Undertale Determined Novels & Stories

Naturally, Grendel let Caleb have the final say, as it was unquestionably his right. Even though the Zorondan representatives and Flog were unhappy with that, none of them dared to say a word when those spots were won by Caleb alone. In the tent, Luna was smiling at Caleb as she purred, "You won this for us, Caleb. Just decide whoever you want to bring into the secret realm. It's all up to you!" Udal and Murin both nodded in agreement, while Grendel's retainers didn't dare say a peep.

"And if you don’t leave right now, you’ll see just how fast I can make this place flood with werewolves. You might be tough, but you can’t take on hundreds. Try me." Nathan gave a mock bow. "I’ll be waiting for your answer, sweetie," he winked before turning on his heel and leaving. Penny turned to me, still fuming. "I’m dying to know what that was about. But first—tell me about that plan or yours. I need to know you and my niece or nephew are going to be safe." I took a deep breath. "Fine. But my plan depends on your answer. Is there an underground basement at the castle? One only a few people know about?"

Besides, she was very happy with her pup and her family. Randolph, on the other hand, was the youngest of all my siblings. He was weak and found his mate when he was seventeen. She was one of our lowest-ranking wolves and was pregnant with triplets. He, being an alpha, and she, being an omega, were in a very precarious situation. When he was too far from her, the pups would drain her physically, so he rarely left her alone for more than half a day. In theory, he should have been my beta, but he passed it on to my best friend, Rick. He was the better choice, but had Randolph wanted it, it was his right.

"Of course, Mr. Sinclair. I'll make sure the message is delivered loud and clear." As the call ended, Mace leaned back in his chair, his eyes glinting with a cold determination. He had taken the first steps in the battle for the bungalow, and he was prepared to do whatever it took to secure the property that he believed was rightfully his. The threat hung in the air like a storm cloud, and Nysaa Everhart was about to face the full force of Mace Sinclair's manipulative power.