Fenris X Hawke Novels & Stories

he inquired, his voice betraying a genuine concern for the well-being of his acquaintance. "I'm fine, Lukas," Fenrisa claimed with a sigh, attempting to brush off the matter as trivial. However, Lukas, perceptive as ever, could discern the falsehood in her words. Unfazed, he persisted, "Come on, I know when you're lying. Just tell me, aren't we friends?" His words carried a weight of camaraderie, an assertion of the connection he believed they shared. Turning to face him, Fenrisa noted the sly grin that adorned Lukas's face, prompting a small, reluctant chuckle from her. "We are friends," she conceded, acknowledging the bond that had formed between them.

He assured her. Hunter roared the engine to life as Draken's men cleared the road—Draken's car along with three Fortuners were right behind Hunter's car. They reached the North Pack safely. Aurora was sick and it was related to her being a hybrid. She often goes through this pain but this time it wasn't that severe thanks to her wolf. Hunter stayed there with Aurora for a while but he couldn't bring his mind to rest. "You should get yourself treated," Draken said, noticing blood on Hunter's back. Hunter shook his head. Getting himself treated was the last thing on his mind.

To hear his voice now, broadcast across a world he had no right to claim, felt like the ultimate cosmic joke. "He's alive," Silas whispered, his voice dangerously low. His shadows were bristling, the violet ink of his power stained with the dark, jagged edges of his own jealousy and protective rage. "I felt him die in the simulation, Elara. I saw the Architect delete his sector." "The Architects deleted the *version* of him they owned," I said, looking at the glowing red wolf symbol in the sky. "But Fenris wasn't just a program. He was a shifter from the Real World. If he survived the accident twenty years ago..."

Suddenly, I’m aware that if Xavier walks in right now, this stops being emotional. It becomes war. “Kendrick.” Xavier’s voice cuts through the room like a blade. He’s standing in the doorway, shoulders rigid, eyes locked not on his brother— But on me. His gaze drops briefly to my mouth. Then to my wrist. The red marks on my wrist were very obvious. I moved instantly creating space between Kendrick and me as soon as I saw the direction of his gaze. Something in his expression changes. Dangerously. “What is this?” Xavier asks, his voice low.

The Prince only have the two most trusting men beside him, they could die for him and swore their whole faith to the empire. "Right, welcome everyone, I'm Roman Hers and my colleague Ashton Welsh should be here but I think he's running late." He chuckled to light up the tension, he was hot not handsome like Rhyker and Ashton but not my style. I think he will suit Faine's style pretty much. Blond gold hair, grey piercing eyes, his nose crooked making it look like a fighter.

She went on a long rant, her gaze cutting to her father over and over again but he looked ahead calmly. Hawke was meticulous in covering his tracks. No one ever suspected him of treason as he never acted suspiciously. Never had there been a time when he or his pack were cast in a poor light because there was never any evidence to implicate them. This must be the first for him. For the nth time, I laughed inside me. Scarlett continued to rant but I zoned her out. For the first time, I felt I could fight back against Hawke. I did not need to wait to react to his next move, rather, I could just attack him like he had been attacking my mate and I.

The tension in the pack house was suffocating. Wolves murmured among themselves, their anxiety palpable. Despite the chaos swirling around me, my focus was singular: Jake. He was out there somewhere, fighting to protect our pack, and I would do whatever it took to bring him home. I stood in the center of the war room with Chris, Selena, and Fatima. The weapons table was now a centerpiece of action: crossbows loaded with silver-tipped arrows, daggers forged from enchanted iron, and heavy axes were laid out for selection.

And at her sides stood her mates—Rick with his newly awakened wolf lending him a predatory grace he was still adjusting to, and Nathaniel, whose presence was both familiar and strange after ten years of absence. Victor Fenris emerged from the lead vehicle, a tall man with silver-streaked hair and cold eyes that assessed the gathered Blackwoods with barely concealed hatred. Behind him, his pack members spread out in a practiced formation—hunters preparing to corner prey. "Marcus," Victor called, his voice carrying across the clearing with unnatural clarity. "I see the prodigal daughter has returned. How touching." "Victor," Marcus acknowledged coldly. "Trespassing on Blackwood territory is st

she whispered. A low growl answered her question, coming from ahead. The growl grew louder, followed by the sound of claws scraping against stone. Olivia’s breath hitched as a pair of glowing eyes appeared in the darkness. “It seems they’ve planned for more than just men,” Victor whispered, with a smirk on his lips. The creature stepped into the light; a massive wolfhound with black fur and bared fangs, its eyes fixed on them. Olivia’s fingers tightened around her gun as fear passed through her.

Burney had never made it past a smattering of fluff. "Where's your car?" he asked as soon as he was satisfied I wasn't a Taken. "Gone. We were attacked a few miles back. The others are dead." "Anyone taken?" I shook my head. "All dead." "Do you have any weapons on you?" "No." He ran his curious eyes over me again and nodded. He picked up his his hand held radio. "Hawkeye Bravo, this is Alpha One." "Alpha One, Hawkeye Bravo receiving. Go Ahead."