Who Are The Scars In Last Of Us 2 นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I snapped, my voice cracking. “No,” he said firmly. “I don't understand what you are saying. I just got here.” I stared at him, searching his face. His voice was different. It was softer. And then I saw it. The scar. This Elias had a scar on his jaw. The other one—the one who shouted at me—had a scar on his neck. I stepped back, my breath catching. “You…” I whispered, still staring. “The other you had a scar on his neck. Yours is on your jaw.”

Tamara said as Alice nodded before they left the house. After Gray left the girls, he immediately went looking for Scar and Lauren. His heart pounded in his chest as he thought about them finding Lorriane's killer. He knew for a fact that whoever had killed Lorriane wasn't going to make it out alive. Having his gun in defense mode, Gray walked towards the room in the back. As he got closer and closer, he began to hear sounds of people hitting and beating one another followed by painful groans and moans. As he bend the corner, the sight of Scar laying breathlessly on the floor made his blood boil. Scar seemed to notice Gray's presence as she looked up at him with pleading eyes before pointing

But she wasn’t— She wasn’t this. I turned back to Scar. "Tell me everything. Now." Scar ran a hand over his throat, rubbing the red marks where my grip had been moments ago. His smirk was gone. His usual arrogance buried under something much heavier. "When I got there, it was already too late," he said, his voice rough. "The air was thick with smoke. The bodies—" He cut off, exhaling. "Damien, there was nothing left. Not even a damn structure standing. Just rubble and bodies. So many bodies."

And gradually, like a flower wilting, her mother had distanced herself from her second daughter until they barely ever saw each other anymore except on special occasions and even then, her mother never looked her in the eyes. Scar had lost not only a sister and a mother to the Lauchair clan that night fourteen years, but she had also lost herself. And till she took her last breath, she would never forgive everyone of that despicable pack. Talk about the scar, the nature of the two clans.

There were plenty of men floating around in the MC orbit that he’d never heard speak, even if he knew them through word of mouth, maybe even glimpsing them himself from a distance. Or across a scene of battle. Is this a friend or a foe? Or is he in the middle of switching from one side to the other? “Yeah,” Scars said. “You’re looking for a few people,” the man said. “Two of them are pretty small.” Scars held his breath, then exhaled slowly. “Yeah.” “I know where they are. Them and Wolf Connor.” Scars had a hundred questions that he wanted to ask, everything from Who the fuck are you?, to How the fuck do you know any of this?, to What the fuck do you want in exchange for your help?

Chapter 2 “Thank you” he said lifting her hands to brush his lips in an airy kiss, whilst studying her face. She had amazing hazel green eyes, he imagined drowning in them but as he looked deeply into them, he saw something sad lurking behind them, she seemed to have hidden them quite well and Richard had a sinking feeling that she hide it even from herself, someone had hurt her badly and she pretended to not feel the pain, Richard felt his hands fist up and realized that he actually wanted to strangle that person and hurt him even worse than the way he had hurt this woman.

She dropped my bag onto the bed and moved to fluff the pillows. "I'm sorry for dragging you into this," I said, setting my laptop on the bedside table. "You shouldn't have to deal with my problems." Maya stopped and pointed a finger at me. "Stop that. I was your friend long before Julian came along, and long before Clara started acting crazy. You don't owe me an apology for anything." I managed a small smile, "Thanks, Maya." "Get some sleep. Tomorrow is going to be a long day." I changed into my pajamas and got under the covers. But every time I closed my eyes, I saw that photo with a steel nail driven through my face. It took hours before I finally fell asleep.

Pathetic bastard! I dropped to my knees beside Scar who was already on the floor, groaning in excruciating pain. He was bleeding—bad. Real bad. The bullets had gone clean through his lower abdomen, just below the ribcage. The kind of shot that shredded the liver. The kind you don’t survive. And I hated to admit that, I hated it so damn much. Scar was my right hand man, he was the second in command and now he was on the floor battling his life, all I could do was watch.

the scarred brute explained. “I want a detailed report from the scouts. Make sure they stay hidden and keep with the wind to blow their scents in the opposite direction. I want multiple wolfsbane vials on them at all times in case they are found.” He looked at the man next to him. “Nash, pick twenty smaller and faster men to be in charge of that.” Nash, the scarred second, nodded. So Nash was his name? I couldn’t wait to watch Xander tear him limb from limb. There was no greater gift I could present to my mate.

The little bit of light hits them just right. Both men are covered in scars. Deep ones. The kind left by torture and silver weapons. Wounds like that don’t heal clean on our kind. But the green‑eyed man looks like he took the worst of it. A deep scar cuts across his cheek, another over his eye, though the eye itself seems intact. The two men in the cell across from them look just as battered. They all seem to be in their twenties, older than me. I look away from the smiling man.