Walker Scobell Backpack Novels & Stories

Scar walked into the mall Annie and two bodyguards right behind her,the staff bowed as she walked into a store. She wasn't just there to prepare the stores for her new collection launch but also to solidify her presence. The manager rushed over, bowing with a smile. “Welcome ma” Scar nodded as she walked around glancing through the bags,clothes and accessories displayed in show glasses. “I heard the Atheon hitch affected the business” Scar asked. “Yes ma, transactions couldn't go through and orders weren't processed,we actually are thinking of a backup….” “Like moving to Mila”

Alexander said, tossing a sturdy canvas backpack onto the table. Jill flinched, staring at the bag. Inside rested the heavy shortwave radio. "You want me to carry this? It weighs a ton!" "You carry the comms, or you carry the wounded," Alexander replied, his silver eyes flashing with a cold, absolute authority that left no room for argument. "Your choice." Jill swallowed hard, his face pale, and silently slipped his arms through the backpack straps.

“The memory loss is total. She does not know the forest.” Matthew looked back at Betty, a tight, forced smile stretching across his scarred face. “We met briefly, Miss Betty. In the woods. You... you did me a great service. Please, take the satchel. Take the backpack too.” Betty picked up a heavy leather backpack, running her fingers along the thick straps. “I want one that is comfortable. Something that stays secure when I shift into my wolf.” Matthew nodded quickly. “This one has the chest harness. It will not slip when the bones change.”

She turned it over, searching for the price tag and found that it only cost five dollars. Pleased, she moved through the store until she found the backpacks and hiking bags, digging through them in search of one that looked to be in good shape without any bright colors. Most of them were black so it proved to be fairly easy to find what she needed and with both items, she made her way to the register to pay.

There was none. Rebecca Grey! Of all times! Her eyebrows furrowed in annoyance and she hurried over to her damp backpack. Her favourite army green backpack was a sorry sight, it laid in a puddle of water next to the entrance like an unwanted child. Rebecca would have to blow dry her backpack with the hairdryer later.

Same nerd every Dick and Harry in Stormhalt Moon Pack want to take a swing at. Taking a long deep breath, I grab the pink backpack I’ve had since I was eleven from the rack and shrug it up my shoulder. Although the leather is starting to peel, it’s difficult to let go. It was the last gift I received from my Dad before his Heroic demise. He died protecting the Alpha from an assassin suspected to be from one of the many Enemies of our pack.

I said leaving his presence and heading to the female restroom at the park making sure to stay out of sight. I chose a stall and took of my wet clothes before taking out the ones in the bag. It was a geans skirt with a long sleeved shirt and jacket and from look of it they were new cause the price tag was on it. I put the clothes on and stared at myself in the mirror, the clothes fit me well like they were made for me. I wondered how Jack knew my size. I walked out of the stall dumping my wet clothes in the thrash can before joining Jack at the pond.

“There’s a backpack in the nearby cabinet. Take it with you; it’ll be more convenient for carrying things.” Leon hesitated for a moment, but then obediently walked over to the nearby cabinet and took the backpack. It was soft to the touch, deep black in color, and embroidered with delicate runes—something extraordinary. Rose watched him with a pleased smile, her voice full of warmth. “Such a well-behaved boy.” Zalethos raised an eyebrow, his tone dripping with lazy amusement. “Indeed, a good child. I’m glad my gift was so well received too.”

she teased, her cheeks turning pink as a blush spread over her cheeks. Concerned about how they would transport their belongings, Camden asked, "How do we get all the stuff back with us?" "I usually take a backpack." He answered with a shrug. "And if a human were to see a wolf traipsing through the woods with a backpack on his back?" Camden asked, howling with laughter. "Luckily I haven't experienced anything like that yet, and hopefully I never do." Clayton replied with a chuckle. “I don’t WEAR the backpack, I just carry it,” he added with a playful smile. “I'm not sure how a person is meant to react to seeing a wolf running through the forest with a backpack on its back, but I can imagine

In the distance my eyes spot Jaxson’s backpack lying on the ground, and I had to wonder if there was anything packed in it that I could use to defend myself. Slowly and carefully, I begin to step backwards away from the two wolves making my way towards the backpack, as the two wolves snarled at each other, like they were sizing each other up. Finally, I reached the backpack, lowering myself to the ground to unzip it. Reaching inside it, I pulled out a couple of bottles of water, the candy bars that I had bought at the convenience store, a first aid kit, and lighter, nothing that would help me.