Novel & Cerita Ice Age Buck Without Eye Patch

He said with no smugness. ​"You noticed I was watching you?" Frostina asked softly. ​"I don't think I've ever caught the fancy of any woman of any standing, talk more of the future Luna of the pack, or maybe I've been too busy to notice," Buck admitted, rubbing his jaw. ​"You probably were too busy," Frostina smiled a small, weak smile. ​Buck actually chuckled warmly, and Frostina admired his handsome face when he finally laughed as it transformed his rough features into something beautiful.

The driver was inside the facility grabbing invoices, leaving the front interior completely deserted. I hesitated, looking up at his severe, shadowed face, before the throbbing in my ribs finally broke my stubborn pride. I climbed the steps and sat down on the second row of seats, leaning back with a low, involuntary groan. He followed me up, suffocating the narrow aisle with his presence. He reached into a small cooler near the driver's seat, pulling out a thick, chemical ice pack. He snapped it, the sharp *pop* echoing in the quiet bus as the gel instantly turned freezing.

Jake eyes were a faint green colour, indicating that he was using some special skill to see what was going on on the battlefield. "Need to switch places," Jake stated before leaping off the tree. He was knowledgeable enough to know that it would be silly to remain in one place as a long ranger. An ice dragon was summoned beneath his feet as he was carried to another high rise tree. All the while, his eyes were glued to the battlefield; specifically, his eyes were fixed to his teammate Aegeus. *Growl*

Liam asked lightly. Atticus didn’t respond. Liam chuckled. “Relax. I didn’t see faces.” That made Atticus glance at him sharply. “But,” Liam added, slowing his pace, “I did see enough to know it’s someone you’d burn the world for.” Atticus’s grip tightened around his hockey stick. “Stay out of it,” he said coldly. Liam smirked. “Careful, King. Secrets melt faster under spotlight.” He skated away, leaving Atticus standing alone at center ice.

The wealthy have a scent for authenticity, and right now, the pack was howling. It was their first time seeing a "lowly" Parker wear high-end gear with such absolute defiance. “Do you even have an invite, Collins? Or did you sneak in through the kitchen vents?” Charlotte Whitmore’s voice was a shrill whistle. I met her gaze with a glacial stare. “I got in on my own merit. Something you wouldn’t understand.” That shut them up for a second, but their eyes immediately dropped to my feet. I was wearing a pair of rare, midnight-black skates—the kind with the carbon-fiber blades and custom leather. They were the limited edition "Valerian Frost" line.

The sun was already dipping low, painting the ice with streaks of orange. Then I saw River. He stood by the fence, shirtless. In the snow. Steam rose off his skin. I stepped closer, confused. “River?” He didn’t turn. Suddenly, his body shifted—spine stretching, arms twisting. His back hunched. Bones cracked. Fur sprouted along his arms. His face lengthened, mouth opening in a soundless growl. His eyes—those same silver eyes shone through the half-transformed shape. I couldn’t breathe. My feet locked in place.

“Mischenka. Is this true?” Mischa glared at the screen. “It’s… possible. Possibly true.” Igor raised an eyebrow. “You promised to help me in the farm this summer. Do I need to get it in writing?” Mischa scowled. “I don’t want to wear a dress!” “You’ll wear a fur jacket and hiking boots,” Igor said flatly. “And I don’t want to wake up early!” “If you don’t wake up early, you’ll miss the deer playing in the snow.”

The map showed the areas which had more animals and less animals, there was also an x on top of the drawing of a cave. ‘The cave with the x is where the ice lotus grows right’ ivory asked to which Anita responded positively. Ivory met with the team in the mission cross building, they were all carried bags and wore coats because of the extreme cold in Buklime mountain, ivory looked at her dress she didn’t wear any coat because she heard ice elementals never feel cold but she brought a coat with her just in case Alfred already registered the team; looking at the map she held she called all of them to tell them the good news.

This makeup is really great, it covered my dark circles; I look more alive I dare say. I put my hair down and brought a hair band just in case. A satisfied smile graced my lips as I took a glance at myself in the mirror. Hm, the outfit looked a bit pretty for someone who will go on hunting but I quickly shrugged the thought off. I don’t have much clothes and Sage only bought me dresses. Putting my usual flats on, I made my way out of my room. Suddenly, the scent of Izaac’s aftershave filled my nostrils. He was just behind me, wearing a plain gray hoodie and faded pants.

Those eyes belonged to stone-cold-death striding through the misty Cambodian jungle, M-16 ready to speak hot lead in an instant. “Uh. Hey, Ike,” I managed, feeling ridiculous with a forkful of turkey and gravy-sopped bread frozen halfway to my mouth. “What’s up?” Ike kept staring at me, his green eyes blazing. Age lined his face with deep cracks, but he didn’t look like an old man or somebody’s grandfather. He looked savage and primal, weathered by the harshest elements imaginable. His square jaw formidable, his receding hairline squared-away in a bristling white crew-cut. He wasn’t tall and wasn’t ‘big’ by anyone’s standards, but he carried himself with a whip-cord erectness I wouldn’t put