Gage In Pet Sematary Novels & Stories

We watched TV for some time before we both got bored, we didn't feel like playing at the swings or the tree house outside. "Hey wanna see something cool?" Mathew asked "Yeah sure" I replied and we both walked out. We went to an outside barn, Ace told me this is a shooting range in our tour but I didn't give it much interest. Mathew walked in and went to a metal locker it had an electronic lock with a passcode. "You know the password?" I asked him and he just smirked. "Trust me baby I know everything" he said before typing the correct letters in. It opened to show a collection of guns all shape and sizes. And I thought ace gun was cool.

Emily stood outside the greenhouse, Garrett's dead body lying in the grass. "Sweet pea!" She called, opening the door. The Mandragora vines appeared, coiling around her arms lovingly. She was covered in Garrett's blood from trying to drag his heavy ass all the way through the yard. It had taken her some time to empty his pockets-he had been traveling with so many jars and vials stored in magic, room sized pockets inside of his coat. "I have a meal for you!"

**Serena’s POV** The cabin no longer felt like a refuge. It had become a fortress of fragile secrets, its wooden walls creaking under the weight of everything we now carried. The air hung heavy with the sharp scent of damp pine and the metallic edge of lingering adrenaline. I spread the stolen ledger across the scarred kitchen table, the lantern’s flickering light casting long shadows over the damning columns of numbers. Gale stood by the window, one hand resting near the hilt of his blade, his sharp eyes scanning the dark perimeter of the woods beyond. His posture was coiled, ready for anything.

The kid at the front desk put his hands up and pressed himself against the wall. Gabe didn't look at him. He moved into the locker room, tracked the rows of gray metal, and stopped at locker eighty-eight. "Cut it," Gabe said. An agent stepped up with bolt cutters. The lock hit the concrete. The agent pulled the door open. Gabe leaned in. Empty gym bag, open aluminum panel. "What's the call, sir?" Park asked. "Wallace took the backups," Gabe said. He straightened up. "Are we tracking his sedan?"

"I'm done being afraid of Marcus Calloway." The cemetery was a sprawling garden of the dead on the city's northern edge, old oaks and marble angels and winding gravel paths that crunched beneath the Maybach's tires. The gates were locked at sunset, but Devon's security team had already contacted the groundskeeper, and a man in a heavy coat and a bewildered expression was waiting to let us through.

The cemetery was terrifyingly quiet. When Uncle Zac stumbled up the hill, it was too late. The sunset was the color of blood, staining the entire graveyard red. Farrow was wearing his finest custom-made suit, leaning against my headstone. His eyes were closed, his expression peaceful, a hint of a relieved smile on his lips. As if he were just asleep. Only the ghastly bullet hole in his temple told the cruel truth. In his hand, he gripped a custom M1911. Engraved on the grip were two letters: G.S.

I snarl, cutting the link before he can utter another word. Malek Thorncrest steps into the Emberfang Study, his heavy wolf boots silent against the dark furs covering the stone floor. "Alpha Gali, my tracking units dug into the black-market contract that emasculated Gage last night." "Who bought the hit?" I command, my jaw clenching as my inner wolf stirs with dark curiosity. "The transaction was sealed through an encrypted dark-web node using untraceable rogue silver," Malek reveals, his head bowed slightly. "The buyer wanted him mutilated, not dead."

If our mate bond was working, I’d have her already. “Kade!” Gareth called. He paused and sniffed the grass. I followed him and noticed the bloody footprints. They had Gabbie’s scent. “Fuck,” I spat. Gareth and I followed the footsteps to the source. Eventually, the trees parted to reveal a tin-like warehouse. It was the size of a garden shed. My heartbeat pounded faster with each step. I shifted back into human form. Gareth did too. “Are you sure, Gabbie’s an omega?” Gareth asked.

The land seemed to hum with a low, malevolent energy, as if Katherine's death had stirred something ancient, something angry. Then Gabe appeared, his presence heavy with sorrow and despair. I could feel it all through our bond; his guilt, his shame, his regret. Despite knowing he never wanted to hurt me, I couldn't accept it. My one eye was proof enough of how dangerous letting him in could be. I was better off without him, and I needed to do this for myself.

“Be alert. We don’t know what to expect.” He smirked faintly. “When do we ever?” Soon, the SUV slowed to stop in front of a gate leading to the warehouse. We rolled through the gate, tires crunching against gravel. The sign on the side was half-broken, but I caught the writing… Estate 6. The driver finally killed the engine. Everyone got out in silence. I strapped my pistol to my belt, Leo loaded his own weapon beside me. “Let’s move,” I said, my voice low but firm.