The Druid Jeff Wheeler Novels & Stories

Alphas have extremely sharp senses, and Drake could track anyone… anyone other than Talia. All these uncertainties were driving Drake nuts. Drake wanted to talk to Travis about this. As a doctor and a werewolf, Travis should know a thing or two about these things. But how can he explain the situation without disclosing that Talia is his mate? 'You can talk to Gideon.', his wolf said. Drake frowned. Gideon is the shaman of the Dark Howlers pack, and as much as Gideon is needed for the spiritual guidance of the pack members, in Drake's opinion, the old guy is full of gibberish.

Before I could know what he was trying to do, Liam's hand shot out and grabbed my arm, dragging me to where Jeff was standing. "Actually, Jeff," Liam said smoothly, pulling me back beside him, "I'd like you to meet Darell Blackwood. You must have heard about him, right?” “Of course I have. The supreme alpha of the US.” Jeff smiled, his eyes glittering with admiration as he stretched out his hand for a handshake. “It's an honor to meet you. I’ve heard so much about you.” I accepted his handshake. “Same here.” “But how do you know…”

Drake cleared his throat and continued, "Now, about your situation. I want to help you seek justice and closure for what happened to your family. Do you have any pictures of the man who ordered the attack on your family? Or any leads, anything that could help us track him down?" Jeff hesitated for a moment before nodding slowly. He reached for a small envelope on the coffee table and pulled out a photograph. The image showed a man in a suit, a sly smile on his face, exuding an air of power and confidence. "This is him," Jeff seid, his voice tinged with bitterness. "He's the one who ordered the hit on my family."

I drive my transport unit straight back to Nighthowl Systems. Thalia Runehart looks way stronger today, though her throat still sounds like sand scraping a stone. The second her eyes catch my vest, she pulls her brows together and barks, "My boots just left the main healer's lodge. I stayed under the needles all night. I even saw Draven Calder sprint through the doors last night—turns out Vesper Vale was burning with a sudden sickness. Draven is acting like a perfect, loyal son-in-law to that family, isn't he?"

Because my goal was bigger than just exposing his exploitation. Healer Taylor ran the surgical department for the whole multispecies organisation. She was almost as powerful as the Dean himself. Dr. Alex Langford was our super-intelligent, super-resourceful dean of medicine. His uncle, Dr. Luthor Langford was the director. Alex and Luthor were Phoenixes. At 8pm, exhausted after standing on my feet all day, I reported to Dr. Rayleigh at the end of the day. "Here are my training records for today, Dr. Rayleigh. And I'll be heading to the Fenris mansion alone today." I announced.

“Magic like yours does not return on command after that. Give it time. Force it too soon and you will only set yourself back.” I accepted the advice without argument. The memory of kneeling on the ledge while the shield nearly collapsed was still too fresh. Drake moved through the camp from first light. He spoke with every group of warriors, listened to the concerns of the eastern alphas, and sent a fresh pair of messengers toward the western territories with carefully worded calls for alliance. When he passed near the fire where I sat he always stopped, even if only for a moment. Sometimes he only looked at me. Sometimes he rested a hand on my shoulder long enough for the bond to carry a qu