Vigilante Deku Scarf 소설 & 이야기

’ A bulky chestnut colored wolf with gold markings linked his trio. **Kugri** ‘What do they want out here, with us? Don't they have enough in their bowls dealing with the Rogues?’ A smaller gray wolf growled. **Moon** ‘Their intentions are good as far as for them being in our presence. That makes them worthy of talking to.’ A pale, almost invisible wolf asked quietly. **Shyfter**

Jessica's POV I slide into the backseat of the black SUV, my fingers drumming against my purse as I glance at the man sitting beside me. He’s wearing a hoodie, face partially hidden, but I can feel the smugness radiating off him. He doesn’t speak right away. Instead, he reaches into his jacket and pulls out a silk scarf. Flora’s scarf. I recognize it immediately,cream-colored with pale blue embroidery at the edge. I’ve seen her wear it countless times, even back when we were fake-friendly. My eyes narrow.

"Take her, go. Try your best to keep her alive. I'll have some of my men drive behind you for extra protection until you get to your Pack's border. While you're gone, I'll find the witch and be with you before dawn." "That's okay by me," I reply, standing and bending over to grab Xyana. "I don't know who you trust or not, but I'll try to make my findings on my own if I were in your shoes," I tell him, buttoning Xyana's shirt to the last button, covering the mate mark in the process. I'm certain my brothers would start a war if they spot the mark while we're still in Crimson pack. Zegulf hands me a scarf that scents heavily of Xyana. I rap it loosely around her neck. Satisfied with my actions

One of the younger scouts ran in, panting. “We found something!” he said breathlessly. “What now?” I demanded. “Not rogues. Something else. You need to see it.” The blood drained from my face as he held up a torn strip of fabric—black, with a silver crest burned into it. I recognized it instantly. It was Sage’s cloak. And it was covered in blood.

The spicy and smooth flavor was satisfying, but she still kept her eyes on his scarf. She asked casually, "Alpha Lance, the knitting on your scarf is pretty bad. Did someone you know make it? You didn't buy it, did you?" Lance's cheeks turned red from coughing. He drank a few sips of water to calm the spice. "This? I've had this scarf for a long time. I think it was a wolf pup who was just learning to knit. It was the first hand-made gift I ever got, so I couldn't bear to throw it away. It's just a shame I can't remember who gave it to me."

I wish i could do somthing i feel so helpless haze is wineing in pain because he cant help and then i got a mindlike. "Alpha rogues at the north and west border" "Alert the worriers and get the woman and children to safety! im on my way" I saw scarlet come out of the room worried and confused. "Derek what is going on why is there such a comashion going i can fell thair worry and pain what is happening!" "Baby the pack is under atack just go back into the room please and stay there so i know you are safe" "What no im am thir luna and i will fight by your side and that is finel do you understand me!"

Sigwulf grabbed the laundry bag and shoved it at Astrid. “Take this, now follow me and keep up.” Sigwulf began to move and looked behind him to see Astrid standing there in shock. He quickly followed her gaze and saw three barbarians in fur clothing forcing a terrified young girl, of maybe 12 years old, to the ground. He heard a familiar shout and saw Vance decapitate the man who was on top of the struggling girl as another approached him from behind. Astrid forgotten and his sword in his hands, Sigwulf began to run towards Vance.

But somehow, Lila had attached herself to me, insisting she knew better about bargains, about quality, about ‘What the pack would truly appreciate.’ I’d tried to convince her to stay back, to let me do this on my own, but she wouldn’t hear it. She’d practically bounced up and down, saying how she could help me pick “just the right things,” and before I knew it, here I was, following her around, trying my best to look interested as she babbled on about everything and nothing. “Alpha Rune, look at this!” she called, waving a bright scarf in the air, pulling me from my thoughts. “This would be perfect for the ceremony next month. Imagine how it’ll look draped over the tables.”

Their gaze was fixed ahead, their steps cautious, like those who’ve learned that in a stone desert, not all traps clink with metal. “Three,” I whispered over my shoulder. “The left one limps. The tall one’s weapon’s on his back. The right one… has a white scarf on his wrist. Might be a mark.” “We go around,” Sadira breathed. “We don’t fight. Not even if that scarf means what I think it means.” “What does it mean?” “That they give to the others,” she said flatly, her voice turning to stone. “From prisoners, from spoils, from everything. They trade. And in those trades, there’s always something that isn’t merchandise.”

"Did anyone get close enough for a proper look? Markings, colors, anything identifiable?" The scout hesitates, something uncertain crossing his face. "One of them," he says slowly. "The lead wolf, I think, based on positioning. He was wearing something around his neck. A pendant, or a badge of some kind. I only caught a glimpse before they vanished into the tree line, but—" "But what?" I press, unease already building in my chest. "I sketched what I remembered," the scout says, producing a folded piece of parchment from his jacket, hands slightly unsteady as he passes it across the table.