Patrick White Novels & Stories

“Either way, it looks like you’ll be staying with us for a while longer yet.” “That man... The one with dark hair who was sitting at the end of the table. He knows who I am.” Ethan runs a hand over his full lips, then leans back in his chair. “Aye. I think so too.” “Who is he?” His expression darkens. “His name is Blake. He’s the most dangerous male in the Kingdom of Wolves, and he has the power to either help us, or destroy us. There’s a feast tonight. I’ll speak with him then. And I need you to come with me.”

He stands to his feet and lets his gaze travel from one end of the table to the other. “I am Alpha Shane of the Dark Moon pack. I went back to where I was brought into the world and took back what was mine. I am the only legitimate heir and it is my birthright to be Alpha of my father’s pack. I’ve broken no laws, I challenged him, and won,” he said.

Pierce. Shawn Maddox Pierce. Twenty-Five years old with a birthday of October first. A Libra according to the human zodiac, which also mentioned that these men were kind and understanding. Big. Fucking. Surprise. Parents are both deceased. He lives primarily in California and was the running back for the San Francsico Eagles. He sustained a serious injury last year that likely keeps him off the field indefinitely according to his doctors in California. He earned his business degree from Harvard, which they say is an Ivy league school. I slam the file against my desk, hearing the wood splinter beneath it.

'With the cold, check if there is any problem with the public welfare project we took over last time. Kristen rushed to hug Ethan Wharton's waist and teased, 'There will be no problem with the project, right? Gavin is the most careful of our six, so he must have checked it in advance.' Ethan Wharton put his arm around her waist and said with a smile, 'It doesn't hurt to check more. Patrick has a little emo recently, so it's good to let him do more.' Kristen looked like a melon. 'Patrickemo? Why does he emo? '

Faith mentioned while Gunner glared at her. “Why do you want to meet him so bad?” He asked. Both girls looked at him with their eyebrows raised. Palmer couldn’t help but laugh, and Faith did not understand what that was all about. Shaking her head at the little jealous scene, she slid off the booth and walked towards Grace. “Hi! You must be Dr. Melbourne. I’m Palmer Wright,” she extended her hand, and with a soft smile, Grace did the same to shake it. “Hello, Palmer. I’m Grace. My son Christopher and I are new in town.”

Behind Douglas, an attendant wearing a black suit, shoulder-length hair asked his master: "Do you want to investigate what just happened?" "Find out what that birthmark is like." "Yes." The entourage quickly left in the quiet of the night, leaving only one man standing there, his eyes full of thought, looking at the scene of the scuffle just now.

"You can even sit next to me. I promise not to abuse you again." He winks and I roll my eyes, pushing back the grin I think he already saw. I'm immediately pissed at myself because there's something about him I like. And the last thing I want is some random dude thinking I need help. "Nope, I'm good. I'm pretty sure I can at least find a seat." "I'm Brad Davis, by the way." He reaches out his hand and I take it because what else am I supposed to do? "Um, Candice-Candice Crawford."

He winked at me before walking down the stairs and rushing toward his car as I looked at the glass of orange juice and pushing it aside. “Rough night?” A man asked from beside me. I raised an eyebrow and turned to look at him, watching as he smiled. His hand had a phoenix tattoo, and judging by his scent, I could tell that the man was an Alpha. “And you’re choosing to forget about it by drinking orange juice?” “I don’t drink alcohol.” I said, and he chuckled before nodding at my stomach. “I can tell, your child’s heartbeat beats you to that.” He said, and I laughed. He extended his hand to me, and I raised an amused eyebrow. “Malakai, but friends call me Kai.”

Third Person POV A black SUV comes to a sudden halt in front of an old shack. The dim light turns on inside, and an old man with a body length walking stick comes out. His eyes are white matching his head full of slivered hair, midback length. He wears an old dark gray robe and slips his flip flops on to step outside. "Blake son! Is that you?" The old wolf says. The SUV door opens and Blake makes his way out wearing combat uniform, matching with the uniforms his warriors wear.