Wallace Wells Comic Mga Nobela at Kwento

That was, of course, Wendy. Wendy was quite the looker, and she was also well-read with high academic accolades. Wallace had fallen for Wendy, and the two of them had gone on a trip across the country under Chad's support. This was to grow Wallace and Wendy's relationship, but also for Wallace to stay away from the terrible influence he called friends. Wallace was in Seechertown wandering around Octocharm Town when he bumped into Wilbur, and everything else happened there. Wallace had only found out through the call that the Weiss clan had found out about the ore the Lesters had dug up and reached out wanting to purchase it.

But before he could throw the punch— Wallace grabbed his arm. The movement was so quick it happened almost before anyone else noticed. Crawl froze mid-swing. Wallace didn’t even look at him as he held his wrist firmly. He had simply seen it coming. Wallace had always been like that. Observant. Predictive. He read people the same way some wolves read the wind. It was exactly why he was so good as my beta. “Easy,” Wallace said calmly. Crawl exhaled slowly and lowered his arm.

"Have you not known what is going on for the past two months?" Judging by his handsome facial confusion, I guess he doesn't know. I groan and rub my face. "Wallace and whoever he was with went to the swamp. They all turned feral" before coming to the Blue Moon Pack territory, and there was a campfire and empty beer cans. It seems Wallace and his friends were having a peaceful night, not knowing the miasma lingers there. By the time I got there, three of his friends were mauled. As if they were butchered with so much anger.