Levi Garrison The Protector Novels & Stories

"That's why I called you both here. I need you to finish what I started." "The vessel," Connor said quietly. "Yes." Elder Isaiah's voice hardened. "The girl carrying the abomination. She's still out there. Still pregnant. And someone is protecting her—a werewolf, powerful enough to have resources and connections I didn't anticipate." "Do we know who?" Tommy asked. "No. But whoever he is, he's good. He's kept her hidden. I couldn't even trace—" Elder Isaiah paused. "But they made a mistake. If they are really pressing for me to stay in here, that means he's worried. That means I was getting close."

Mason POV "I'm not telling you all this to scare you but I'm just telling you the truth. The protector work wasn't forced on anybody here, in fact, it's our opportunity. If you have read the Protector history book inside the protectors library then you will understand how benevolent the Lorrids are. No protector here came from a rich family, to put it in a straight way, all the first protectors are poor, so poor that they can only eat from the street and go hungry any day they are unlucky. The Lorrid head at that time picked all of us up from the slum, some the first day, some later..." he sighed again and looked at me with pity. "Every protector is mandated to read the major books in the li

Levi begins, looking at me with longing in his eyes. “She and I grew up together because her parents worked for my parents. She was one of my best friends, along with your Uncle Lance,” he continues, and I smile, looking down at my lap as Saben takes hold of my hand. “Like her parents, Phoebe was assigned as my hidden guard. It was because her parents—your grandparents—gave their lives to protect me and my parents from a band of rogues.” His voice cracks, and instinctively, I reach out to grab Levi’s hand with my free hand, squeezing it.

“And who’s this?” Levi, who had been looking around the compound with a kind of overwhelmed awe, immediately bristled at Eli’s tone. The defensiveness snapped back into place like a shield. “I’m Levi,” he said, his voice a challenge. “Who’re you?” Eli’s eyebrows rose slightly. “I’m Eli. Head of perimeter security. And we have a protocol for new arrivals.” “Yeah? What’s the protocol? A pat-down and a cavity search?” Levi shot back, crossing his arms. “I just spent two days with these two. I think they vouch for me not having a bomb up my ass.”

Except you want to see me run mad, huh? Kai’s words rang in her head with so much frustration and desperation. He had looked at her like she was slipping away like he was losing something he wasn’t ready to let go of. Then there was Levi. "Don't you know a Glade Guard? They are the best bodyguards in the country. The man... that's how they always look, the tattoo on his finger... it's not easy to acquire one. I can't myself. I've never seen one around him either, but there's one with you. They cost a fortune."

"I'll hold the line. You protect our future." The decision hung heavy, but time pressed. As they gathered—Autumn, Gale, Elias on a makeshift stretcher, Amaya, and a handful of guardians—Lysara began the ritual, her starlight weaving into the portal. Levi stayed behind, his beta strength amplified by a guardian pendant, ready to anchor and defend.

Henry was the first so we turned to him. Everyone did nothing if they didn't settle in their own place. "You should thank god. for giving you a guardian angel, Bastard...." Those were whispers but I heard it loud and clear. I looked at Hunter but he's facing Henry. Acting like he hadn't said anything. "We need to protect, the camp..." Henry. "And also... Protect the next Lord Sentinel." Levi looked at me. I was about to smile at him and nod but I heard Sydney's sarcastic laugh.

Irene's Pov The morning of the Unity Hunt was the kind of crisp, clear day that should have been beautiful, but it just felt like a countdown to an execution. The whole estate was buzzing. Guards were polishing boots, and the high-ranking wolves were preening. It was a show for the public, a way to say look how united we are, while beneath the surface, we were all bleeding. I was wearing leather hunting gear. My shoulder was stiff but functional, and I was hyper-aware of the folded piece of paper tucked into my waistband.

“He’s badly injured.” Levi froze. “What happened?” His voice was calm, too calm. “You were supposed to be with him.” “I was,” Julian said, guilt flashing in his eyes. “I personally escorted him and the others—some of the pups, older members, ones not built for battle. I made sure they got to safety.” “Then how did he get hurt?” Levi’s tone hardened, sharp now, clipped and accusing. “Why wasn’t he protected?”

Levi instinctively stepped forward, his stance a formidable blend of protection and defiance.