Newt Scamander Eddie Redmayne Novels & Stories

Hunter looks angry and Creed doesn't look to happy either. “ he’s asking for you” Creed said pointing me to follow him “ a—asking for me?” Stuttering I step back a step unsure if it’s a good idea “ Yes, now let’s go!” He said in more of a command way then friendly I walked slowly towards the door knowing what I’ll see down there isn’t right. Walking down each step my heart was pounding louder and louder in my chest making it the only sound I could hear. When I got to the bottom of the stairs they pointed to Alex who was standing outside a cell with blood all over his hands and shirt. I covered my mouth in fear and shook my head no to moving any closer

The sight of it stirred something in all of them—hope. As they descended, pack warriors noticed them, and the word spread fast. By the time they reached the edge of the dock, Alexandro himself stepped down from the ship to meet them. His eyes locked onto Edward and Jacob—and then landed on their father. “Lord Alaric,” Alexandro said. “Alpha Alexandro,” the older man replied. There was no tension this time, only shared urgency. “I brought help,” Alaric said. “This is Ysolde.” Alexandro studied her, surprised. “The witch?”

“Close enough. We are the Elders of the Syndicate. I am Edgar Maynard. To my left is George Henshaw, and to my right, Samuel Hart.” Eddie blinked, momentarily thrown off by the revelation. “You’re... the Elders?” Edgar raised a brow. “Is that surprising?” Eddie quickly shook his head. “No, sir. I just... didn’t expect you to be so...” “Human?” Samuel finished with a smirk. George chuckled, a deep, rough sound. “Kid thought we’d be monsters.” Eddie stammered, “No! I mean... I just thought—” Edgar raised a hand, silencing the exchange. “Enough. Eddie, you’re in a precarious position. The docks are a critical asset, and with Alexander and Ford gone, we need stability. Can you promise us that?”

“The newest addition to Alden’s experiment, subject #062” The light almost seems to get brighter. I notice people glance down, faces blank as they write down something on an unknown surface. The voice coming from speakers above me sounds rather animated and excited. What have I been dragged into? “This ones a fighter. Alden has put in a personal search for her after his own warriors failed to capture her after a year,” they say.

It’s then that we see two headlights heading our way. The car comes to stop about 15 feet from us and out come two human police detectives. One them I know. Scott Buckingham, a good-looking guy (well, good-looking as far as humans go) with deep brown eyes and light brown hair that always looks like he has bed head. Add to that his slightly crooked smile that shows off his perfectly arranged, white teeth and he has the kind of easy, all-American boy good looks that you’d expect to find in a movie about a high school football team. Except he’s no longer a high school student, instead he’s actually my age. The other guy, shorter and stockier than Scott but cute in his own way with reddish-brown

he replies, raising his hands up. "I'm Liam. That fool is Edward, and the angry one is Thorn." He lowers his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "He has a terrible temper. So watch out for him." All three men are hollywood actors. I notice I've seen them around me on set or in TV commercials. Edward has just gotten his big break with a popular N*****x show. Thorn is a cocky pop star riding the high of one song that's blown up among teenagers on TikTok.