Walking Dead Alvin Novels & Stories

Cross’s voice sliced through the room like a blade, his tall figure filling the doorway like a dark storm cloud rolling in. Marceline’s eyes widened as she turned to face him. Alvin, however, didn’t flinch. He kept his smile, tilting his head with faux innocence. “Just having a heart-to-heart with my sister-in-law,” he replied, dragging the title with venomous sweetness. Cross didn’t waste time. His eyes locked on Alvin’s like a predator spotting prey. “Leave,” he said, his voice low and cold. Alvin raised a brow. “But we’re not done talking yet. I mean no harm.”

Leave me to explain that Rhys broke my leg to help me but my wolf's healing abilities were too limited so resetting a brutally dislocated knee would take her weeks. Zeke rushed to my side. “What the hell happened to you, Alvin? Weren't you heading to the training center with Rhys? Did you fall? Was it some kind of accident?” I couldn't even blame him for being so clueless because as soon as Rhys started walking me down, he buried his nose in a book. Even two corridors later, he was no way in sight. Right until we got to the elevator. “Why aren't you saying anything, Alvin?” He demanded.

They got out of the house early and drove in Maya's car to Yana's house. Knock! Knock!! Yana opened the door with a broad smile and they walked into the house. "Where is Alvin?" Liza asked "I'll go get him now" Yana said and headed toward the basement. She slowly walked down the stairs that led to the basement and met Alvin sleeping. She patted him softly on his shoulder and he opened his eyes, rubbing it with the back of his palm. "Your sisters are here to see you.........." He cut in "Sisters?" He sprang up to a seating position with his eyes widened