Red Hood Tim Drake 소설 & 이야기

**** I check in with my superior and switch the remainder of my shift with a first-year patroller who needed more time under her belt. I go to the locker-room to change. I slip on my black leather boot cut pants, my black shit kickers and pull on a black t shirt. I grab my black rider's jacket and head to Drake's office. Drake was posted here three years ago as program director. He's a hard ass but fair. He's also a fucking hottie. Blonde short hair, deep blue eyes and jacked. I stop in and give a quick knock on the open door.

Mum roars at them “Well I know enough that the child won’t have the power to run that pack, who knows he’s probably missing brain cells because of all the drugs!” Tim roars back “Yeah let’s face it he will probably run to drugs the first chance he gets!” Drake moves fast, grabbing Tim by the throat. Anger radiating through the bond as Drake's bone chilling growl sends a shiver down my spine. I could feel their desire to kill him as he squeezed his neck. Alice was screaming, pounding on drake's arms “Let him down, you animal! You're worse than your damn father!” She screeches, I jump up, dropping the phone on the table, I grab drake's arm, pushing Alice away

Theo threw a piece of the shirt at her. It wasn’t particularly her shirt, she sensed. Running her fingers over the silk, she could feel it. Bringing it closer to her eyes, she realized it was a black shirt. “Wear it,” Theo muttered, reaching for a leather electric shock collar. He sighed, watching her as she pulled on the shirt. He walked toward her and pulled her neck close. Fastening the collar around her neck, he said, “Drake has a dragon tattoo on the left side of his neck. Short curly hair. Black-framed specs. Dark brown eyes.”

And across from her are the Wintermoon brothers. Kane is the oldest. Built like a tank with scars across his knuckles. Drake is in the middle. Leaner but with dead eyes that miss nothing. Ryder is the youngest but somehow the scariest, he has a smile that never reaches his eyes. "Timothy." Dad's voice is cold. "You're late." "Traffic." I take my seat beside Sophia. "Sorry." She doesn't look at me. Her hands are folded in her lap. Perfectly composed. But I can feel her tension.

He was getting a headache because he had no idea how to deal with Marcy, and he had absolutely no capacity left for another female to fit into that mentally painful picture. He focused on the guys. One is a teenager, too young to be important, while the other one is a commander, a capable warrior. Drake met all three commanders of the Red Moon pack, including most of the generals. Hundreds of soldiers gathered in a mini-parade where they tried to impress Drake, but at that time, Drake was too distracted with his search for the girl with copper-colored hair (aka Talia) and he didn't pay attention. However, Drake knew who George was; the youngest commander left quite an impression in those few

"No, I don't think she will be needing that" Scarlet sharply wheeled and smiled when she found Reid standing behind her with his gloved hands crossed over his chest, his face blank while a green apron was around his neck and waist, stained with mud while his legs were covered with muddy boots. "Alpha!" Scarlet went beside him but the Alpha was staring ahead. Scarlet noticed. "I made a new friend today, meet Drake, he lives beside us" Drake bowed at the grim Alpha. "Alpha Reid," Reid rolled his eyes before turning as he went back to the field.

It was Drake. "Hi, I’m Drake," he said, offering a brief smile despite the tense situation. “I know you’re probably wondering why I’m helping you, but Zach’s my friend. He tells me everything. When he said Audrey had been kidnapped, I knew he’d go after the kidnappers, so I rushed here. Good thing I made it in time—who knows what would've happened otherwise." Anna blinked, still processing the reveal. Drake was someone she had heard about, but to see him here, in the flesh, and at such a crucial moment—it was surreal.

War, death, blood soaking into the earth. And him. A man I had never met, but I had seen his face a thousand times in my visions. He was close. The door to my cottage burst open, and there he stood. Drake Hale. He was large. a warrior carved from stine and anger. His armor was battered, His dark hair was tangled, his eyes wild and desperate. "Oracle," he said, his voice rough, urgent. "I need your help." I rose from my chair, my robes pooling around me. "I know why you've come, Drake Hale."

“Actually,” I said, “I think there is something you can do for me, Scott. But this has to stay between us.” “Of course, Luna Hannah. Whatever you need.” “I need you to research an internet user known as WhiteRabbit.” … “Drake?” I called out as I stepped into the dimly lit training center. “You in here?” “Over here!” I followed the sound of Drake’s voice, and there he was—stretching off to the side of the sparring ring, his muscles straining against his shirt and his hair slightly mussed from his motorcycle helmet. It was early, although not nearly as early as my training sessions with Noah.

Two Years Later Ryker Lora came home a few weeks ago and told me that Drax was alive along with Aidan and Ty, they have been back a few years now and he currently has a new identity. I was in shock at it all and didn't know what to say or think, I was just happy as she was telling the truth. He goes by Drake Valmore these days and has a security business that is one of the top businesses in the supernatural realm. She told us what Lily had said about them taking revenge on all those who were involved in their murder and we needed to talk to them as we were on their hit list, Drax had a photogenic memory, and seeing us there, he would think we betrayed him and in a sense, we did. We also lear