Ron Anderson Twd Novels & Stories

he said while taking off his expensive Hugo Boss suit and shirt. Noah was bewildered to see the hard muscular body behind the suit was being exposed. Turned out, Anderson’s body was filled with tattoos. Most of them were letters, ‘I could see some names there…’ Noah tried to read one of his tattoos, ‘Wendy… isn’t that Wade’s sister?’ Anderson knew that Noah was observing his tattoos, so he explained it to him, “these are the names of my previous Lunas…” he said nonchalantly. Noah observed it quickly and he found at least twenty or more names written on his body, “so, where are they now?” he pried, hopefully, he could still save Wade’s sister.

Suit rolled his eyes at the figure of Anderson walking into his room. Anderson got into his car and made a few rounds around town. Since things had turned out the way it had, Anderson wanted to clear his head a little. He was hoping to come up with a few plans that could help him. He was contemplating on killing Jarred. That did not seem like too bad of a plan, but the problem was Jarred rarely left the office, and the office was surrounded with cameras and guards. Anderson did not mind the guards. He believed he could take them out. The problem was the cameras. He did not have the expertise to take them out without alerting his enemy of something being wrong.

Just in case the kids need him. Anderson woke up so early. He was ready to release his wolf and start his training. He entered the bathroom to take his bath and got dressed in his training clothes. He picked his sword and walked outside. Draco was waiting outside for him. "You did not show up for dinner" "I slept off. I'm sorry" Draco nodded. "I understand" "Where are your wife and kids?" Draco shrugged. "Still sleeping" "We should get going then," Draco smiled. "Are you ready, Anderson?" Anderson nodded. "I am ready!!"

I told him, and he nodded his head. “Call me Andres tonight, all right?” he asked me, and I nodded my head. We walked out of the house when I saw a red Ferrari waiting for us. He made his way to the driver's seat while I got into the passenger seat. It was a ten-minute ride to the pack house, and neither of us spoke as he parked the car in the driveway. The pack house was teeming with people, and the moment we arrived, I realized that everyone’s attention turned to us. “Don't get down yet,” Andres told me as he got out of the car.

The news of Anderson’s death was shocking; he was one of Jonathan’s best friends. One of the kindest and strongest wolves that Jonathan had the pleasure of knowing. It’s been about a week since the news of his death, and it still didn’t seem real. Graham allowed Jonathan to come and collect Anderson’s ashes; that way there can be a proper burial in Anderson’s town, Paletooth. There were about 200 or more wolves that attended the ceremony. Anderson was a well-known and very liked wolf; even Rock and Melissa attended the ceremony.

Anderson recalled and spoke. “So how many years of reduction did she get?” Avery asked with an excitement Anderson had not seen in her even when the twins were born. “I don’t know because I just decided to sign everything off now.” He pulled out his phone and dialed Trent’s number, tapping the speaker button. “Send someone to bring the documents. I’m at the Crown’s hospital,” Anderson said as soon as the line connected. “I will bring it myself,” Trent said with excitement. Avery hugged Anderson tightly, her eyes brimming with tears of joy. Anderson hugged her back, peppering kisses wherever his lips touched.

Anderson rushed out of his mansion down the street with only his pants and no shirt to cover his upper body. He looked dejected, frustrated, and sad. His hands covered his mouth in great shock as he wandered restlessly. Anderson made a strong fist and screamed, "Fuck!!" Venting out his frustration. Meanwhile, Wanda sat quietly in front of the car along with the stranger. Her face emit brokenness and hopelessness which the man could read easily. He glanced at her slightly. "If I may ..." He asked with a sweaty voice.

I bend to take it and place it on the counter. "I'm... S... Sorry," Trent grunts between gritted teeth on the phone. He's so angry right now. I can't believe he's the same guy I kissed on Saturday, slept and woke up in my room on Sunday and here he is, cranky on Monday. I wonder what he will be like on Tuesday. Something catches my attention. The headlines in the newspaper. TRENT ARNOLD STILL SUSPENDED FOR FAILING WADA DRUG TEST. IS THIS THE BEGINNING OF THE END OF HIS CAREER?

I just can’t. Anderson rubs my back in understanding. When it comes to Dove moving back to Conrad Pack, the answer is absolutely not!