Walker Scobell Blanket Novels & Stories

I ask, pointing at the black Sherpa-lined fleece blanket among the pillows. “Of course. I brought it in here for you.” “Really?” “Yeah. You’re always complaining about how cold it is,” he says, his lips twitching. “Only when we’re outside.” “She says as she wraps the blanket around her body like a burrito.” He laughs, looking at me over his shoulder. I stick my tongue out at him but snuggle down more into the warm, cozy blanket. Reid’s woodsy and spicy scent surrounds me like an extra layer of warmth, drawing my wolf forward more, and I lift the edge to my nose, breathing it in. “It smells like you.”

His voice is soft and soothing as he comes over, slowly pulling the blanket back. “Nothing.” I say, trying to keep the blanket in place over my head. “Calista Annalisse Harlow. Ever since I've known you, since you were an obnoxious little know-it-all, you have always buried your head in blankets whenever you were upset. You always thought if you couldn't see the world or face your problems, maybe they would leave you alone.” Wyatt finally pulls the blanket back, because of course, the fucking giant is stronger than me. “Maybe I'm just fucking cold!” I snap at him.

I find a camouflage camping blanket that I can use to wrap the bitch in. Next, I put on some Kevlar gloves, before arming myself with silver weapons. Silver knives and a gun loaded with silver bullets. Silver at least will prevent a wolf from healing quickly; at worst, it can prove deadly. I can’t leave any witnesses. I always keep a stash of burner phones, coming down here twice a week to charge them, just in case. I take one and look for Jacob’s number. When I find it, I press the dial button. “Son, are you somewhere that you can talk openly?” I ask him when he answers and greets me. “I finally found her,” I tell him when he confirms he’s moved somewhere private.

The reflection staring back at her looked healthier than it had weeks ago. The fever had passed, the bruises had faded. But the scars remained. Across her neck, her wrists. The edges of her shoulders. They would always remain. A quiet knock sounded behind her. Bobby stepped inside again. This time he carried a light shawl. Soft gray wool. Simple. "It'll be cold tomorrow." He held it out. "And..." His eyes drifted briefly toward the scars visible above her collar. "...it might make things easier." Rowena looked at the shawl for a long moment, then she gently pushed it back toward him.

"But you have to leave the blue blanket on the chair." ​"I don't have a blanket," Lucas said, his boots clicking as he followed Leo toward the first step. "I have the red truck." ​"Toby has the red one," Leo said, not looking back as he climbed. "Yours can be the blue one." ​Julianna let go of Bella’s sweater. She didn't run, but she took three slow, deliberate steps toward Maya, her hand reaching out until her small fingers touched the gray wool of Barnaby’s ear. Maya didn't pull the rabbit back. She just turned the tractor sideways, leaving the space between them completely open.

I tell her. “Now, my first question is who are you working with?” I ask her. “I don't know what you're talking about, I'm not working with anyone.” She tells me. I tsk at her. “You see, that was the wrong answer Scarlett.” I tell her, I reach into the black duffel bag that I brought for this specific occasion and then I bring out one stem of the wolfsbane that I kept in there, that's after I put on my gloves though.

“She said that?” “Yes.” She’d said other things too, but Isadora didn’t want to divulge too much. She was happy he didn’t ask for more details since she preferred to be the most interesting female during a date and would have felt slighted if he asked more about the woman he once—maybe still—loved. “So where are we going?” He chuckled. “We’re almost there. If you look in the back there are some clues.” Glancing to the backseat, she saw a folded tartan wool blanket, and a shovel. “Are you planning on burying me alive?”

Even though I knew it had been Layla. “That was me but Bridge helped. She was holding your toe while I painted. We kept getting tickled though cause you kept on jerking your toe away.” She said smiling. “I heard you … I thought I was dreaming. Something was tickling me.” I said as she slipped on my socks and pulled a beautiful cozy blanket up over me. It was like my other one at home.. only this one was solid gray. “Where did this come from?” I asked. “I got it for you. I thought it would keep you cozy..” Layla said.

"Alright, alright, I agree. You will be driven by Peter and rest in Pandora. But the doctor will still examine you. She’ll be on standby there. So when you come, she can check your condition right away. Understood?" "Understood." I then cleaned Skylar again including replacing all her clothes with mine. I made sure she wasn't cold by layering her clothes in several layers. I put on my socks, gloves, and scarf. Although oversized at least this would protect her during the ride. And last, I wrapped her in a thick blanket. "It's not winter," she protested. I ignored her protest. Instead, I walked her straight to my car. "I'm embarrassed for people to see." "They're jealous," I retorted.

She was speaking to the officers and bodyguards outside. Gavin turned on the lights, then closed the door behind them. He followed Winter toward the bed. Skyla lay under the blanket. The lower half of it was flat against the mattress, making it clear at a glance what was missing beneath it. She lay there motionless, like a broken doll. Winter’s gaze swept lightly over the blanket. The corner of her mouth lifted faintly. “You wanted this so badly, and now you finally got what you deserved. At least you don’t have to pretend anymore. Congratulations.”