Novel & Cerita Walter X Lance

It seemed like the soul behind those eyes were lost somewhere. “They still got their happy ending though. Whatever happened between those two lovebirds, I have to be happy for them.” Lance remarked. He stood up and stretched his arms towards the open air. “And you’re still single.” I uttered just teasing him. I thought making the situation a bit lighter was the right call.

Besides, Darryl seemed to be just fine even after he took a shot from Brother Walter! "What up? Don’t tell me that you guys are afraid of a brat like him! Drive up the mountain. The mountain has a poor signal. Even if they call up the police, it will not be easy for them to locate us." The camouflaged man called Brother Walter wore a grim expression and rebuked in anger when he noticed that Darryl and Megan were indeed behind their van. Even though he sounded confident, there was anxiety and anger in his eyes. The camouflaged man was named Lance Walter. He was a desperado who had done almost all evil. He fled to Donghai City and was thinking of making a big fortune, but he was unlucky to hav

Marcus Zorin said, his tone calm, but the intensity in his single red eye was enough to make Lance swallow hard. Ylva nodded, beckoning Lance over. He had no choice. “Hello… sir. I’m Lance. Nice to… I mean… it’s nice to meet you,” he stammered, hands trembling slightly. His voice cracked under the weight of the presence before him. Ylva choked out a laugh, and Lance gave her a hidden middle finger in response. “I’m Marcus Zorin,” the man said, his tone measured, deliberate.

Lance was filled with righteous fury. He actually did not expect Harvey to do it a second time. “Go! Every single one of you!” exclaimed Lance, waving his hand. “Kill him! “Rip him to shreds!” Even before Lance was done talking, more sounds of car engines were heard outside. Everyone’s eyes twitched after seeing the familiar license plates. The experts instinctively paused before they gave way. Lance was just about to lash out before he looked at the license plates with excitement. ‘That’s the grand elder and the second elder’s cars!

Walter had asked to meet the next day. Walter, who had been leading the Argents for close to three decades, stepped into leadership as soon as his father, Gregory was killed not less than ten years after he began to lead the Argents. He paced back forth as he pondered on what might be done to permanently end the Lycan race. In his late sixties, he still possessed the gait of a youth. Moving with confidence, his footsteps not faltering. His blond hair had partially greyed and wrinkle lines were evident on his face. Walter possessed the body of an old man, enough to deceive people. His looks had deceived lots of people and taken them by surprise when he'd switched to battle mode.

His hair was light, but not gray and his strong jaw was sprinkled with the start of a beard he had not yet shaved. “Walt, just calm down and let her go. Rinc will be here soon. He’ll take care of it.” A young man told him as he touched the man’s shoulder. “Don’t fucking touch me, Laran.” Walt shoved the man back. “In my day, we knew how to teach a bitch a lesson.” Walt yanked Lacee up to her feet and shoved her against the wall, face first. She looked around the room, expecting one of the people to interfere, but no one stepped in to help her.

Nolan: The moment the howls echoed, I was already shouting orders. “Alessandro, perimeter! Gamma team, north side! Move!” My voice cut through the chaos as warriors poured into the courtyard, shifting mid-stride, their snarls rising into the night. “One more thing that they would actually have the noble blood to actually give a warning.” Alessandro muttered under his breath as he looked at me. “I doubt the fact that this is their virtue, considering the fact that they are rogues, Alessandro.” I said, glaring at him before catching sight of Natalia.

I nervously giggled. As we watch, the hours go by and wolves are seen guarding the perimeter. I look at one screen and notice those bright silver eyes, the same silver eyes that I had caught watching me shower from in my backyard. Those eyes belong to a bigger wolf than the others. A big, black wolf with silver eyes. “Jade, who is that?” I asked. “Well I guess you wouldn’t know yet, but that’s Alpha Wyatt” Jade replied. “That’s why he’s bigger than the others” I played it off.

His skinny body was shaking both in fear and weakness. The former Hutton would have rushed at me and fought, but this man here can easily be beaten by one of my guards in a few seconds. "Yes, that is your payment for taking Linda's life and making my life hell, even when I was still grieving for my family and pack extinction. You never cared. I am sorry, I don't care too..." I breathed, looking away as Xander's soft palm touched me. I knew he was going to plead on their behalf. Xander, whom everyone referred to as ruthless and evil, was going to beg them to keep them alive even though they were about to kill him.

Van protested, though he took the glass anyway. "Then who's going to take care of my drunk ass?" Lance said, already reaching for two shots lined up in front of him. "You better stay sober." He downed them both in one smooth motion, not so much as flinching. "Lan, slow down," Van said, worry creeping into his voice, brows knitting together. "It's fine." Lance tipped back another drink, unbothered, unstoppable, a storm dressed up as a man having a good night.