Walker Scobell Blanket Novels & Stories

Aftercare is depicted with warmth and humor. Marco carefully unraveled the crimson silk, his touch feather-light against the faint, red impressions left behind on her skin. The moment her arms were free, Leo enveloped her in a ridiculously oversized, impossibly fluffy cashmere blanket he had procured from a hidden cabinet, cocooning her until only her flushed face was visible.

​ The Scavenger—I could only assume it was one of them—shown aside a thicket of brush covering the entrance to the crevice. ​ He was huge, dressed in ragged, dark leather, with eyes that glowed an unnatural, toxic yellow. A wide gash was bleeding profusely down his chest, likely from Kael’s silver claws. ​ "Look at what the mighty Silver Alpha was protecting," the Scavenger sneered, his lips pulled back from his teeth. "A filthy, wolf-less toy." ​ I didn't move. I simply held his gaze, trying to project the kind of cold defiance Kael Blackwood would expect. I reached into my pocket, my finger hovering over the locator button—press once for danger, twice for Elias.

He had no blanket, so the only thing covering his body was a worn-out red scarf with fuzzballs. That was the first scarf I ever knitted. The stitches were crooked, and I had even missed a few loops. All in all, it was ugly. Back then, I had given it to Hunter with utter excitement. He simply glanced at it before tossing it into the bottom of the closet. "Stella, seriously? You have the nerve to give me this kind of trash? If I wear this outside, I'm just asking to be embarrassed." Back then, his words had cut deep.

When I stubbornly pushed it away from my face, his smile widened, amusement playing in his sharp gaze. “What? What’s wrong? Does it stink?” Rodger started to sniff the blanket to find the source of my current temper tantrum. “It reeks,” I muttered under my breath. “Poor girl,” Rodger pulled the blanket off me. “It hasn’t been washed in a while. I guess it's time.” I wanted to hold on to the blanket and tell him it was fine, but not with Miles watching. He looked cocky enough without me showing him how much I needed his scent.

Ohh well, it was less expensive to get a new covering than to get a new camera lens. "Hello." She heard someone say and then a pair of feet come to stop in front of her. She looked up from the extremely polished shoes, up the well ironed three piece suit, to the person's face and she was greeted by the kindest eyes she'd ever seen, her eyes widening in awe. Slowly she got up. He smiled and stretched his hand for a handshake. "Strangely I feel like we've met before. Megan Walker right?" He watched her eyes, he could tell that she was shocked to the bone because she stood firm and couldn't move her hands to meet his. He put his hand back into his pocket.

Scott pulled me out of the water until we were back in his trunk again. I thought I blanked out. I literally swallowed a lot of water through my nose. Scott removed the blanket from the floor of the trunk. "Take your shirt off" he said. I know this is not the time to argue so I pulled the wet material up and over my head. Scott's eyes blazed on my skin before he wrapped me up in the blanket. I touched my cheeks sure they were flushing red. I was putting on a cotton bra. Not so attractive. But Scott didn't call me out on it. I was expecting him to say something sarcastic or rude but he was too busy in trying to keep me warm.

I’ve improved with each try, and today I’ll finish the scarf. I’m fairly pleased with it actually. It’s bamboo yarn, dyed a deep blue I thought might bring out the color of Rob’s eyes. If nothing else, it’s soft and strong, with good drape and an attractive luster, and will keep falling snow off the back of his neck and hands when he’s outside. When the scarf is done, I tuck everything away in its bag, hiding it under the seat of my truck. I’ll start on the hat or gloves, either when Rob goes out or at the library tomorrow.

Cole and Melissa stood by the door watching her, their expressions that of sadness and pity for the young lady. Melissa looked up at Cole and sighed. "Let's give her a few minutes to take it all in," she said and held Cole’s hand, leading him to the living room. Amber's eyes, though blurry, caught sight of a black scarf, lying on the floor beside the bed. She crawled to it and took it in her hands, more tears streaming down her face. It was Axel's favorite scarf. She figured it must have fallen off while he was packing. Amber held the scarf to her chest and broke out in sobs, her fingers running over his initials that he had imprinted into the scarf himself. She had sat in his arms while he

I went out to the cabin, on my way in I met with Moon eyes, she was sitting on her pouch. I gave her a nod as a greeting, I can tell she already knows what is going on. “Alpha,” she called, I watched as she walked down the pouch. “Here,” she said when she got to me, she placed a bag in my hands. “What is this?,” I asked. “It is for Elina, it is a blanket made from. A wolf fur, she is lost, this will bring her back, cover body with it then have faith,” she said.

Lizzy’s [POV] As much as I hated it, I couldn’t despise Elliot. It had been less than twenty-four hours, but Evan had already put him through the wringer, and Elliot had taken it all in stride. My wolf followed him through the store as he loaded a cart with non-perishable things—a crib, crib sheet, and a fuzzy blanket. He let Evan pick the blanket and ended up with one with a massive, realistic-style dinosaur on it. I would’ve said no to that if I’d been there because it was a little creepy. But Elliot didn’t seem to think it was worth the battle, and Evan was holding it in a death grip.