Jeff The Killer Original 소설 & 이야기

’ the message reads. ‘But he was unconscious. How can he kill someone when he is unconscious?’ Elizabeth just can't get the pieces together. He was unconscious when the police arrested him. He didn't know what was happening until he woke up in the hospital. What if Jeffery is not the one that kills the cleaner? But who could have killed the cleaner? Does Jeffrey have another enemy? But why would the enemy act from their own plan? ‘I don't know. I wonder so too. Maybe he woke up and through the effects of the drugs he killed the cleaner and fell back to unconsciousness. But I will still look into it, but whatever the case maybe, our plan was successful.’

Not even the breeding mare that a werewolf only claim when he’s in need of a good fuck. A Luna is a warrior, a decision-maker. Willing to sacrifice everything for her pack and territory, for peace and vengeance. Everybody might only see a couple of Rogues sneering beneath our eyes. But for me, I see a murderer—one who murdered an innocent friend. Elliot. And tonight, I shall avenge him. As the moon peeked through the branches above, casting its pale light upon the clearing, the Rogues finally spoke. “Valerie Cavitt is my name and spilling your blood shall be my fame.”

"Not my wife and daughter, Jeffrey! Don't touch them!" "Ahh," Jeffrey looked at the ceiling with a tried looking eyes, three bullets marked on the ceiling. He is sitting on the sofa, wide open legs, and his hand resting on his knee holding a real gun. "Why did you tell them about the killing of the old man? It was our plan, remember?" "I'm a demon like you, Jeffrey. If you want him to be killed, do it yourself!"

Jeff revealed, his eyes distant as if retracing his steps. The weight of his past actions and the loss he had endured were evident in his demeanor. "Why do you want to take revenge?" Drake's question hung in the air, his curiosity genuine as he sought to understand the motivations behind Jeff's desires. Jeff's voice wavered as he responded, his tone carrying a heaviness that seemed to be the result of years of suppressed emotions. "My family was killed," he said, his voice cracking slightly. "My wife and three children were killed on the same day at my old house."

She made no attempt to fight them even when the light burst from every corner and she was blindingly ushered into an office. "You're the wolf that killed my father", growled Alpha Mathew of the Stark Pack. He held his position behind his mahogany desk – his fist curling as she entered the room. He had taken over at the age of twenty-five when the news of his father's death had reached them. "Why didn't you kill me?" "You didn't deserve mercy", he stood from the wilted leather chair and made his way towards her. It was something he had battled with during her capture. His father would not have killed her in case she proved useful, therefore he had reluctantly left her in the cells to rot.

I hated to ask, but I was glad he was dead and out of the picture, plus less of a challenge for me. “Jeff used to be a hunter” A wave of shock ran down my spine. “Are you sure?” I asked. “Yup, he used to come to the Silver crow packhouse and do business with Allen, I never trusted him from the get-go, his information was always a bit shady, so one day I followed Jeff back home to see what he was up to and from the opened window I saw him with our girl, beating her badly” My hands balled into a fist, that’s right, sunshine is our girl “What did you do?”

Jefferson said, and spat on the floor. “He won’t find you. Your car has no tracking system, your phone’s at the motel. He’ll reach that dead end and even if he knows where I live, which I’m sure he does, he won’t get to me. I went to prison an innocent man, but I left there a murderer. I killed seven men in prison, got myself the name ‘Wrath’ on the inside. You think you know me, but you don’t. You sitting in that chair … that’s what I do now. I kill men like you for money and I’m really fucking good at it. You turned me into this.” “Am I supposed to feel sorry for you? Kill me if that’s what you have planned,” Jefferson said.

I grunted. "Jeffery is dead," Jerry revealed. I blinked in surprise as Jerry explained that Jeffery had fled the safe house to confront his ex-mate Alice. Somehow, she had wielded time-freeze magic, a formidable ancient power, and killed him. James had subsequently disposed of the evidence, leaving me to process this shocking development.

“I remember when Joe found out you were part of the APM. He asked to join.” “That was just a ruse,” his father said. “I’m sure of it.” “Jasper had one of ‘em in the hideout,” said the third guy. “They rescued him and left Jasper face down in the dirt floor. I know the old woman was with ‘em. Even if she didn’t actually do the deed, she got her just desserts for helping those that killed my boy while rescuing a shadow walker.” “I’ve never been part of a killing before,” Jeff said nervously. “Burying a shadow walker’s body before he can get back to it isn’t the same as sticking a skewer into an old woman’s lungs and letting her bleed out.”

“I remembered whose scent was in your house, Fierce. I came to warn you.” My eyes met his, and my mind connected the dots. “You're talking about the scent of...” He nodded. “Jeff.” The words hit me like stones, confirming my suspicions. Jeff, the werewolf who once belonged to our pack, was now implicated in the disappearance of my children. A shiver ran down my spine as I processed the information. “You felt it too?” He nodded again. “Yes, it was Jeff who was in your house.” At that moment, Caleb woke up, seemingly awakened by the situation's urgency. His eyes met mine, questioning. “What's happening?”