Walker Scobell Backpack Novels & Stories

“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.

he smiles through yellow teeth. I don’t respond and I try and keep my face blank so he doesn’t see how scared I am. He gathers up some gear from the trunk, I notice he has our camping tent he stole from the garage. He doesn’t stop to let me change CeCe’s clothes, but he does allow me to grab the bags our parents packed us. I help CeCe put her smaller ballerina backpack on, them hoist the larger bag onto my own back. I slip Dad’s knife into the front pocket while the wolf scans the road.

After a couple moments of silence, Skylar turned around to me. “Fine. But I need to take a shower and you…” She gestured down to me. “Probably need one too.” Chuckling, I nodded. “I had to steal of the mercenaries pants. I tore through my clothes as I left the house.” Her eyes narrowed, thinking for a moment, before turning from the bathroom door and into the closet. She pulled out a backpack and set it on the table as she rummaged around in it. Pulling out a pair of sweats and a shirt that were far too large to be hers, she handed them to me.

“I've just never seen women's clothing tailored in that manner before or seen those types of materials. Your pants seem tight enough to fit like a second skin.” Scooting myself to the foot of the bed, I crouch down on my knees and open the backpack. I go through the contents and remove any useful items, such as antibiotic cream from the first aid kit. "Yeah, that's kind of the idea. They're called jeggings, by the way.” Furrowing his brow, Walker looks at me with a puzzled expression, pausing from gathering the supplies he used to clean and stitch me up. “You’re ok with random men seeing every curve and outline of your magnificent figure?”

“ She is actually a scheming bitch. I can't believe I fell for her trick thinking she is very innocent. Who does she think she is snatching the boyfriend of Natalie Walker. You need to report her to your brother in law. Wipe her away from earth to teach other bitches like her a lesson” “ I don't think she is that simple. Her backpack was designed by TY. She must have a strong backer.” The girls looked at Bianca strangely and then burst out laughing. Bianca was baffled at first but then realised she was a fool for making such statement. “ Bibi....You are so hilarious. Who on heart could be the strongest backer in the world other than the Winters'. Our Natalie here has two backers. The Winters

“You can use that big boulder over there to plug the hole. Don’t worry, we don’t have members who are half as strong as you. We’ll help you get it back once you complete your quest.” Again, I hesitated. Glancing at the Smiths, both of them gave me a nod of assurance. Then I shifted toward Tom. He gave me a nod of approval. “I don’t have a bag.” “Here, you can borrow this.” Sven tossed a leather backpack to me.

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.