Patrick White Novels & Stories

The Alpha sighed in relief when he caught sight of Dalton and adjusted his shirt which got messy during his brawl with the pack warriors who refused to let him cross the pack borders. An old frail woman stepped from behind the Alpha but the latter appeared reluctant to let the woman be anywhere afar from him. He seemed pretty protective of the woman. “I’m Alpha Blaze.” The Alpha introduced himself. “And this is Patricia, a witch who has been of great help to me and my mate.” “State your business for stepping on my territory without permission.” Dalton declared, loud and firm. “We mean no trouble. We’re here with good intention.” Alpha Blaze said with convincing honesty.

Patrick said, snapping a purple Sour Patch in half between his teeth and flashing her a smirk, “it literally does have your name on it. Now, do you promise not to freak the hell out when I show you what I found?” “You?” Her eyes widened. “You did some actual journalistic work?” She didn’t mean to be rude or anything, but she figured he didn’t need to, seeing as he was a news god. Patrick waggled his brows. “Let’s just say I have a friend who had a friend that had some open business with the person in question, so when he overheard this hot piece of gossip, he was eager to dig up the bone at the end of that hole. It turns out the bone was meaty.”