Trapper Jake 소설 & 이야기

Seeing him stand up for me made me feel so special. Mandy clenched her fists firmly, "that loose lip." "Yea, how dare he? No one has ever called us dumb or stupid." Mckayla added. "We are gonna shift our focus from Trina." "What?" Mckayla raised her brows. "Trina will no longer be our target. Jake will. We are gonna make his life miserable and make him regret choosing that ugly Trina over us. I learnt that his birthday is next week. We are gonna ruin his party for him using Trina."

“Don’t fucking move you son of a bitch.” Jason’s mouth twitched with anger. “Where the fuck is Tracy?” The attacker’s fists hit Jason in his jaw trying to do more damage, but Jason’s face only turned slightly in the direction he hit him towards. “I’m assuming you must be Jake.” He replied, wiping his mouth. Jake went into his pants and pulled out a pistol. Jason held his hands up instantly. His face never showed any signs of fear. “I know Tracy came to you today, where is she?” Jake asked again his voice breaking.

Jake's eyes then move to me, they appraise me for a moment, from head to toe but his expression remains unchanged. "This is the girl? Looks too dainty to be a criminal." Jake comments. "She is not a criminal." Tracker replies, gesturing with his eyes for me to take a seat. I comply, warily taking the seat beside Tracker, my eyes still fixed on Jake. "What then? Why would you leave some girl under my care, if not a criminal?" Jake asks, his brows furrow in displeasure. "I am only carrying out my orders...as always, Jake." Tracker responds, perfectly calm.

Suddenly, Jake caught the smell of his mate through the stench of the vomit. “Liana,” he breathed. A deep growl rumbled from his chest as he leaped down the steps and sprinted across the lawn. A few men grabbed him to stop him from approaching the vehicle, but he would not be held back. Normally they’d be right, it wasn’t his place to risk his life by touching the poisoned victims, but this was different. Someone had tried to murder his mate! Jake snarled, throwing the men away easily as he continued towards the vehicle, warning others away with his growls. He reached in passed David and lifted Lia up from the back seat of the jeep. David bent in next and lifted out a grey wolf who smelt eno

Thomas said there was no one inside and moved a few steps ahead, telling me to stay where I was while he made sure there were no more enemies outside. He looked around and signaled for me to move forward. Apparently, there was no one. I took nervous steps toward him, but instinctively glanced to the side and saw two wolves from the opposing side. They were lying on the ground, with deep claw marks across their chests, and dead from a bullet hole in the head. I breathed heavily. I felt nauseous. “They’re dead, right?” “I had to kill them to get through,” Jake confessed as if nothing else mattered. He noticed my expression. “I would do anything for you.”

The door felt heavier than it should have been. Inside the nursery, the soft glow of the night lamp cast gentle shadows. I lowered myself into the rocking chair and cradled the baby, humming under my breath. Slowly, his cries faded into soft hiccups, then quiet breaths. Finally he dozed off. But my chest still ached. Jake leaned against the wall, watching us. His eyes softened, then hardened again, as if two men lived inside him now. One a father. One a hunter. “We’ll bring her back,” he said quietly. “No matter what it takes.”

She needed to plant her feet firmly on the ground. “Welcome to Feral Passions.” He walked directly toward Anne with his hand out. She shook hands with him, but hers totally disappeared in his. She bit back a nervous giggle as that old cliché popped into her head, about the size of a man’s hands and feet correlating to his … No. She was not going there. “You ladies must be Cheraza, Christa, and Stephanie. I’m Traker Jakes. We were getting worried about you. I hope the trip wasn’t too difficult.”

I knew he dreamed of the day when he would kill me, but he and I both knew that day would come too late if he didn't fulfill his destiny as he was led by Alex's side. "A tiskit a taskit, the scarecrow's out his casket, turn out your lights and lock your doors. Praying that he passes," Jake sang lowly as the song changed, watching his rapist wither in the pit before him. He wasn't a bad kid before he died he might as well have been an angel, but he fell from that grace when that sack of shit took advantage of him and his trust. "Jack, never forget your mission, and you'll do fine. Jake, take Jacks' training as you have, but don't forget where you came from. Ever."

His IR strobe blinked once. “Draxus!” he yelled, then whispered, “Come out, come out, wherever you are.” The Direwolf dropped from above an awning and landed behind a stalled tram. Jake turned, couldn’t see him, and ran west. Not fast. Just fast enough to keep his scent in the air. He ran until he reached a loading bay and took off his goggles. There, he set up a trap for the Direwolf. He ducked under an upper rope, carefully hopped the lower, and slid through under the roller door.

But it didn't appear to work on a brawny guy like Aiden Reiner. "I am not afraid of anything. I just lost interest in working." I stated. "Under me?" he added, and his firm lips curved into an arrogant smile. "Look, Mr Reiner, I don't know what happened between the two of you. But you are making my friend upset. Please leave her alone. " Jake interjected. Aiden cocked his head and gave him a cold stare. "And who are you?" "Jake Scott, Sydney is my friend. She came here with me. And now we are leaving." Jake stated, his gaze fixed on Aiden.