Ringleader Jacket Novels & Stories

"I'm not wearing a dress to a battle." "It's a festival not a battle." "It's both and you know it." I found black jeans and a dark red shirt that wouldn't show blood. "Joanna is going to be there, probably wearing my face, we need to be ready." Ryker walked in shirtless showing off the four black scars on his back, they looked like war paint. "Anna's right, we dress for war not for a party." "Fine but at least wear this," Ronald held up a silver necklace with the Silverfang pack symbol. "It's spelled to protect against glamour magic, if Joanna tries to disguise herself as you this will glow."

He explained and I nodded. "Find him, I don't care how you do it but one man can't just be bold enough to attack my men, make sure you have more information about this masked man by the end of the month" I ordered and he nodded. "And the Carlisles?" I asked, typing on my desktop computer, the grainy picture of a ginger-haired woman was displayed on my screen, my eyes caught the silver ring on her left hand and my fists clenched. She even dared to wear Kolya's ring, flaunting her treasure from her first kill.

"I have no need for long, flowery speeches. I have in my possession something that will cement my position as Alpha." He held the ring Alexa had given him aloft. The crowd oohed and aahed. With a spring in his step, he approached the council leader, who was seated at the head of the table, bowed deeply and handed over the ring with a flourish. The other council members leaned close to have a look at the ring. "It's the ring," the man muttered, and there was a ripple of excitement in the crowd. Zale's grin got wider. His gaze was fixed on me, silently promising me hell when he got the position. I slumped in my chair, did my best to look defeated.

I turned with a defeated sigh to the men who were from my personal security detail. I addressed the men. “You do know that the point of me wearing a disguise and masking my scent is because I don’t want to be identified as the pack leader here?” They were all burly, dressed in all black. A few of them had not even bothered to hide the weapons they toted. A very large battle axe hung from the back of Ritglass, and Scem who was the smallest in the group was wide-eyed, knives gripped far too tightly in his hands as he stared behind me—almost beyond me.

“Richard Diaz tried to lead an honest life after Jazmine entered his life. Somehow, he kept getting entangled with the people from his past. Look at the picture of the four founders in the file.” Brandon flipped the file and looked at the picture of Richard Diaz, Helen Diaz, Valentino Darragh, and Paulina Simone as they smiled at the camera. All four of them had the same ring on their fourth finger on the right hand. Brandon knew the ring was the symbol of the founders of June Lab because he investigated the ring's meaning when he was in Italy. “Guess who has another ring like that,” Liam said. “The fifth founder that I couldn’t find,” Brandon said. “Anatasia Rolland.”

She didn't deserve to be murdered. "The gold chain!" I mumbled. I reached into my drawer where I threw it and pulled it out. "What is that!?" Sunny asked peeking over my shoulder. "I found it. It was in grams hand." "Whose do you think it is?" "I only know one person who'd wear a gold chain with the initials K.J." Sunny's eyes grew wide. "Your mom's BF!?" "These are my mom's initials, yes, but I don't know if it's his or hers."

I just looked away from him and at the new Royal couple. Lydia said, "Objection dropped." Her voice was full of amusement, and she gave him a snide look. I got a big smile on my face when the crowd of wolves cheered and clapped. I felt something heavy being put on my shoulder. It was a new cloak with the golden symbol of the General of the Wolves stitched on the left chest. That's all! I was the first woman to lead the wolves, and nothing was going to change that. ~

Candy frowned when she saw Mick looking at the pattern again. Mick then said, "Hehe, this was given to me by our previous hall master. He said that we're just a branch of an organization called the Dracodeus Temple, and the person who wears this ring is our supreme leader. Whoever wears it must be an extremely formidable person, and we seemed to have been named after twelve animals from the oriental zodiac!"

Why did he bring me here? I pondered. I’m not part of this circle. Suddenly, a very uncomfortable thought formed in my mind, but I pushed it out. Choosing to focus instead on what I actually knew. The jacket from Leon was indeed a type of uniform. Not only by color, but when some people walked through the dimmer sections of the room, their jackets glowed in the dark. When the auction started, I found out why. ========== There were six jacket colors. Deep red, dark blue, burnt orange, dark purple, forest green, and white.

"We have nothing. No names, no ledger, no proof." "Not exactly," Ron says, picking something up from the floor near the door. It’s a small, gold-trimmed cufflink, shaped like a dragon’s wing, but with a specific engraving on the back—a crest I don't recognize. "Whoever took your package dropped this. And I know exactly which tailor in Little Italy makes these." I look at the cufflink, then at Ron. The game isn't over. It’s just moved from the ledgers to the streets.