Isaac Lahey Novels & Stories

However, Isaac actually only remembered Kathy when Stan mentioned her, and said, "That reminds me. Head over to the manor tomorrow, get the silver crucifix, and give it to Kathy York—" "But that's very important to you, Mr. Jefferson!" Stan could not stay calm just then. Was Isaac really moving on? Had his passing fancy for Irene already expired, and he now had his eyes on Kathy? "It's not important now. I'm just returning it to the rightful owner," Isaac said flatly. Stan understood right then. "The silver crucifix… belongs to Kathy York?" Isaac was silent, but he might well have said yes. While he was aware that his grandfather had arranged for Kathy to show up in his life from the very st

Alpha Nicholas "We think so. The Rogue confirmed that Lisa had been using magic to help the pack and he also knew that she could easily cast a spell to put someone in a trance without even being too close to someone. A couple of years after they all disappeared, we heard that Lisa had planned it all. She was the one behind getting Tony to the pack that day but she didn't plan on him bringing anyone with him so when she saw a teenage boy in the forest at the right time she cast the smell and started running."

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Dad sighs and shakes his head whilst I just look at him confused. “Whose Isaac?” I narrow my brows. “He’s the beta we had met earlier, the one that shifted into a black werewolf.” He explains. Oh yeah… “But he never mentioned his name to us so how do you know it’s Isaac?” I ask. “I know him… His full name is Isaac George, I was one of the people that chose him as the beta of the River bay pack. I was once the beta of the Cross moon pack, your real fathers pack.” He looks at me before he continues: “I had already explained what an Alpha was before, now there’s something called an Alpha King, he’s in charge of all other Alphas and packs-”

“So…” “Isabella’s daughters.” His voice carried neither hatred nor warmth. Only certainty. Emilia stepped forward. “You shouldn’t have come.” A faint smile touched the man’s lips. “And yet you knew I would.” Isaac lowered his head. “It was always you.” The stranger nodded once. “Yes.” “I have hidden behind many names.” “Many Founders.” “But I was never the Founder.” Elara frowned. “Then who are you?” He looked at her for a long moment before answering.

More importantly, where's Isaac’s immediate family? Little is known about this pack except that they had risen to fame and strength with Isaac. His looks and aura had intimidated even the most headstrong alphas. He had been the youngest alpha to be so successful and then two or so years ago, he just vanished. His influence didn’t lessen and despite jibes and barbs from several pack leaders, the Renaud pack did not waver or cower in front of them. Their beta, Marcus, became the face of the pack.

After all, if his conjecture was right - and he was certain that it was - this man here was too meticulous to make any rookie mistakes. “Do you know who were are?” the leader asked, but from the expression he wore he probably guessed that they had been found out. After all, Leslie’s reaction when he saw his tattoo was to urge Isaac to move the car. That kind of reaction was exaggerated for someone who lived in a city that didn’t see any crime. Leslie clearly knew who he was. “You are the Wandering Pirates; that must make you the Snake King.” Isaac answered, surprising the leader who didn’t think that Isaac had recognized them as well.

the man closest to her asked as he knelt in front of her. His accent was strong and Spanish, his face was tanned and pale. Isabella had deduced that these men where from the Spanish mafia, and she knew these men were dangerous no matter what they said. She was born in Spain and the village that she was from was under the mafia's control so she knew how bloodthirsty and ruthless they could be. They didn't know she could speak Spanish and she was determined to keep it hidden from them, so she tried to hide her accent as best she could. " Isabella, my name is Isabella," she said slowly. " And your last name? he asked.

I felt a stab of pain as I talked about Michael. "Then there is my favorite group of idiots," Isabella smiled. "Tell me about them," she said as her other hand began to draw circles on my exposed chest. "There's Matt, an American, Idris, Jose, and Marco. Of course, you know Leo, who is actually Leonidas and the son of one of your father's closest friends." Isabella's eyes widened. "Really? Where is he?" "He's off on his own usually. He only comes when he's needed. Does he have your brand?"