Little Nate Mga Nobela at Kwento

He was six-four, with a kind, regal face, with an aquiline nose and full lips. Nate is George’s best friend, as well as an excellent tracker, he’s well-tanned, six-two, with wide shoulders and lots of muscles. His dark auburn hair falls just past his shoulders and is currently tied up into a man-bun. He has a button nose, thin lips and dark green round eyes. He had also helped Celine to regain her strength after helping her to escape the basement she’d been stuck in. He’d also helped Sammy train her.

“Then we leak it. We’ve got a TikTok account with 12K followers. Let’s go viral.” Jay grinned. “Operation #ExposeThePervert?” “I’m in,” Zane said. “I already started something,” Nate said from the hallway, walking in with his tablet in hand. “You know I don’t wait for adults to mess things up before I help.” I stared at my five-year-old, whose expression was calm and far too grown-up for his age. “Nate,” I said slowly. “What did you do?”

It wasn’t often we did something as simple as cleaning up together, and I planned to make the most of it. Later, in the quiet of my room, I settled into bed with my laptop. I wasn’t feeling sleepy, so I decided to check some emails and do a bit of work. A text popped up on my phone. NATE: Hope you’re still alive. Of course, that’s how he starts. Not a simple “Hi” or “Hey.” Just Nate being Nate. ME: Yes. NATE: Too bad. I thought I saw the Grim Reaper outside when I left.

I say loudly. A low, amused chuckle answers me. I turn, annoyed before I even meet his eyes. It's Nate. He emerges from between the trees like he owns the entire forest. There’s a gash on his forearm, streaked with dried blood, and a bruise darkening along his jaw. His black shirt is torn at the shoulder, and his eyes… well, they look the same. Always watching and always just a little too much. “You again?” I mutter. “You’re disappointed?” he says smoothly, stepping closer.

"What is it? I’m worried nate" Nate shook his head, a fresh wave of helpless tears spilling over. He wrapped his arms around himself, making his body small. "I can't. I can't tell you. Just... just know that he's dangerous. Not just 'gets in fights' dangerous. He's... he's just dangerous "

Then Nate entered the bathroom. Nate, or Nathanael Thorn, was three years younger than me. He was thirty-two this year. Nate was my best friend and subordinate. I hadn’t told him anything, but I thought everyone had already known that he would be my Beta when I became an Alpha later. How we started our friendship was strange. I met Nate twenty years ago when he was poorly wounded near the river. Thanks to the Highest One, he recovered. Nate said that he lost his family in the war with rogues. He saw his sister kill before him.

It's a male voice, a deep and totally unfamiliar male voice. "Who the fuck are you? I'm going to call the police if you're bothering my friend," I threaten immediately, I don't know what's going on but I'm not going to risk it. The guy just laughs and I can hear Violet's laughter in the background too so I relax. "Shut the fuck up, I'm Nate," he says and my mouth drops open in shock. "Why the hell do you sound like a whole man then?" "Because I'm nineteen dude, what the fuck? Why do you both act like I'm a damn kid? I've always been the same age as y–“

he said, pointing to the ridiculously large pot, “you’re definitely hiding.” I laughed, staring into his curious, brown eyes. There was something about Nate that made him easy to talk to. He wasn’t scary, overconfident or judgmental like the other Lycans. He was just…normal. “So, how is your first day of school going?” Nate asked, popping another vegetable into his mouth. “Already thinking about running for the gates?” “If only they would open them,” I cracked a smile. Nate grinned. “Well, from what I’m hearing, you’re not doing too bad. First day, and you’re already scheduled for a trial day with the Elite Team?”

Nana just laughed when she told me about Nate. Nate is immature, doesn’t think before doing anything. He loves fame and cars. By the time she finishes telling me about the brothers, it was in the afternoon. Tay hasn’t shown up, and I can’t help but wonder what if he is still with Ria, and if so, what are they doing? I shake my head at my own thoughts. I want to take a shower, but I have nothing comfortable to change into. As if Nana can sense my tiredness, she says,

Another bang on the window made me jump enough to bounce Drew’s head on my leg. “Hey,” came through the glass, a little muffled. I peered out the window, getting an impression of a dark mess of hair and a pale, pretty face. Definitely a guy. Hawthorne? “I’m Nate,” he said. “Hawthorne. Want to get out for a sec so we can move him to the back and get the car up to the house?”