Novel & Cerita Peter Hale

Gael said to me sincerely. "You should thank my tracker, he's the one who told me that your pack is also under attack by those filthy rogues and hunters," I responded to him and he just nodded at me before saying goodbye because he still needs to look at his injured pack members. "Alpha Michael," I raised my head when I heard someone calling my name. I saw Henry walking towards me. "Henry, how many fallen werewolves do we have?" I asked Henry and I could see him swallowing his saliva.

"Help me please. They won't let me see her. They're punishing me for him. He killed her. The pain is too much. HELENA." He screams her name pitifully over and over as they take him away. I don't know what to do, it's clear the man is mentally unwell and they're his carers, but the whole encounter has left me shaking and needing to see Cain. I didn't realise anyone was still standing beside me until I see the familiar girl, one I've only seen in my dreams before, staring at me silently. "I know you, don't I? You're Chloe." I say and her look of awe turns to surprise.

The man was older than Ray, although like most paranormals he didn’t look a day over forty, even though he could possibly be well over two hundred years old. Not wanting to appear rude, Ray approached the man and stretched out his hand. “Hello, I’m Ray Winston. And you are?” The man shook Ray’s hand. “I’m Marcus Sullivan. Leah’s father. Nice to meet you.” Ray smiled at his new father in law. “Nice to finally meet you as well. Please follow me. Leah is inside with my sister and our pups.” Ray noticed a shocked look on Marcus’s face before the man spoke. “Pups?”

I asked. “I don’t know, Nathaniel. Until today, I didn’t even know he was a werewolf. I only know that Paul was a real estate agent that showed me the building I told you about. He texted me a meeting time and place to sign the contracts today. Your lawyer and I met him at his house, and we reviewed everything. Once the lawyer left, Paul asked me to look at his backyard. Stupid me went with him. I don’t even know how Tim knew I was there in the first place.”

into the search bar and hit enter. The first result made his blood run cold. Marcus Hale, CEO of Hale Global Properties. Widowed. Estranged from only son, Tyler Hale. Tyler stared at the screen for a long moment. His hands started to shake. No. It couldn’t be. His father? The man he had not spoken to in years? The man who had cut him off and left him with nothing?

My phone was buzzing insistently in my pocket, but I felt frozen, watching as Peter—as *fake me*—smiled and waved, fielding questions from reporters with the kind of polished ease that came from years of practice. "Mr. Hale, what brings you back to California?" "Family matters," Peter said smoothly, and even his voice sounded wrong, too high, too practiced. "I've been away too long. It's time to take a more active role in the company's operations." "Is it true you're being considered for CEO of the entire Hale empire?" "I don't want to comment on speculation, but I will say that I'm committed to honoring my family's legacy and leading this company into the future."

And I noticed that she noticed. Zane appeared at my shoulder. "You're staring." "I'm observing," I said. "There's a differ—" "Don't." Zane was quiet for a moment. "Victor Hale. Ex-MI6. Halo Systems. The man collects information for a living. Has done for ten years, just in different suits." He paused. "Why is he interested in Katia?" "That's what I intend to find out," I said. Across the room Victor Hale was still talking to Katia. She was listening with the polite attention of someone who was present but not engaged. She glanced across the room once — briefly, instinctively — and found me. Our eyes met for less than a second. Then she looked back at Victor.

At least, not where i can see it. Alex tracks it anyway. Traffic cams. Private footage. A PI who owes him favors and doesn’t ask questions. It takes less than twelve hours for a name to surface. Not Richard Roberts,not even close. “Former associate,” the PI says over speakerphone. “Low-level fixer. Used to clean up paper trails for Roberts Group before the fall.” Alex grips the steering wheel harder. “Name.” “Victor Hale.” The name hits wrong. Because Victor Hale is supposed to be dead.

Just a name. Ask Viktor what happened to his first lawyer. Before Hale. His name was Peter Sands. I stared at it. Peter Sands disappeared eighteen months ago. Right after he told Viktor the Conti deal was too clean.

Peter couldn't help but feel the weight of the situation as the inspector began to speak. Inspector: Mr. Peterson, I'm Inspector Parker. We've been investigating the circumstances surrounding Sheila's death, and I believe we have some promising leads. Peter: (leaning forward, his eyes filled with determination)Tell me everything, Inspector. Inspector Parker pulled out a file and placed it on the desk, opening it to reveal photographs and evidence. Peter's heart sank as he saw the lifeless image of Sheila, a once vibrant woman reduced to a mere victim. Inspector Parker started . "We have reason to believe that George and Caleb were involved in Sheila's murder. Their fingerprints were found at