Walker Scobell Blanket Novels & Stories

I wanted her out of here, now. Bruce came back with a blanket he had found somewhere. It smelled musty but it would work for what we needed. I wrapped it around her and then lifted her up, carrying her up the stairs. Toby bounded ahead of me, shouting commands at the wolves. Bruce, Toby and I piled into one car, Addie laying across my lap in the backseat. The rest of the warriors were cleaning up at the cabin and would meet us back at the Pack house.

I whispered against his lips. “Good idea,” he replied, and moved back to stand. Just then we both heard Maw and Bear coming down the hallway. “Raincheck?” I asked. “Counting on it,” Gabriel said with a wink. I put my mug on the side table, followed by my notebook and reference books. Then I extricated myself from the thick blanket I was currently wrapped in. The blanket was an anonymous gift for me, even though I think Gabriel could scent whichever one of the wolves brought it for me.

Scott leaned casually against the couch, holding his beer, watching her with amusement in his eyes. "Are you afraid of cold weather?" "Obviously." Hayley nodded immediately. "The second autumn starts, I have to wear thermal layers. And when winter comes, I wear two." She really was sensitive to cold. Back during that mission with Liam in the wholesale clothing district during a snowstorm, she had been surrounded by people while sleeping and still felt freezing the whole night. After hearing that, Scott quietly set down his beer, stood up, and walked into the bedroom. When he returned, he was carrying a blanket for her.

"Here are the supplies, Grandma." "Thank you, my boy." She washed her hands quickly and started putting things away. That's when her eagle eye landed on the brown bag I still held, from which the corner of the light blue wrapping paper peeked out. "What's that?" "Nothing," I replied too quickly. She raised an eyebrow, dried her hands on her apron, and came closer. "Marco Hill, you are a terrible liar. Since you were knee-high. Show me." With a sigh, I handed her the bag. She pulled out the package and unfolded the paper, revealing the blanket. Her eyes widened, and then a huge smile, full of pure love and mischief, lit up her face.

The thought almost made me sick. "Kyle, grab Stella something to put over her please." Trevor yelled out, Kyle running into the laundry room and back out with a robe and a blanket. He held the blanket out in front of me as I shifted back, throwing the robe on quickly and pulling the blanket down once I was decent.

In this forest I couldn’t control how much of my scent I masked, my wolf remained so calm that I didn’t feel the need to put in any effort. Any normal person would not have noticed my slip up, but Aspen wasn’t a normal person. Heck! I doubted if he was a normal wolf. I’d never seen one with such a shade, or eye color…or size. “I…I…thank you for the blanket,” I stuttered, looking around and realizing it had slid down my body at some point. I picked it back up and covered my trembling shoulders. Not just from the cold but from the fear that I’d almost just been caught.

“Hand them here.” He passes me a purple crocheted blanket, and I rub it against my cheek. Auntie Madwen knit this. I’ve had it since I was a pup. He gives me more—patchwork quilts and pillows and flannel sheets, a down comforter, thin but warm and soft. I pile them just so. Almost perfect. Not quite. I shove everything to one side and start again. Cadoc is watching me, and that’s fine. I don’t need him yet. Not until I get it in order.

Skye had told me that I wasn’t able to tell anyone and I had to keep it hidden. When I was around anyone, she would disappear so others couldn’t sense her. She was a beautiful wolf, I don’t understand why she wanted to hide. But I hadn’t questioned her reasons. Skye was a large black wolf with vibrant blue eyes and she had a white crescent moon on her left hip.

One item was a blanket. Knitted, carefully, in the colors of the pack. Left without a note. Brennan's handiwork, Reyna suspected, based on the specific pattern. I thought about Brennan, who had stood in the doorway and said good and nodded and left, spending the hours since knitting a blanket in the pack's colors for the children of his Alpha and Luna. The tears came again. Not the overwhelming flood of the morning. The quieter kind. The specific, gentle tears of someone receiving something that was given without fanfare and is the more valuable for it.

The heavy weight of the briefcase in Caleb’s hand felt like an anchor, grounding them in the reality of their success. Half a million dollars, untraceable and cold. As the elevator rose back to the ground floor of the Vane estate, the air began to warm, but the chill in Scarlett’s soul remained. She had pushed her spiritual limits to banish the Blood-Wraith, and her life-force felt like a guttering candle in a gale. Caleb’s arm remained firmly around her waist, his body heat seeping through her leather jacket. He didn't speak, but the way his fingers dug into her hip told her everything. He was on high alert, his wolf senses prowling the corridors for any lingering threat.