Vigilante Deku Scarf Romane & Geschichten

It is not a small pond. When I reached the end of the bridge there's a rope which was used to tie a boat. Anyone can easily enter and leave the park without getting caught by the cameras. Carefully I searched my surroundings and at the end of the bridge's fence is something hanging and by the looks of it, it's a scarf? I took that scarf and examined it and the fragrance which is coming from that scarf. I know whom it belongs to. It is Scarlett's scarf and there are initials at the end of the scarf "SR", it could mean Scarlett Rose. I didn't waste anymore time and dashed out to the park to make sure that this scarf is scarlett's.

I approached her carefully, but when I was in front of her, she cowered away. I sighed under my breath. I could only hope their asshole of a father hadn't given them PTSD. "I'm Matteo and I'm not going to hurt you, I promise." She looked up at Jules and only when Jules nodded did she move closer to me. "Why are you wearing a scarf?" Her small hands immediately went up to the scarf around her neck. "Laura said I should to avoid questions." "Can you take it off for me?" Slowly, she removed the scarf, unveiling the glaring red marks on her neck. Fuck, did this man go around choking everybody? Jules sighed as well, looking at me.

The wool was soft, the weave so precise it looked like it had been grown rather than made. "Is this... hand-knitted?" Isolde asked, her fingers tracing the complex pattern. "By our Beta," Elara said, glancing at Silas, who was standing as straight as a spear. "He finds it helps with his tactical focus. It’s a Ridge tradition." "A tactical focus," Lady Isolde repeated, looking at the scarf with something approaching awe. "My Beta only focuses on which territory to pee on next." The room erupted in laughter. The tension—the cold, icy weight of judgment—vanished in a heartbeat.

Dixie had intended to assert dominance over Mia, but her plan seemed to have backfired! With a knowing smile, Mia glanced at them. "So, if mine aren't knockoffs, does that mean yours are?" Dixie's expression froze as she struggled to come up with a response. Undeterred, Mia pressed on. "These scarves are limited edition, with just a single authentic piece available across all the malls in Jeinburg." Seizing the opportunity, Dahlia reprimanded Dixie, "I told you to buy the scarves from the mall, but you insisted on having a friend buy them for you! Look what happened—you got scammed, didn't you?"

Violet 9 AM I fumbled with the scarf around my neck for what felt like the hundredth time this morning, huffing and puffing as we stood outside, waiting to say our goodbyes to the Bloodrose. At last, Fergus and the pack would finally travel back home today. Though the morning sun was bright and warm against my skin, an occasional breeze forced me to keep the scarf in place. I kept adjusting it, and the more I touched it, the more paranoid I became that everyone could see exactly what I was trying to hide. The mark. Kylan’s mark.

Forest Paw was running out of time to be released early from training, and this wolf who is studying me is their chance at finally being able to claim this scarf for victory. Suddenly, my body is tackled to the ground. Whoever it is that made their move causes the two of us to roll on the cold forest floor. The scarf is then snatched from my waist band and a small body stands above me, holding it in victory above her head as her pack mates cheer and mine stare at her in disbelief.

It immediately opened. Curious, I entered and kept watching the place with the flashlight. Suddenly, my eyes caught something. I walked toward it and it seemed like a cloth piece. I picked it up and hold it carefully under the light, only to gasp aloud. It's a scarf! It belongs to Victoria! She wore it today! Her mother gifted her this scarf a few days ago! If she didn't come here, then what the fuck is this doing here!? Something is wrong! I need to find it out!

I asked her, and she looked at the water and looked at me. "You won't gain the magic of the Valkin," she said, and I was in shock. "Your mate has no wolf. You can only gain the magic when her wolf comes. She is just as good as a chosen for now," she said, and I was shocked. I looked at Maxwell and Clay, and the shock registered on their faces too. "Will she ever gain her wolf?" I asked, and she looked at me. "What is her name?" Elsa asked. "Scarlett Vladislav," Clay responded, and she looked at us.

Yet, I was so wrong. When I saw Jackal that day, I saw something in him that made me back out and depart the room. A ray of light, though not a dazzling one, united Scarlet and Jerk. Looking into my clairvoyance, I realised I had underestimated my enemy. Not only was he linked to Scarlet, possibly someone she had known when young, he was also not an ordinary human.

I asked, trying to divert my thoughts from what had almost happened in the room. "A welcome gift!" Callista handed me the box enthusiastically. "Come on, open it!" I carefully unwrapped it and found an emerald green silk scarf with beautiful silver ornaments at the ends—the emblem of the Nightveil Pack, a wolf howling under the moon. "Callista, this... is so beautiful," I whispered, running my fingers over the soft silk. "Do you like it? I had it specially made to match your favorite color," she said, squeezing my hand warmly. "Oh, and there's something I want to ask you!"