Novel & Cerita Vigilante Deku Scarf

I chuckled and made my way to the door. ‘’Are you going looking like that?’’ ‘’Yeah, why not?’’ ‘’You’re going to scare kids on the street, your hair looks terrible, you look like the yetti monster from that kids cartoon, uhm.. which one was it again? yeah! Scooby-Doo. Here, put this on’’ She tossed me a scarf that was lying on the floor next to her, it was the scarf I had on from earlier this morning but the scarf only made it halfway through so I bent down to pick it up. I tied it around my head and adjusted my top a bit.

The guards, who had been standing at a distance, immediately sprang into action, forming a protective circle around River and Thane. "What's going on?" River asked, her voice tight with concern. One of the guards ran over, a burly man with a scar above his eyebrow, stepped forward. "It's a rogue wolf, ma'am," he said. "It's been spotted in the area, and we think it may be heading straight for us." Thane's eyes narrowed, his face set in a determined expression. But he knew he was confined to his wheelchair, unable to defend himself or River in the way he wanted to.

When we got to the villa, I hurried into my room to look at the shemagh. Luca said there was a map on it. I found the knitted scarf among my designer scarves in my walk-in-closet. It hung oddly, looking different and out of place. Taking it out, I held it up to take a proper look at it. All I saw was a black and blue knitting in the middle. There was no map or any other visible markings that looked like a direction. I turned it over, studying it carefully, but there was nothing.

After Serenity left, Jackson felt a sense of emptiness as he looked around the small rented home. He picked up the scarf she had left on the table and wrapped it around his neck with a slight smile. By the time Jackson walked out, Connor had been waiting outside for a long time. Connor was dumbfounded to see his boss with the scarf. Mr. Valor had never been fond of wearing scarves, but he wore a plain scarf around his neck this time. As Jackson approached, Connor managed to get a better look at the scarf. Judging by the yarn and pattern, it was certainly a hand-made scarf.

Inside lay a thick, neatly folded scarf. “This one’s from Fenir,” she explained. My lips parted in surprise. Fenir, the beta’s son, older, persistent in his efforts to win my attention, yet always respectful. We had been close in our own way, and now he had sent me something so thoughtful, meant to shield me from the bitter cold of this place. I pressed the scarf against my cheek, my heart swelling. “I can’t believe all this,” I whispered. “I wish I could thank them face-to-face.”

Soon, Alpha Marcus appeared, surrounded by his pack's loud fighting chants. The Alpha of the Scarlet Valley Pack was a tall, bulky, dark-brown-haired man with blue eyes, which shimmered coldly against his tanned complexion. I scanned his shape, evaluating his strength, and quickly registered that his broader than Draven's shoulders and overgrown muscles could make him a dangerous opponent. When I saw someone from Marcus's pack waving his hand to start the fight, I took a deep breath.

This wasn’t just a competition fighter but a threat with wings. As I stepped back to admire it, Taren approached from behind, carrying something folded over his arm. “Your mother left this for you,” he said quietly. It was a custom werewolf pilot’s scarf, charcoal-colored, with silver stitching that glimmered softly. I inhaled sharply. I hadn’t seen it in years. Taren came closer, draping it gently around my neck, his fingers brushing gently across my neck. “She said only a wolf strong enough to break history should wear it.” His voice dropped, almost reverent. “It belongs to you. And only you.”

He didn’t turn around, but his silence told her he was listening. “I’ve seen them,” she continued. “Rogues, hunters, even Alphas…they’ll work with VORTEX if it keeps them safe. Or rich.” His shoulders tensed. “Do you know any of them?” Mara hesitated. “Not by name. But… There's one face I remember. He used to trade information in the north districts. Blond hair, and a hideous scar across his chin. Always wore gloves, even in summer. I don’t know if he’s still alive, but he knew where some of the VORTEX outposts were.”

The two Dark Mountain warriors got out first. Both were large, broad-shouldered wolves in human form, alert in the way trained bodyguards always were. One had close-cropped black hair and a narrow scar beneath his jaw. The other was older, heavier through the chest, with dark blond hair pulled back at the nape of his neck and pale gray eyes that missed nothing. They stopped when Decker stepped out. Both dipped their heads immediately. “Alpha,” the older one said. Decker nodded once. “This is Edgewater Falls territory. You will show respect.”

Later, it will be a beacon when the sweat thins it out. I adjust the scratchy wool scarf around my neck—too heavy for early autumn, but necessary to hide the scars. The fabric rubs against my throat like judgment. The gates loom ahead, black marble threaded with veins of silver that catch the moonlight just right to make the snarling wolf carvings seem alive. They aren’t just warning signs. They’re promises.