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."

“There are werewolf hunters in this city?” “They’re everywhere,” the guy said bluntly. “And who are you anyway? How did you even find me?” Derek quickened his pace and stepped in front of him, folding his arms. “I’m Jeff,” the stranger said. “I help new wolves like you control their emotions so they don’t get wasted by hunters.” Derek sized him up, from head to toe. “I can handle my emotions. That’s none of your business.” Jeff smiled faintly. “You almost ran out of the woods in full wolf form—didn’t think about who might see you, or how the girl you like would react to that.”

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?"

“Someone’s following us … or keeping watch.” “I feel it too,” Luna said. “Like the cave has many eyes … it sees everything in it.” “It’s the druid,” Magus Jade replied. He coughed hard, then let Gared assist him in walking. “He’s watching us now.” “What? But how?” Kael asked with furrowed eyebrows. “Druids can see through the trees … through the roots that dug themselves underground. They’re connected to the system of nature. Let us continue our walk.”

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.