Novel & Cerita Space Patrol Delta

That was what she wanted. So why did she still look unhappy? She sat across from me without speaking. Cold. Controlled. Avoiding my eyes. Fine by me. A servant poured coffee quietly. Another placed breakfast before us. The silence stretched. Uncomfortable. Finally one elder cleared his throat. “The southern trade routes remain unstable.” I focused immediately on business. Anything to stop thinking about last night. “We increase border patrols.” “Yes, Alpha.” Another elder nodded toward Alina respectfully. “Luna Alina’s handling of the trial still has the younger wolves talking.”

“The training strategies have really helped my Delta increase our own force’s effectiveness, and the security protocols they’ve drawn up are comprehensive and precise. We think they’re well worth the money.” Harvest Moon were badly decimated by rogues and riots too, losing nearly two-thirds of their pack, but Nealson is rebuilding it well. His father was killed in the attacks, and he was thrust into leadership suddenly, but at twenty years old, he’s old enough to lead, and his father’s Beta is assisting him. “What’s Northwatch?” Zach asks beside me, and I’m glad he’s the one to ask, not me. “They’re a new company offering security,” Nealson says. “Everything from fencing, cameras and monitor

They laid there trying to catch their breath before Jack broke their contact and rolled to the side. "What was that?" he asked. "I'm a Delta Six," she said breathily, "it's one of the newer enhancements bred into Deltas. There aren't many with the gene yet." "Well go Deltas, lucky me." He turned to her. "I knew I would get that roll in the hay," he said with a grin, brushing away a strand of burgundy hair that was plastered to her face.

apart from the endless clawing and banging sounds from inside the cawurhi. "My Deltas were on one of their regular scouting missions when they stumbled upon on their bases..The Cut bastards." Alpha Knox narrated. "We lost seven good Deltas out of twelve. Despite the the fact that it was a sneak attack." He spat, gesturing to one of his Deltas to continue the narration.

The twins spun around and saw the delta trembling. “I am tired. Let’s talk tomorrow,” I answered, dismissing him. I could not sleep, no matter how much I tried. My thoughts always fall on the betrayers. Idiot. I knew I was. Delta Isagani sauntered towards me. His eyes told me he would do everything to save the woman. “River is leaving.” ‘No!’ Denaro shouted in the background. 'Go after them, Maxxwell!' Muting him, I focused my attention on the delta. “Which should be happening right now. I gave my orders. It was done.”

They all screeched to a stop in front of Mitch, and one of the guards jumped out of the buggy, bowing deeply as he said, “Your Highness, these are the warriors from the red moon pack. Mitch watched as a short, stocky man got out from the back seat of an SUV. The man, almost as wide as Mitch but not even half as tall, extended a hand. “I am Delta Adam,“ he said, “leader of the special squads and a representative of Alpha Rick.“

A van was waiting for us outside, and we hopped in. I tried to imagine what Tia would be doing. Was she sleeping or watching the news and waiting for me? We soon arrived at the mansion. Bart, Kirk and some guys were waiting for us. Caleb and Kirk hugged. "You did a good job, Delta," my father said to Kirk. Although demoted to delta, the young man was still happy to serve. "It was under Luna Tia's orders, Alpha," he said, and I did not bother to wait to discuss anything with anyone. I rushed into the house.

Brandon had called for backup the second Zora hit the ground. "Delta patrol is five minutes out," he said tightly, his voice strained. "Graham's leading them. Please, Alpha, release your command on me." But Trent didn't hear him. His world had narrowed to the woman bleeding in his arms—Zora. His Luna. Her pulse fluttered beneath his fingers like a dying bird. Her blood soaked into his clothes, hot and steady. Moments later, a black SUV skidded to a stop, warriors leaping out like wolves finally set free. They took down the last of the attackers with savage efficiency. Chains clanked as Graham, Trent's Gamma, ordered the survivors bound and loaded into one of their vehicles.

The air seemed to shift as the next leader approached. A soft-spoken woman, draped in white robes, stepped forward. Her hands were calloused, yet her touch seemed to carry the weight of care. She bowed deeply before speaking. "Luna, I am Sariah Avenhart, the chief of the Deltas. These were the war deltas and not like the ones that had attended to me during the Luna's Duel. "We are the healers and caretakers of the pack, mending both the body and the spirit." Her calm voice and serene expression were a contrast to the war-ready Gammas and shadowy Thetas. The Deltas were the ones who would be at the heart of the battlefield, saving the wounded, ensuring the warriors could return to the frontli