Rafe Season Two Novels & Stories

"I really don't know Rafe. I just did it. I wanted you to stop. I don't know what I did. I just thought about making you stop." Rafe listened. His eyes narrow and angry. He was staring into her eyes contemplatively. "Lucky for you I believe you." He put his fingers to his mouth and Aislinn saw blood on his finger tips. He breathed in her scent and then licked the blood and juices from his fingers while she watched. "Don't get too comfortable pet. We'll be leaving for the reservation soon. I've decided to move things up. I'm far too excited about bringing you back into the fold. My little lost lamb." Rafe moved around to where she couldn't see him again. She was terrified that he was going to

My sobs subsided gradually. "What the fuck is going on here?!" The loud boom of Rafe's thick voice made I and Connor jump in shock, hastily breaking apart. We turned to the door which was wide open. Rafe stood there, a thunderous look in his face. He looked like he was ready to kill. But his gaze was not directed at me, It was directed at Conner who stared back at him, unwavering. Oh God. *****

“Sara runs toward family. She always has. She’ll go before she calls Salvatore. And Hale can’t stop her from going to her own uncle’s business.” Rafe nodded, absorbing every detail. “And once she’s out of the house…” “We watch,” I said. “We wait. We see how her security reacts. We learn their patterns. This isn’t the grab. This is the test.” “Rafe.” He paused. “No improvising,” I said. “No showing off. No noise. You go in, you break what needs breaking, you leave. Nothing more.” He nodded once. “Understood.” “And Rafe?”

Rafe is not in charge of my future even if he thinks he is. “He is going to kill you, Ariel,” Rafe growls, leaning forward and staring at me, making me see what’s at risk here. “He’s known something was up since the first night, Rafe,” I counter, stubbornly crossing my arms and glaring at him. “We’ve gotten through almost two weeks of him having no opportunity to hurt me – we can get through a few more days!” “And then once you’re in the Academy?” he says, raising his eyebrows. “Because he’s fucking good, Ari – he’s definitely getting in too.”

"Don't think I'm not coming for you, Rafe. Collection time is coming." Rafe's chuckle was more of a gasping breath, but I could hear the underlying humor in it. Apparently, having his secret out in the open was good for his soul. Not that I would let him get away with today, but it was nice to at least learn the reasons behind his increased assholey-ness lately. "Speak, Raphael," Momma said. Her voice was hard once again. Her dark eyes were seemingly lit from within. Rafe jolted. "I received a phone call. Two days after we were on the news after shutting down Will's parents."

A fierce battle that could never be witnessed anywhere else. "What’s your plan for Luna?" "Just watch. I'll drive her to despair, then when she's hopelessly in love, I'll reject her. Then, I'll be the one begging. Women adore such twisted love games." "Fool! This isn't ancient times; such tricks won't work." "Shut up!" Rafe's body was enveloped in a black mist, and the real Rafe passed out. Rafge sat beside the bed, his keen gaze fixed on the grimoire on the floor."

Peaceful in a way that felt false. “How long did you track them?” I asked. “Two hours,” Rafe said. “After they pulled back, I lost them on purpose. I did not want to lead anything back.” “Good,” I said. “Stay alert.” “I always am,” he replied. “Alex, are you staying there?” “Yes,” I said. “For now.” He hesitated. “Do not do anything reckless.” I almost laughed. “Not tonight.” The call ended. Silence settled again.

Coffee went cold. I returned to our house despite the restrictions. The place still carried the scent of lemon and spice. I moved quickly. Clothes. Documents. Essentials. I didn’t look at anything long enough to feel it. Cole drove us to Rafe’s apartment after that. It hadn’t been lived in for three months. Not since Rafe was admitted to the hospital. He’s twenty-two. Still hasn’t found his mate. He used to joke about being unlucky. Now he’s bedridden. Two days before the trial, I go to see him.

I said congratulations and he said thank you and we both pretended it was ordinary for the rest of the meal and then he cried a little on his way out and he thinks I didn't see and I did. She wrote: Rafe is seventeen. He has been on the patrol for six months. He came to my office last week not with a matter but just — to talk. To think something through out loud. He sat in the chair across from my desk and talked about what he wanted to do with his life and I mostly listened and occasionally said something and at the end he said thank you and I said come back anytime and I meant it. She looked at what she'd written. She wrote: The second year is different from the first. The first year was t

Rafe cut toward the side entrance, firing once through the glass in the door before kicking it in. We entered fast. The first room inside looked like a stripped warehouse office. Tables overturned into cover. Two men behind them. One barely old enough to shave properly. I shot the older one first. The younger one hesitated and paid for it. Maleek took the next target before I even fully turned. “Left,” Rafe called. I went left.