Rick's Son On Walking Dead の小説・ストーリー

the guards wave our truck through the main gates of River City and I sigh in relief, releasing the tension I have been carrying since Drew woke me up almost two hours ago. The city is dark except for street lights. There are very few wolves walking about this late hour, so we make it to the first safe house without anyone seeing us. Gregory helps me pull a now sleeping Bash out of the back of the truck and explains that he will be back with the new car in about an hour. "You should try to take a nap." He insists. "You need to keep up your strength." I nod as he drives away, my son wrapped in my arms. "Miss Monrovia," a kind voice says behind me.

Rick Being on patrol sucks but what can I do? I had to watch out for attackers.I was once again cleaning Blake's mess. There have been more attacks since Blake killed Alpha Kendrick. We stopped them before they got close, but it was becoming concerning. Blake once more proved that he was selfish and didn't care about putting his pack in danger. In the end, his mistakes are always handled by me. Now that he has a mate, he needs to be more careful and become the leader that he was meant to be. We were once attacked by traitors in my pack. I didn't remember what exactly happened, but I guess that my father was in denial about it. I remembered them fighting a lot at the end. My father, mother, a

“Nothing. Go get our little Alpha back. Tear the fucker to shreds.” That’s exactly what I plan to do. I look back at my sleeping mate one more time, the doctor and Courtney adjusting her in the bed, and send a prayer up to the goddess to keep her and our unborn child safe. The walk out of the clinic feels like a march to war, my adrenaline pumping and focus set on the task at hand. Find my son, then murder the fucker that took him. Dad and Rick are searching deep in the wilderness, and Quinn has a team combing through the human towns.

Rick holds his hand up for her to relax and then speaks. “I have no intention or plan to hurt your son. He is just as much a victim as you are in all of this. I understand that Colton wants to take over the pack and feels Ronin is his obstacle blocking that from coming a reality, yes?” She nods sadly. “Then, in order to catch him in the act, we need to remove his obstacle and give him just enough rope to hang himself. Some of the council may be in his pocket, but the blatant disrespect for his deceased brother, the attempts on Ronin’s life and the attempt of a forceful mating of a widowed Luna cannot be ignored no matter what the council says.” Rick walks back to his desk and sits. He folded

“Freya died! Calista and She was your friend. You aren't mourning her, I watched you. I am not getting angry over this. Did you get bored? I am the cause of all these so go on and enjoy your life, I won’t ruin it but don’t you ever expect to hear your name from my mouth. To make things worse, you are in love with a human. I always knew they say we should fall in love with our food, I guess you took yours too far and started fucking it.” I have never seen him get angry. I am scared he is going to hurt Rick. “And even now,” he continued, “all you can think about is saving Rick. You can have him and stay with him but keep this way from my son, you hear me!” He stormed out of the backyard. I rem

I wasn’t able to feel anything, like earlier when that Jackson fellow showed up at the house. “I am looking for my daughter. I could say the same to you. You’re not old enough to have a teenage daughter or son.” I replied irritated. “You’re not wrong, I am looking for my brother, Isiah.” Rick replied. “But who knows if I was 13 when I had my first child, I guess they would be around 16 by now.” He laughed off my tone. “I’m sorry the woods just have me on edge.” I said tripping over another log.

Rick said, looking at me now. He looked at me with a mix of regret and resentment. “So what are you saying, Rick? You’re saying that you don’t have our son? That you didn’t kidnap him? That you’re not the one who sent us those threatening messages and those pictures of him?” Henry asked, sounding skeptical. Rick nodded. “Yes, that’s what I’m saying. I don’t have your son. I didn’t kidnap him. I’m not the one who sent you those messages and those pictures.”

I just needed to get out first. Rick narrowed his eyes. “You aren’t going to come quietly, are you?” I just settled on the ground. I wasn’t stupid, but I wasn’t going to just fall in line, either. He chuckled and turned to Morgan. “Watch my son. Don’t let him get close to the wolf.” Morgan nodded, but Vince was already turning away. “Rick, come with me. You can carry me back here with our shit and the pup.” Rick’s eyes tightened again and then he nodded. He smiled. “Yeah. Poor thing has to survive another week.”

when your own children are at risk in your own beloved pack? My blood went cold. Rick flashed his fangs. "One of you has a fuckin' death wish! The speakers burst into maniacal laughter. "No, Alpha Rick. It's you who will die tonight. You blundered into my trap. And now, none of you are leaving. Not even my diligent assistant—Martin, the traitor." I stood still. Martin. The assistant boss. My heart pounded against my ribs thinking about my two children. Were they safe? Could I mind-link Lilet? No, we were too far from her pack. No link.

She sighs. “We’re held in Alpha Tywins pack - the Red River pack.” Chills run down my spine. Red River is notorious for their hatred of magic and their Alpha’s violent nature towards anyone who opposes him - women, men or children. He has killed pack members for asking logical questions, just because he didn’t like them. “Why would he..?” “Rick and Tywin’s son are best friends, and his father looks the other way as long as he gets to kill a pack member with magic once in a while.” Bile runs up my throat. Rick sacrifices pack members to uphold a friendship.