The Scavenger Hunt Dramione Mga Nobela at Kwento

Everyone looks up when I enter. Kade doesn’t smile. He just nods once. “Close the door,” he says. I do. The click feels louder than it should. He waits until I take the empty chair near Maya before he speaks. “Scouts again,” he says. “Closer this time. Three sets of prints within a mile of the southern perimeter. Same claw pattern Lila identified. Silver Moon.” A low growl rumbles from Darius. He doesn’t say anything, but his knuckles are white around the arm of his chair.

My stomach dropped. "What?" He nodded. "I hired investigators to find you after you dared to run from me that morning. It took them a week to find you." Something was slamming hard against my rib cage in a really violent way. I knew what it was. My heart. "I found out who you were—Matteo Leone, a twenty three year old bisexual man, living in your father's house like a prisoner." He leaned forward slightly. "I learned everything about you—your urm... useless family, and your situation within hours of funding you."

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

I have to make sure these scouts aren't here for her. Tristan:you're obsessed with that little sheep dude. But I've got one of my own now. I get it. Dameon: nice I looked at the chat, trying to understand what any of it means. What I got was that Dameon spotted some blood moon scouts, which wasn't unusual, that he and Tristan had some kind of altercation, and that Dameon was obsessed with a sheep. What sheep?? I groaned, trying to scroll up in the chat for more context but there weren't any

“I’m a king, not a baberian. I still know how to show etiquette when needed.” “Okay. I will send some scouts to confirm what she just said.” Hale said, heading for the door. “Good. I will go talk to our guest/ Prisoner.” Damon said. They both split and went separate ways. Hale to organise the scouts and get a map to Crescent pack from Joselyn, Damon to speak to Josh’s dad. As he walked through the corridor, heads bobbed in greeting. “Hello, again! You see I’ve had people searching for packs for any girl named Arabella within the age range I assumed she would be now.” Damon said. “We found ten people using that name, none of which turned out to be her.”

I flew around searching for Freya, but each white hunter light I spotted, wasn't her. She hadn't accepted me as her Fennid yet, so I knew her glow wouldn't be pink like mine. This was going to be harder than I thought. Gradually the sound of bones breaking against trees, screams, and whimpers began to die down. I spotted Carmen and the other hunters, but I couldn't see Damien anywhere, they were all huddled around in a circle. I landed behind them and shouted out,

Once seated on the bench there, I said to myself, “Think, Annatoria. Think. You… Yes!” I jumped to my feet. “I know it. I have it.” Back when I’d searched through Darius Thorne's office, I found some things in his hidden safe, a purple paper with a gold mark in the middle was part of it. “And I still have it with me!” As if I knew the purpose of the paper, I began dancing. Then, I stopped. “He said it holds the code. What code? Code to the safe?” My eyes widened in instant realisation. “Will I find an answer there? Dayrian, is this really from you?”

I was fading. Ava watched us, her expression unreadable. Then she walked to the window, pulling aside the heavy velvet curtain. Beyond, the cityscape of Hell stretched, a panorama of fire and shadow. "Alright, Damon," she announced, her voice sharper, more focused. "If we're going on a scavenger hunt for creation in a graveyard of gods, then we need a plan. And you, my dear dying brother, need to hold on." Her eyes, when she turned back, were full of a grim resolve I knew all too well. "Don't you dare leave Misha with this mess."

They stopped before me, the engines coming off one after the other. Henrique Crimson Sparrow took off his helmet, his short strawberry blonde visible under the full moon's light. He had a scar running down his chin. He smiled, stepping off his bike. “You nuts have a death wish, Xavier? Coming here alone?” I smiled back, a cold smile devoid of any humor. “Who says I’m alone?” Henrique Crimson Sparrow looked confused, and looked around the space. Henrique followed my movements with his eyes. Then, the forest came to life.

She dragged Scar aggressively with her and left Hazel on the floor of the barn. ****** Damon was at the middle of his trip when an arrow landed one after the other on the cart driver and the other wolves with him , they had been ambushed and they managed to fire some arrows back , it was a lost battle as majority of the wolves he had left with were dead with just ten left . It was a lost battle and so he managed to escape with the rest and getting back home the spy he had instructed to keep an eye on Scar informed him about Helen's abduction. He was shocked that Helen will ever rebel against him and so they matched towards the barn immediately. Helen was just getting out when he stopped her