Romans & histoires Lidya Jewett Black Panther

“I know you’re worried. But we still have to take a time. Even Aunt Isabella built up her career slowly. It can’t be done overnight. Aunt Isabella started off when she was a teenager, grandpa Kinsey also helped her. You are all alone. Who can help you?” I raised my head and said, “I almost finished my work in the company. The Black Panther motorcade is established through my mother’s toil and blood. But now it’s completely different. You know what? Last time a member of the Black Panther motorcade drove a car recklessly on the street and crashed into somewhere. I don’t know when the Black Panther motorcade become like this. The previous Black Panther motorcade won the honor for our country.

But doubt crept in—the night's victories felt fragile, like glass underfoot. Minutes later, the door opened to admit the stranger: a sleek gray wolf shifting to human form mid-stride, revealing a woman in her thirties, athletic build, clad in rain-slicked leathers. Her hair was raven-black, eyes a piercing green that scanned the room like a predator assessing threats. Chains bound her wrists—precautionary—held by two enforcers. She bowed her head slightly, respect tinged with wariness. "Alpha Blackwood. I'm Kira, emissary from the Shadowclaw Pack. We heard the battle—felt the shift in power. Hanlon was our enemy too; he owed us debts, spilled our blood in secret deals."

However I did hear her say to Gideon she would deal with her father when it came . I know when we spoke she had told me they lived in what was called a claw , it worked much the same as a pack . As everyone shifted my eyes were drawn to the most magnificent animal I had ever seen , a huge black panther with the same golden eyes as Mystique . It moved with such elegance I was mesmerised just watching her walk . We had all been briefed on the situation at hand and how and in what order we would be attacking . Ratnik had made it clear to everyone that no harm was to come to the everyday pack members and only attack if attacked first .

She asked, impatient as she waited for him to elaborate. "Bruce a-and Layla Kingston. They're the leaders of t-the Panthers, The American m-mafia." She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Unfortunately, I don't have a clue of who they are." The woman grabbed another knife from the table and slashed multiple cuts on his chest, red blood oozing down his torso freely. Bella went around him and carved a heart on his bare back. It was her symbol; a signature, you could say. Each of her victims, alive or not, bared the symbol on their skin.

Perhaps, I thought, this panther was sent to me as a sign to find a way to protect the ones that were most important to me: Catalina and my unborn child. Placing my hand on her belly, Catalina and I exchanged an uncertain glance, a silent promise to protect our newborn from the shadows of the past. I held the panther close to my chest, and with a newfound resolve, I set out on a quest to uncover the truth one piece at a time. As we walked up the stairs, I couldn't help but wonder if I was destined for success or failure?

"What!" His mouth drops open in shock upon hearing her confession. Lydia is the illegitimate daughter of Alpha Kayden of the blood moon pack, whom nobody ever knows of. She's like a shadow before the eyes of her other siblings. Yes, she was birthed the same way others were birthed, but she was unlucky to have been birthed by his mistress whom he never cared about.

JJ shows Daniel into my mother’s sitting room. “Hi Mr Fields, please call me Lily.” I narrow my eyes at JJ who blushes. I should really take what I can get, at least Lillian is not, Miss Blackwood. I shake Daniel’s outreached hand. “I wouldn’t be comfortable with Lily; may I call you Miss Blackwood?” he asks politely “No, you may not” his eyebrows shoot up in surprise, “Okay. Lily.” I smile. “This is Lucas Craven.” “Mr Craven is fine.” I narrow my eyes and roll my eyes at Luke. Men! JJ starts to leave.

Before I could answer, a shadow falls over us. “Mr. Blackthorn.” I stiffened. I turned around and I see Dean Elisha. The man is massive, his presence alone enough to silence entire crowds. His eyes gleam with age and the weight of authority, his movements slow and precise, and each one a reminder of the legend that follows him. A were-panther and Alpha of his pack, he is one of the rarest and most feared specie. The stories say he went to war and returned with barely a scratch, his enemies torn apart.

He walked back to the Don's building and met the Don having fun with his call bitch in the clan, Kristen. Kristen was the bitch whom the Don calls when he's frustrated or angry or just needs to get a load off. She was a mobster in the clan and was quite skilled. Being the Don's call bitch, she carried herself with an air and would always bully the weaker mobsters or the maids. As soon as Daniel walked in, the boss ordered Kristen out. She grumbled in displeasure, but a look from the Don had her comported. She glared hatefully at Daniel before storming off with her dress in hand.

The grey wolf was enraged but one of the other wolves shifted and grabbed him by the scruff of his neck. “That’s a dragon, Liam. You know what that means let’s go.” With hatred turning his eyes red, he finally turned and disappeared into the shadows. Crystal let the flames die before taking out her keys and unlocking a black SUV parked nearby. “Get in and let’s discuss what you want to do.” Maeve silently got in, still shaking from the hatred she saw in the Grey wolfs eyes. And also from the revelations of the past few minutes. Her father belonged to the most hated and feared Black Widow Pack and the beautiful woman her mother had sent to take her home was a dragon! Something she had though