Novel & Cerita Remus Lupin Andrew Garfield

Lucas had already brought the evidence. I must confess, Andres or should I say Andrew Garfield did a good job getting a lawyer, but the evidence against him was too heavy to ignore. At the end the judge sentenced Andres to life imprisonment for killing his biological father and attempted murder.

“I have a theory. It’s crazy but I need you to hear me out.” Aiden leaned back in his chair, watching me closely, the usual humor in his eyes replaced by something else, curiosity? Worry? I didn’t wait for him to speak. “First, I want to show you something.” Slowly, I lifted the hem of my shirt, revealing the red x shaped scar on my stomach, It pulsed faintly in the light, more visible now than ever. I watched his face change as he saw it not surprise but recognition. “I found this after my first shift. When I arrived at Lupinemere, it was already there. I don’t know how I got it.”

Intro... Remus Everything was perfect but somehow I felt like something was missing, something that I didn't know. I am Remus Scofield, a multi-billionaire, I could get everything I want, every single thing in just one snap of my fingers, I run a lot of businesses in this city, I could do everything I want but I knew something was missing, yes, and I think it was my mate. I am a werewolf, from a royal pack, an Alpha that was trapped in the world of humans, I wasn't able to go back to my pack... not yet; definitely not now.

"Do you remember?" Darren's face lit up, his grin wide and bright. "I remember! Today's the day we go see Grandpa!" The car hummed along the Miami streets, the city blurring past in a haze of glass and neon. We pulled up to the Royal Cemetery, the air heavy with salt and grief. Romulus and Remus, those massive direwolves, waited by the gates, their fur glinting under the sun. Darren and Lyle squealed, scrambling out to climb onto their backs, each boy riding a wolf like it was the most natural thing in the world.

He takes my hand in his. I know he wants to apologize, but I don’t give him a chance; he has nothing to be sorry for. “How long was I out?” It’s dark out, and so I can’t be sure. “Oh, just a few hours. Don’t worry, you didn’t miss anything special.” “So, what did I miss?” he shrugs at my inquiry, then sighs before talking. “Andy’s dead. There’s no chance of survival when you’re torn in two. Remus did it. He was also able to dislodge his claws from your neck so he wouldn’t completely tear your throat out. He disappeared almost immediately, from what I’m told.”

This must be Remington. And Remington… was a werewolf.

"Please, don't reject me, don't leave me..." "I won't leave you!" The figure turned, revealing Louise's beaming face, not Lina's. Andrew's heart sank, and he let go, plummeting into an abyss of despair. … I was lying by Twin Shores Lake, savoring the liberating breeze, when my teacher, the tribal healer, found me. He had traveled through the night to reach me before I left our lands for good. He brought grave news: Andrew's condition had worsened, and the wolfsbane poisoning had flared up again. His mother had summoned Louise back to their community, hoping she could help.

And interestingly enough, the alpha from that story is none other than Andrew. Fun fact: Andrew betrayed Luther and attempted to kill him while Luther was a guest in his pack. Andrew even killed the she-wolf who was mated to Luther. Whenever you encounter Andrew, he has a way of capturing your attention. He gains your trust only to betray it in the end. Luther and Tristan stumbled upon Damien’s body. His remains were buried in the same spot where he was killed. The strange thing is that his body still appeared – how do I describe it – almost as if he were just sleeping, not having been dead for several months.

So he just marked me with scent and put me in his hut until he would find his nerve. Imagine being so big and powerful, but being too nervous to claim a mate. Most would just mark them without any consideration, but Remus was a rare and genuine wolf. He had heart and conscience, and much respect for me. I will never find another Remus. We remained here, in our own little world, for a week. Remus was fading quickly, and despite his threats through the link I did not leave him. It wasn't in me. As badly as I hated to see the others die, he was the one that devastated me. He became colder, and his pain increased. I gathered every herb or salve I could scavenge, and blanket too. I laid against h

Fresh werewolf blood surged out and soaked Andrew's sword arm in thick crimson, but his grip on the sword remained firm. Werewolf blood was scorching hot and highly toxic. Yet, aside from corroding the fabric on Andrew's hand, it had absolutely no effect on his flesh. Remus' massive jaws clamped down on Andrew's shoulder. His fangs sank deep, but he could not tear free. The greatsword had already impaled his heart, cutting off all his power at its source. "F-Father!" Remus managed to call out with difficulty. With a thud, he collapsed to his knees before Andrew.