Novel & Cerita Garreth Weasley

I'm a little bit relieved he didn't get to see Vladimir, I really need to act fast before he does. "Yeah, maybe. But you need to be on the look out, you should not underestimate Hardie plus Vladimir might be funny sometimes." Gareth explained. "I'm not a kid, I know this already." I hissed. "Who is this? You know her?" Garreth said with no expression on his face as he flashed the screen of his phone to my face. I snatched the phone from his grip as realisation struck me. This is Hardie and no... its not her.

The door swung inward with a violent thud against the wall, and my heart slammed into my throat, choking off any scream before it could form. A figure loomed in the doorway—one of Taehyung's guards, a burly wolf named Garrick, whose face I'd seen twisted in leers during pack gatherings. His uniform was disheveled, shirt half-untucked, and the reek of cheap whiskey hit me like a wave, sour and overpowering, mingling with the metallic tang of sweat. His eyes, bloodshot and glazed, raked over me with a hunger that made my skin crawl. This wasn't the disciplined sentinel Taehyung demanded; this was a beast unleashed by the bottle.

Why was it that they were soundly defeated by Tyr? A drop of cold sweat rolled down Garth’s forehead as scenes from Olympia Arena began flashing in his mind. He knew of Tyr’s abilities, but never expected him to be so strong. After taking care of the fighters, Tyr turned his attention toward Garth and slowly approached him. Nobody stood between them this time. “I am Andraste Cheever’s grandson and the third-generation heir of the Cheever family. You can’t hurt me,” said Garth, panicking as he felt the murderous intent coming from Tyr.

Our future breeds will be born as Vaewolves, they will be a hybrid of mine and Garret’s blood. Ugh… what am I even thinking?! I swear sometimes I overthink way too much, and I have to thank my mom for that. I cannot let any of that happen so it is better to be safe. I walked into Joy's and today everything was very normal. Everyone was chatting, eating their food and enjoying their time. I spotted Garret who was behind the counter and I saw him looking at me with a smile. His smile was soft as if he didn’t just kill one of the humans working here, and threatened me to keep my mouth shut.

“Traffic on the bridge. Sorry, sir.” “At least she’z awake enough that I’ll get to meet her,” Garth said. His voice was a low, sour drawl, an eager and conceited tone like an overindulged teenaged boy. “Kade Sinclair’s secret weapon. The one that started all this trouble for us. The overambitious college girl. Let’s have a look.” He stepped toward her. She tried to squirm away, but the men to either side of her had very firm grips. Her feet backpedaled on the hard warehouse floor, pointlessly, as Garth stepped up to her. Too close.