Romans & histoires Skye At Hunters Creek

"Be more careful on the stairs, Cassie. You could’ve been hurt badly, or worse." "Of course. I'm sorry." She touches my arm briefly. "Thank you, Jaxon." Movement catches my eye. I glance past Cassandra to see the housekeeper hurrying over, concern written across her face. And beyond her, standing in the doorway to the sitting room— Skye. She's watching us. Me with my arm still steadying Cassandra, her hand on my arm, both of us closer than we should be. For a second, something flickers across Skye's face. Then it's gone, replaced by that blank, neutral expression I've come to hate.

The wind blew through the trees, cold and wild, brushing against my face like a challenge. “I’m not the orphan they said I was,” I said softly, my voice steady despite the tremor in my chest. “I’m Skye. And I was always wanted.” The pendant glowed faintly in my hand. Its edge pressed against my skin hard enough to draw blood, but I didn’t let go. The sting grounded me—it reminded me that this was real. That I was still here. Then I started walking—toward the dark woods ahead, toward the truth, toward Crescent Valley.

The recognition was instant, followed immediately by a look of sheer, unadulterated terror. She began to drop to her knees, her wet hands clutching at her apron. "Your Grace—I didn't—I was only—" "Don't," I said, stepping forward quickly to catch her by the elbows before she could touch the wet stone. Her arms were cold, shaking under my grip. "Please. Don't do that. My name is Skye." "You're... you're the King's mate," she whispered, her wide eyes darting to the door as if expecting the royal guards to storm in and execute her for looking at me. "The one from the Silvercrest pack."

The Blood Ridge Pack. I have read a lot about them from the Hunters’ library, but it isn’t the same thing as being near them. As being in the same room as them. Their energy…there is something about it that makes me halt in the middle of the space. “Get out of the way,” someone screams. I move just in time before I get run over by a drunk college kid in roller skates. His laughter travels down the hallway with him, and I move in that direction. Searching for something.

Seayers High's back entrance leads to the football field, not in use today since parties always seem to be scheduled around their practice times, a special privilege allowing everyone to clear out time for the popular crowd. I decide on the football field. Although it means circling around most of the school, there's a secluded path there, hidden from the affluent kids at the front. Reaching the back door, I look out at the empty field, pleased. The thought of Skyler anxiously waiting in his car at the front gate amuses me. Stepping down the stairs with a victorious smile, I hear: "I knew you'd come this way, Scarlett." I freeze for a second, then turn towards the corner behind the stairs. S

Daniel Everest had truly picked a scoundrel to match up with his daughter. Josh sniffed around another clump of pines, desperately wanting to find the ass who pursued Lainie. Nothing. He padded on, continuing his search. Miles had to be around here somewhere, but in an area like Bull Creek and Holopaw, that somewhere could be anywhere. Miles wouldn't stay hidden, however; Josh wouldn't allow it.

Hi Sky, Honey I know it's been a while, and I know that you won't be able to open this yet but when you do. I need you to know, I know about your mum and the affair, I need you to do me a favour sweetheart. Get your stuff, yours and your brothers, I need you to go to our place. Someone will be waiting for you there, and they will look after you until I can come home. Sky. I need you to run. You're in danger, get your brother and run. Hunter will protect you where I can't. If you're not there, I'll send someone to find you. I will find you, I will come home.

But before she could relax her mind and soul, Skyla had a thought running in her mind. "He is a lycan! Lycan, Skyla! You are praying for his safety but what if he kills you, after all, you are a she-wolf!" Skyla's mind cautioned her and she inhaled a long breath out of uneasiness. Gaping at the injured lycan was no longer calming her down and she decided to turn sideways and glance over her shoulder, her gaze travelling outside the window to examine where she was. The pitch black sky was slowly taking the dark blue color. In the backdrop of the woods, Skyla spotted some camps that looked like controller rooms to secure the clan where she was heading too. Everything in the scene was transitio

Sky hesitated for a while but then she also took off her shirt. Elliot was her husband. There was nothing to hide. She didn't remove her undergarments as it wasn't necessary. "See, it's there", she pointed at her chest and then on her arm. Elliot felt a pang of pain as he saw the scars of bullet on her chest and arm. "Who could be so cruel to hurt her? I will never let them off the hook once I find them", he vowed to himself silently. "I'm also fine now", Sky repeated his words to reassure him as she could also see the worries in his eyes.

She and Nick had been parked outside some gambling parlor for hours, waiting for Syd, who they had been tailing for a day to come out. “You know we can't do that. We don't want to draw attention to ourselves.” Nick replied. “You're a hunter, you know that hunters can wait patiently for their prey.” “Fine. Fine.” Nadine replied, looking away. “Let's keep ourselves busy.” When she saw the suggestive glint in Nick's eyes, she groaned, “I didn't mean like that.” “What did you mean?” Nick asked, chuckling. “Uh, okay, tell me something about how lycanthropes operate.” Nadine said.