Wild Card From We Can Be Heroes Novels & Stories

Pride hums low in my chest at the way he moves with me, not for me. “We sweep bridges one and two,” he says to the line. “River’s got the foundry with the B-Team. Becky’s on cameras and contracts and Elder Max is parked in our house like a gargoyle with a pen.” “Consent check,” I add. “We do not play heroes. If it glows in a way you feel in your bones, you call me.” “Yes, Beta,” they chorus, and it still makes something inside me stand a little taller.

“No. It can’t be. Mad Wolf is a rare, mythical disease. No one has it anymore.” “It is possible,” said Alpha Leonidas to him, enough to silence his Beta’s protest, then he turned his gaze to me. “Tell me more about what you are going to do to get Eros back and how Young Seb could be of help.”

My body is going crazy and I tap my foot trying to tame my wolf within. Calm down, you have to calm down. Don't embrace yourself. You're in the front, everyone will see you. I chant to myself desperately trying to choke down the feelings and tame the heat. "Welcome wolves of the Black River pack. It has been my honor to have served as your Alpha over the last 30 years. But my son, my beautiful boy, is ready to take the reins. It is my pleasure and honor to announce our new Alpha, Alpha Gavin Kavanaugh."

I woke up from the sound of my stomach growling, without a word; I stood up from lying on my bed; my face was a little hurt from the incident earlier when I saw my reflection, a big purple bruise. I sighed and held my cheek, and started to heal myself. My mom and dad were fascinated with my gift for healing, but it wasn't extravagant; like the doctors from our tribe, I could heal simple wounds or, like mine—Bruises.

Please give my regards to your Mom and Dad and enjoy your vacation, Kate said to Beth. Thank you bestie, I’ll tell them. I will miss you bestie. Please take care of yourself. Call me soon as you reached, Beth said. Yes I will. I will miss you too bestie you take care as well and they bid goodbye.

A cold draft fluttered over my bare skin when he whipped back the covers. A chill that was quickly alleviated by his hand on my stomach. He spread his fingers wide, covering all of my lower tummy, and leaned up to me. “I never wanted to be a hero until I met you. You’re mine, Brenda, and this is my baby. Do you get that? Mine. Both of you. That means you’re mine to love, mine to protect, and mine to look after. If I want to do it, I’m going to, no matter what you say. I can’t imagine it being any other way and it never will be.”

The moment he confirmed that I put on the seatbelt, he hit the gas and we revved away from the hospital. “Care to explain? This is not some kidnapping attempt, right?” I asked. “Oh, yeah. Right.” He reached out for something in the compartment of his car and handed a picture to me. “That’s Xavier Hawthorn. He is that guy I told you about. He is a mercenary with no master. Just pay him and he will be your loyal dog for as long as you can.” “A mercenary, huh. That means that his master is money itself. If someone else pays him more than I could, then he would surely turn against me. What a great suggestion you have here, Kyle.”

Then, he waved to a waiter and ordered some food for us. Jared quietened down after the orders were taken and stared at me with his eyes glazed over, looking a little lost. I knew he had taken too big a sip of whiskey earlier and was struggling to stay clear-headed. Just as I wondered if I should take the opportunity to bring up my resignation and have him approve it while he was in a daze, I realized that he was burning a hole in my head with that blatant, fiery gaze of his. I felt my goosebumps rising.

You're young and still have a lot ahead of you. It was too much. He was so beautiful and tough-looking, radiating protective energy like great wavesof heat, and it was so incredibly sweet of him to care. All she wanted was to fling herself into his arms and say oh, yes , please save me, oh, my hero, my mate. She hated herself for being so tempted, for feeling so helpless. She wrenched her arm away and stumbled , catching herself on the trunk of a tree. She dashed her tears away roughly with the sleeve of her jacket.

“What?” “It doesn't look dangerous father,” she said, her voice trembling. “It’s old and weak. It’s not… it’s not hurting anyone.” Garrick’s lips curled into a sneer. “Weakness is no excuse. A wolf is a wolf. You hesitate now, you’ll hesitate when it matters. And hesitation is what gets you killed.” He thrust his chin toward her. “Take the shot.” Her pulse thundered in her ears. Her hand fumbled as she pulled an arrow from her quiver, notching it against the bowstring. She drew, the string biting into her fingers, the old wolf lifting its head to meet her aim.