Elias. He shows up within an hour. He came into my office, I made it look like we need news on the invasion matter. Jayden serves him a cup of coffe. After few minutes, he’s passed out. “What did you do?” I ask Jayden, knowing he did something. “I’ve always wanted to try this new powdery stuff I got from your mom. It’s like a truth serum. He will be fine.”

My throat closed with tears “Please don’t leave us.” His gaze flickered to Axel and Zarek. “Take care of her.” “You don’t have to tell me that old man” Curtis smiled faintly, then coughed, his body shuddering as he went still. A sob tore from my chest as I collapsed against him, my hands curling my fist into his blood-soaked shirt. Curtis was gone. And Varda had won.

Robbie sounds completely dumbfounded and I'd bet my last dollar that most of the men that are in this room feel the same including myself. "You really believe that you are doing good, don't you?" I ask. I need to hear him answer me. I need to hear the words. "Of course." He nods. "We are just doing the goddess's work. We are just helping those that need it." How has he kept up such a good act all of this time? He has been the doc at this pack for decades and yet, always kept up his act. How have I never noticed how fucked up in the head he truly is? How hasn't anyone noticed?

Their silence seemed like an act of cowardice to me. "Mendez?" I called, my expression quizzical with one eyebrow arched. My attention shifted to the oldest among the group, a man who appeared to be over a hundred years old, with gray patches in his hair. "Alpha Hawthorne," he responded, and I waited with anticipation, hoping for a satisfactory explanation of what I had just heard.

She never came out of her room yesterday, not for food, not to catch up on her pack duties. Nothing. When I tried to get into the room and talk to her she wouldn’t say anything, just kept the door locked and the tv up really loud. Don’t get me wrong, I have a key to the door. But the goal is for her to want to talk to me again, and barging into the room where I'm not wanting just might not be the answer. She let Creed in the room long enough to give her food and restock her snacks in the mini fridge. He said she looked awful, her hair is a mess and there’s trash all over the room. It’s been days since she’s left the room and everytime he goes in there to give her food he said it smells like