Red Arrow Roy Harper Mga Nobela at Kwento

He trembles, both of them kneeling instantly. "Go, I will take first watch. I'll deal with you when we get back home." I tell him. He and his partner scurrying off. I don't go out of my way to know people's names unless they have made a strong impression on me or I hold them in high regard. Harper is one of the personal guards I hold in high regard since he was recruited from Weeping meadows pack three years ago. He was one of the most skilled fighters I had seen since Ryder and earned the privilege of being on my royal army easily. Of course he no longer is.

Perhaps he was right, there was no reason to fear. Taking the microphone, Harper met the crowd’s eyes with a steady gaze. “I am Harper Laurier. I am not a witch spy, nor am I a traitor to our werewolf heritage. I am not what rumors paint me to be. For the past two decades, I’ve been a regular member of this pack..." Harper began to talk about her experiences growing up over the years and her call for peace as one of the victims of war. Thanks to the righteousness of Ruby and some of the citizens, the crowd calmed down and listened attentively.

She’s so exhausted. She looks peaceful now. The pain finally gone and all that’s left is her. My Harper. Our Harper. “Thanks, Raff,” Archie says. “No problem, kids. See you all in a few days for training. Have fun,” he winks, and then he ports out. I stagger towards my bond group with a grunt as my wolf gives one last push for freedom. “Go, I’ll run back,” I pant. Finley hesitates, then he nods before they all vanish, taking Harper with them.

“That is where our deal ends. I more than anyone wants that motherfuvker dead but I will wait until when the right time comes...He is all yours once he loses his authority.” “There is no such thing as the right time, Harold. I make the right time when I want.” “Very well then. I will take my leave now and meet with the elders. It has been such a long time...” Harold stood and crept away. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

He leaves me sitting with a lump in my throat and tears in my eyes. I can’t even begin to explain how grateful I am to have a son like Dylan, who loves me enough to care for me so deeply. If it takes all the rest of my life, I will make sure my son has the best life. Whatever he wants he can have. I’m about to stand up when Harper comes in. She has changed into black leggings and an over-sized, pale blue hoody with their college logo on the front. It shows off her cornflower blue eyes a treat, making me go weak at the knees. Damn, this girl sure knows how to get to me. She is breathtaking in such a simple outfit.

I looked up and saw that I was down to the last few well wishers, Havoc pacing with agitation and the need to mate our fated. ‘Calm, Havoc. Almost done.’, I said. He all but roared his frustration in my head. I was feeling it too. I was down to my last guest. I looked up to find Harper watching me with a predatory gleam in her eyes as she stepped forward and placed her hand on my forearm. “Congratulations, Your Royal Highness”, she said, eyebrow raised. She ran her tongue over her top lip, becoming bolder as she looked at me. “Thanks, Harper.”, I replied, shaking her hand off of me.

And that's unfair to Ryder. “Hara, listen to me, “Hailey said, after noticing my hesitation in agreeing with her, “Don't forget how much Roland hurt you in the past. Don't forget all the misery he put you through and how he made your life hell. You shouldn't think about him or get excited about his return. You deserve a man who loves and adores you, and we both know that man is Ryder,“

He looked like a god of destruction, broad shoulders stretching his jersey, a jawline like granite, and icy blue eyes that promised no mercy. While Harold was the Golden Boy of Vetty Veil, Horace was the dark storm everyone feared. I wiped a streak of blood from my eye, a wicked smile tugging at my lips despite the pain. I knew Harold’s every play. I knew about his old knee injury that acted up in the third period. I knew his weak left-side defense. I didn't need a doctor. I needed a phone number. Harold wanted to play me? Fine. I was going to give the Ravagers wolf every secret he needed to tear the King of Vetty Veil apart.

“Well, mostly. She only tried to convince a stranger to let her officiate their wedding once.” “She also offered to arm wrestle me for my truck keys,” Eli added. Harper plopped onto the tailgate, stretching her arms dramatically. “I’m a people’s champion. My legacy will be wild and glittery.” Jaxon handed her a water bottle. “Drink. Slowly.” She took a small sip, then wrinkled her nose. “This is boring water.” “Good. You need boring right now.” For a moment, the background noise of the party faded. The fire crackled. Someone screamed

Harper I am doing much better now. I think I am starting to remember more, to retain more. I am having flashbacks as I sit here on the edge of this bed. My situation no longer feels somber, bleak. There is hope in knowing I at least know who I am. I play with my hair and twist it in circles around my fingers. I've got to look busy for the big screen. I know they are watching. The problem: I have no idea how to control this "thing" inside me—this feeling of force. Something is there, something deep down, a muscle that has been used so many times that yearns to be used again. Yet, I do not remember how. I keep having these flashes where my head rings. I close my eyes for a moment, and I have t