Novel & Cerita Heather Wilkins

“She’s smart. She’s moving fast, avoiding anything predictable.” He leaned forward, eyes narrowing. “You’re supposed to be ahead of her. Not chasing her tail.” I gave him what he wanted. Just enough to keep him chasing ghosts. “I’ve got something,” I said. “A contact in Wichita flagged a girl matching her description. Bus station. Two days ago. Alone.” He raised an eyebrow. “Wichita? That’s a shift. Why there?” “She’s not going home. Not yet. KC’s too obvious. Wichita’s got enough traffic to disappear in. Cheap motels. No questions.”

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The little girl nodded her head and had her dinner happily. ^^^^^ Sheila's POV: Six years later........ "Take care, my beautiful." Harry whispered in my ear, wrapping his hand around my swollen stomach. I furrowed my brows and looked back at him through the mirror. "How did you find me beautiful? I look like an elephant!!" I couldn't hide my anxiety but asked. I'm getting more weight day by day, everyone would have forgotten the skinny Sheila even I don't remember my old frame.

"I think I may have found something that could help soothe your raging heart, dear sister." I'm no longer surprised by her words. Heather is the historian of our pack. She is an older woman. Her hair is half silver and half white, split right down the middle. She's over 100 years old, but look no more than 55. Her eyes are an icy blue, and her skin is pale. Her hair comes down straight and is hip- length. She is fairly slender. Heather has always felt odd. It may be due to her gift. She has the ability to peer into one's soul. Just one look at you, and she can tell your deepest, darkest thoughts and guide you away from that dark path. "Come with me."

JACK Gavin’s voice breaks through the speaker on my desk. “Conference room in five. Heather wants to go over damage control.” “I’m handling it.” “You sure? Because my mother already texted me three times and it’s not even nine.” Of course she did. Vivian Thatcher might not technically run VT Global anymore, but she’s got her fingers in every polished glass surface we own. And her best friend Heather—the CHRO—is her eyes and ears. Always watching. Always judging. Always waiting to yank the reins if things get too messy.

She had initially come to bring Mark some food but she had not been prepared to hear such news. How could that bitch still be alive? And from what she heard; she might have been saved by the legendary alpha Ashton. On the day of the summit, she had been looking forward to seeing the only alpha, at the mention of his name, her heart thumped wildly. But not only had he not shown up, but it was his beta who came to give his half-hearted apology. Lily never imagined that the reason alpha Ashton had not shown up at the meeting was that he was busy tending to the woman, she despised the most.

Wharton disappeared, Sister Kristen Healey never slept for five hours a day. It's hard to have a rest, and I just stare out the window in a daze, or I secretly cry myself. Do you know how she feels when she watches the news of Mr. Wharton and Xenos Winter all day? Even so, Sister Kristen Healey still thinks that everything is done by Xenos Winter, and never suspected that Mr. Wharton had a change of heart. '

But it took Tina these many years to realize that. "Don't you dare to call me by that name again" Tina thundered angrily. David jumped a little with fright. "What?" he whispered with surprise. "You heard me. It's Lady Tina for you" she said in a cold voice, which is enough to freeze him on the spot. "I, Tina Wimbledon, the current lady of the Magic Plane, punish David Brooks for the charges of kidnapping, assault, and treachery against the earth beings," Tina said loud and clear for everyone around them to hear.

“Stay away. All the catty witches will start fighting over them. Sit back and let the competition take themselves out. Those two will take any women mixed up with them down when they fall. They are trouble on two or four legs. Sexy trouble, but trouble.” Heather’s words annoyed Rose. Heather was always a little jealous. She was the daughter of the Rolling Meadows Pack Healer. Rose knew Heather didn’t believe she belonged. She believed her father’s position made her less than, but they didn’t care. So, Amber had to drag Heather to these events.

" Heather walked slowly toward Charlie and slapped him across the face. She didn't hold back against that scumbag. Then, she raised the paper in her hand and announced, "Willow Harper is my daughter. She's the rightful heiress of the Chapman family."