Sherlock Gnomes: Irene Mga Nobela at Kwento

“I’m going to the gates. You two are the ones chasing me like I’m running away from home.” Ash snorted. “Feels like it.” I ignored the comment. My focus was already pulled toward the distant commotion spilling in from the gates—raised voices, angry shouts, the kind of noise that didn’t belong near pack borders unless there was trouble. When we got closer, the source became painfully obvious. Irene. She was standing right in front of the guards, her hair a wild mess from the way she’d been shaking her head and pointing fingers. Her voice carried sharp and shrill as she jabbed at one of the sentries.

My stomach lurched as I clicked on the message, dreading what it might say this time. “She’s alive. Solane Blackwood is Irene Lancaster…”

He was talking to me, but if I were being honest, I wasn't listening. I was still trying to process everything I had learned so far, and still was not any closer to figuring out what Nadia had to do with it all. More importantly, I needed to know where to go next. So far, everything I've needed in Iridian has been right in front of me. The clue about his eyes had been in the Antique shop. The Game Master had been hiding in plain sight all along, watching all of us as he impersonated the people in his own pack.

Seraphina let out a shocked gasp, jumping to her feet, her pristine dress now stained. Irene didn’t wait. She slammed the empty bottle back on the table with a final thud. “There,” she said, her voice trembling with spent fury. “Something interesting for you to talk about.” “You little savage!” Seraphina shrieked, the mask gone completely. Irene didn’t even look at her. She slammed the empty bottle back on the table and looked at me. Her eyes were full of tears and fire. “I’m done with this. I’m done with her. Goodnight.”

I turned to see Irene who stood still,I went over to her and tapped her shoulder. “You have been zooming out a lot,are you fine?” I hope she was,I needed her. “I'm…sorry…it's just this place brings terrible memories.” She sniffed. Irene then went to a corner,we heard the smashing of glass and woods which must be the wardrobe. Irene then appeared with some clothings, shoes, and wristwatches. I turned to Elsa who then stepped forward and took three of the things Irene was holding. “Will that be enough?” I asked Elsa.

"I will see you later." I watched her walk away and a sigh unknowingly escaped me. "She is suspicious." Irene muttered darkly as she slammed a spatula onto the counter. "No one has trousers that sharp at seven in the morning." I snorted into my coffee cup, hiding a smile. "She is just... organized, Irene." "She is a robot.” Irene corrected before sliding a plate of pancakes onto the counter with aggressive hospitality. "She drinks tea without sugar. Who does that? Psychopaths. That’s who."

" you jump in" irene replied and freaked out. she wrapped her arms around herself and sat on a stone next to irene. " good job irene" ariel said like a teacher who's commending her student. " for what?" irene asked innocently. she really don't know why ariel was commending her. " for wanting me dead" ariel replied and irene jaw dropped. " Okay joke apart. Come wash up. We have alot to talk about" Irene said and lead Ariel to the lake.

Before they came out the shock of this mass fortune called ‘shit’ came Irene’s shriek. “Bro, what do you mean entire Adalase?” Irene screamed angrily; but before the slimy men could smile in ridicule, they heard the rest of Irene anger banter “Paws off my sister-in-law and nephews. I will fight you to the death if you dare to stake my person.” Ben’s lips twitched; Frank chuckled; the Adalase guardian siren mode has been activated. “Irene, I am not talking about people.” “Oh….” Irene paused before turning to Jeff “Why is bro so free to bother us?”

Irene doesn't miss a beat, swiftly rising from her seat to take the coffee from him, her confusion evident in her furrowed brow as she examines it. Turning back to me, Irene poses a pointed question that cuts through the tension like a knife. "Where is Rena?" she asks, her tone devoid of its previous smugness. She has caught onto it. It's not surprising, considering she has always been very cunning since our school days. I wonder if she would have let me reject Rena if she were not working in the borders and didn't know what was happening here. “You may leave, Liam.” I gesture towards Liam. He nods and walks away.

she murmured. Piper’s breath hitched. “What do you mean?” Sage looked up again, panic flashing briefly across her face. “Listen, we can't talk about this right now” She stopped abruptly and glanced toward the living room. “No,” Piper said, shaking her head. “It can’t wait.” Her voice wavered now. “Even if it’s just one sentence. Tell me. Please. Who was Irene? Where did she come from? Why did that old woman give me this locket with her picture?”