Novel & Cerita Jojen Reed Death

Finally, he breathed it out. “Reed’s dead.” The name landed like lead in my chest. Reed. One of my first recruits after the rebrand. Kid had a temper but he was loyal. Brave. Thought he could take on anyone wearing Hellfire ink. Now he was gone. I stood, pacing to the window. Rain was falling outside, turning the dirt lot into mud. A few of the boys were still working on their bikes under the shed roof — laughing, oblivious to the storm brewing inside.

I don’t know why, but something is rotten in my gut and it’s never wrong. We storm through the building, Roddy’s being the last room at the end of the long ass hallway. The door is locked and Grouch sticks his ear to it, then backs up and kicks it open. The immediate stench of death I know all too well hits my nose and I can’t believe nobody has noticed it. It’s at least fifteen doors from mine. Missile and Grouch storm in, but I can already see the lifeless body of Ryan “Roddy” Grimes on the bed. I step in the room and see a needle sticking right out of his fucking arm. His skin is already discolored, he’s been dead a couple days. And nobody even realized it. Some brotherhood we are.

After the successful completion of a mission, Connor Weston, the youngest patrol division captain of the pack, had fallen into an eternal sleep on that rainy day. … After his death, my soul began to dissipate, like dew evaporating into the air under the morning sun. In my final glimpse, I saw Chris rush into the infirmary. He then fell to his knees and clutched Connor's hand, his shoulders trembling violently. Later, I saw Connor buried beside my grave. Our two tombstones stood close together, as they were always meant to be. I witnessed many pack members come to pay their respects, saying things like, "It was such a shame for a hero like him to die so young."

"Why the sudden interest in ancient history?" "It concerns someone close to me." I didn't elaborate further, maintaining my steady gaze. Reed sighed heavily, setting down his glass with a soft thud. "James and his mistress died during a territorial dispute at Chase Pack's Northern Boundary. It was... messy." "How so?" I pressed, leaning forward slightly. "They were cornered in an abandoned den. Rescue was impossible." Reed's scent shifted, indicating discomfort with the memory. His fingers tightened around his glass. "The official pack record called it a rogue wolf attack."

I gripped tight, but he slipped right through and fell. I watched helplessly as Brandon vanished from my sight, tumbling into the abyss. Not a sound from him. Brandon's death was not on me, but it happened right before my eyes. My brain short-circuited for a second before it hit me to call the cops. Maybe Brandon could still be saved? Revenge had crossed my mind, but I never wanted blood on my hands. I dialed 911, and the cops were on the move in no time. The rescue team found Brandon at the cliff's base, his head cracked open on a rock—dead on impact.

Thomas Reed was alive. For a moment, Dani genuinely thought she was hallucinating. The penthouse seemed to tilt beneath her feet. The photograph on Julian's phone remained frozen on the screen. Clear. Sharp. Undeniable. An older woman exiting a black SUV. And beside her— Thomas Reed. Very much alive. Very much breathing. Very much not dead. Silence swallowed the room. Nobody moved. Nobody blinked. Nobody spoke. Because there was no logical explanation. Thomas Reed died three years ago.

Ryan said, and I watched as he gulped down his glass of milk. I gulped down my saliva and bit my lips as I felt my throat burning in thirst. Since they were done with their drinks, there was a possibility that they would leave soon coupled up with the fact that it was midnight. “Well, father was soft and that’s what probably got him killed. Reece is also going down that path as he is taking father’s will too serious.” Reynold said harshly. “Well, if anything, I trust Reece isn’t that foolish to go down a wrong path. He probably knows what he is doing, but I’m just hoping that he…”

“Alright, let’s see who’s brave enough to swing in. Bet none of you can do it as smooth as me.” Reed snorts, already climbing onto the rocks. “Please. You’ll fall on your ass before you even reach the water.” “I’m not the one who belly-flopped last summer,” Jace shoots back. “That was intentional.” Reed grabs the vine, gives it one hard tug, then swings out with a loud, ridiculous war cry that sounds like a mix between a caveman and a dying coyote. “Awooo-WO-wo-wo-wooo!”

"Aren't you supposed to deal with Reed? Has Tom found him yet?" Diana changed the subject. Upon hearing the name "Reed," John's expression of concern vanished, replaced by a sudden coldness in his eyes. Simultaneously, his phone began to ring. He answered it; it was Tom on the other end. "Boss..." "Speak." "We found Reed, but..." Tom's voice hesitated for a moment. "But he's gone." Diana was taken aback. “What does it mean that he's gone?” "Two people dragged Reed out from the staircase," Tom slowly continued. "His head was covered in blood. I checked, and he had no pulse..."

Nix’s POV Reed was sacred for his life, so when they offered us rooms, Reed asked if we could share. I will let him know Lottie no longer wants to kill him. If I didn’t know him so well, I think I would have as well. Caren is amazing. Never in my wildest dreams would I have thought Reed was her mate.