Jim Lake Jr Trollhunters นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I was quick to hire the best investigators money could buy to find him. It took them three days to find him. Might have been less if I had found the patched letter on the floor earlier. Matteo Leone. Pretty boy had a pretty name. He was twenty three years old. There was nothing much on him, except his family and his hidden hobbies. He was bisexual. The folder contained rumors that suggested he was living under his father's thumb. I couldn't fathom how any father could treat their own child like hazardous dirt. So, I had searched for more.

His dad was by the patio windows staring out into the night sky. “Have they been patrolling long?”. Jake asked as I stood awkwardly by the couch. “What’s going on?”. I asked. “Rogue wolfs. Jack caught their scent behind your house earlier tonight”. His dad turned glancing at Jake. “They might just be passing through”. “Yeah fucking right”. Jake snapped. His hands balled into fists his eyes darkening. “You don’t go out unless one of us is with you”. As he approached me he slipped his arm around my waist pulling me to his side.

he added with a wink, "I’ve always wanted to learn about Psychology. I’ve been told I have 'attachment issues' by at least three different Lunas." "You’re a menace," Kyle muttered, though the corner of his mouth twitched. In the back seat, Jesse and Jackie were currently in the middle of a strategic breakdown of the Pack’s attempts at camouflage. "Look at them, J," Jackie whispered, gesturing toward the SUV following them, filled with four massive warriors trying to look like "students." "That guy in the back is wearing a hoodie three sizes too small. He looks like he’s about to burst out of it like a lycanthropic Hulk. And is that a pocket protector?"

Elder Liam was so serious as he always were. “Thank you for coming around. I have some news for us all,” he said calmly. I frowned slightly, wondering what all these was all about. “I had a meeting with the cabinet and elders moments ago, and drilled James to the brim. We figured out that he is so knowledgeable in tackling the problem of the werewolf hunters. I know, I scolded Mike Griffin about all of these, but I would say boldly that I trust James.” He looked at James then.

Once again, his plan doesn’t work as Hunter frees himself and kills everyone who had a hand in his torture. And now we hear that Jake’s whole pack was annihilated, my mother might be the witch that wants to kill Ren and Alex is somewhere in Colorado, either working with the enemy or being held as their prisoner. Oh god, I think I’m going to have a headache.

he roared again, his voice tearing through the residence like a wounded lion claiming territory. Jim stood across the room, fidgeting, shifting on his feet. I could see his fingers twitching against his thigh, his lips parting, but no words finding their way out. And gods, it amused me, because if there was one man on this planet Jim actually feared, it was my father. “Lucan”, Jim finally began, his voice thin, “the Hunters said they faced a deadlock. They… they couldn’t get Stella and the kid.”

I lift my head and peer out in the distance, trying to see the Gulf. I see something else instead. “Is that a fucking cemetery?” I almost squeal before scoffing, and turning my back to the headstones rising in the distance. “Jesus Christ.” “Julia, come over here and meet Tanner Hendricks.” Jake waves me over, and I reluctantly obey, casting a glance over my shoulder at the creepy cemetery and the standing water all around it. We’ll have to do something about that. Tanner is tall with dark brown hair and a ruggedly handsome face. He looks like he chops wood and drinks straight whiskey. He probably wears flannel and has a Labrador, too.

“After all, it’s only Lauryn who can lead me to the Ethereal Hunters.” Jake looked at me, then at Troy. “Are we really going to the Ethereal Hunters?” “Of course. I have a message from my dad for them,” Troy asserted. “Troy, didn’t we discuss this before? Besides, you just met Lauryn a few hours ago,” Jake expressed his concern. “You don’t have to worry, Jake. I can take care of myself,” Troy replied before leaving us. I chased after him, struggling to walk. “Troy.”

I said, and Gavin shook his head. "Naaah, man, that is too damn white-collar," he disagreed, "there is nothing fun about that," he explained. "Okay, what do you suggest?" I asked him, and he smiled. "Let's kidnap their boss and teach him that Karen is off-limits," he said with a glint in his eyes, and I knew exactly what he meant. Humans could barely survive a skilled hunter's torture. If that should happen, the mental psyche of the victim would be messed up. Which also meant everyone connected to him would do exactly what we say.