Ghirahim X Link Novels & Stories

I watched Rhyker standing behind the counter and flipped the scrambled eggs with his pan, he was shirtless and wore a white apron with black joggers. He had one particular tattoo on the back of his neck, it's a drawing of a crown, the crown of Rosla. He whistled while making scrambled eggs. "Are you awake Hemilia? I'm sorry I wasn't in our bed, I wanted to make breakfast for you." He said not looking at me, I gawked at his strong and broad back that is able to give comforting hugs from him. "What's the special occasion?" I chuckled and walked toward him, he turned around and smiled.

This time, pissed at everything. In the distance, I see the ship Xander's on. I can already sense him there, quicker, because of the mind-link connection, and the one of the Werewolves, "there," he says with an unfazed tone, talking through the link and my eyes fixate on it.

Protect the pack at all costs. ‘Yes, Alpha!’ Limuel and Jack, seasoned warriors with unwavering loyalty, acknowledged the orders through the mind link. Their responses echoed back to Xander like a reassuring hum, a testament to the seamless coordination that had been forged through countless trials. The pack link became a conduit of shared purpose, knitting the warriors into a collective force against the looming threat.