Ryan Clark Scar Novels & Stories

I felt Clay, and I pulled, but there was no response. I was still weeping when Clay barged into the hall with Lucian and Maxwell behind him. "Hasn't this trial ended yet?" he said in annoyance, and the elders stood up. "You are out of line Alpha Clay. This is the council's duty. It would help if you allowed us to do our job," the Elder said. "Who is defending Scarlett?" Lucian growled, and no one answered. "She only had his scent on her skin and nothing else. Let her go. If she did anything, we would have felt it," Maxwell said growling and Elder Tasha shook her head.

"But we can only find out once I answer whoever that is on the other end of the line." "I am completely waiting," Savannah said. Clark exhaled as he reached out for his phone and pressed the answer button. "How can I help you?" The person on the other end of line had a thin Mexican accent that Clark had not heard anywhere. "Pay attention, Mr. Clark,” he said. "My name is Carlos and I am a member of the brotherhood who wants to see you dead. It is you that needs help not me."

What the fuck was my role in all of this? “That day in your car, you said you’re after Maverick, not me. Why are you after him?” Ryan sighed, looking down at his feet. “Nah, I just said that to draw your attention. I’m not after him. Not anymore, anyway.” He paused, raising his eyes to meet mine. “I thought he killed my sister, but… surprise! She’s still alive.” He let out a bitter laugh. Something pulled at my chest. “But that doesn’t mean I’m done with the Sinclairs. They ruin people’s lives and will stop at nothing to make sure no one crosses them. You’ve seen first hand what Quentin Sinclair can do.”

Skylar said when he thought of how pathetic he was spying on Diana. " What should I do with the picture " Clark asked when they got into the car. " Send them to me and delete it from your device" " Yes sir " Clark said before starting the engine and heading home. Today was the weekend but Skylar was sure he wasn't getting any rest. He has to distract him self from these stupid feelings that are messing him up. ... " Who are you talking to? " The phone from Kate's hand slipped as she head Sylvester's voice.

Sally knew it was a bad sign. “Who did this to you, Sally?” Ryan probed, wrinkling his forehead to show how serious he was. Sally sighed again. "It's Kaytlyn." Glanced at the scars on her inner forearm. “Even these,” Ryan's eyes suddenly turned darker than his normal chocolate eyes, as a menacing growl rang out in his throat. Sally placed her hand on his chest, trying to calm him down, which was like a spell. “I'm fine now. She died." She stopped, looking at him cautiously. “I killed her.”

However, just when the game was about to end, my eyes caught a glimpse of something that made me stop. I noticed that Clark had a peculiar tattoo on his arm I believed was similar to what we found in Hunter Grey. Based on my quick observation, the tattoo was an intricate design of a demented clown, with elongated limbs and a twisted grin on its face. The colors used were vibrant yet grotesque, with shades of mustard yellow, deep red, and silky green. The clown's eyes were black and soulless as if they were staring right into your deepest fears. But the weirdness of the tattoo did not stop there. Around the clown's body were tiny, almost indiscernible symbols and lines that seemed to move and

"Around four I guess." Xander nodded. He got a call so he excused himself. "So, Scarlett..." Ryan began. I looked at him telling him to continue. "That lipstick stain was not of any other woman. That was of my wife." _______________________________________________________________________________________

The hand that was holding my window frame unconsciously clenched. ‘My Mate! Kill him! I want to kill him!' Ryan also howled angrily. He wanted to go out and rip that guy to pieces. I also wish I could transform into a wolf and immediately jump down to bite that bastard's throat, but Clark ruined my thinking. “What's the matter, Sir? Why are you standing still?” Clark loudly called me. "Are you not OK?" Jack also said nervously.

There was a large white reception desk just inside the front door. “Good evening, we are here to see Amelia Clarke.” I always kept my distance one step back from Logan. “Ah, Mr. Carter. Of course. Miss Clarke has not arrived yet; however, we do have a room ready for her. Please follow me.” Logan smiled towards me and extended his hand to follow the officer on the desk. Taking a deep breath, I followed him to a door where he swiped a card for it to open. Looking over my shoulder, I checked constantly that Logan was one step behind me at every turn.