Novelas y relatos de Young Derek Hale

Derek said. Before I could react, Derek pulled me into a friendly hug that caught me completely off guard. When I finally stepped back, his eyes sparkled with nostalgia. “It's been what–Ten years?” “Almost twelve,” I replied, laughing softly, “Wow, you haven't changed much.” “I'd like to say, I've aged gracefully,” Derek said playfully. Then, he noticed Max standing a distance away. He extended a hand, “I didn't mean to interrupt–hey, I'm Derek Harlan. Elena and I went to high school together.”

Rumors called Clive Hartley many things—brujo, shaman, zombie, the walking dead, even—but Derek had never believed them, always figuring they were bullshit stories and nothing else. Now, however? He desperately hoped the stories were true, because if not . . . he was fucked. “People say you know about this kinda shit. Ya gotta help me.” Clive Hartley leaned into hissing lantern light, bright green eyes narrowed, deep lines creasing his thick skin. “Somethin’s growin inside ya. Ken see it in yer eyes.” “Please.” A pause. Hartley folded his hands on the wooden table. “Tell me how.” Derek shuddered as pieces of himself fell away inside.

He nods his head “With Jax being an asshole I needed a new Beta. His name is Cole” “Cole” I mutter quietly trying to make his name sink in “Cole has been a member of this pack for as long as I have, he is one of my oldest friends. I’m sure you will like him” A few moments later the door opens and in walks a well built man wearing just a pair of jeans, was he not cold because it was freezing outside. He was easily 6 foot tall, tattoos running the length of his arms and flowing out on to his chest. Blonde hair that was short and neat. He shakes Daryl’s hand and smiles at me, his blues eyes resting on my own “You must be Luna Ashley”

"The Ironwood Pack controls the entire trade border. If we don't secure a partnership with Kaelen, the winter famine will ruin us. You’ve been in classes with that girl. Find a way to talk to him through her. Now." Derek moved through the crowd like a man walking toward a firing squad. He intercepted them near the fountain, his face pale. "Alpha Kaelen," Derek said, bowing his head in a show of respect that would have been unthinkable a week ago. "It is an honor to have you in Oak Haven." Kaelen’s icy blue eyes flickered over Derek with bored indifference. "And you are?" "Derek of the Blackwood Ridge, sir. We... we share several tactical classes with your companion." Derek looked at Leah, hi

"He got rid of his own father. So tell me, if he could do that to family, what do you think he'd do to someone he only sees as a business asset?" My pulse pounded. Derek wasn't perfect, but he wasn't cruel. What if Elian wasn't telling the truth? "If you still think I'm lying, ask him about Serena Woods." "Who?" "One of his college classmates. Derek nearly ruined her life after she exposed him for stealing property that wasn't his." "Stop." My voice came out sharper than intended. But Elian kept going. "Derek Hale isn't the saint you think he is." "Stop it!" I clamped my hands over my ears. "I said stop!"

The bare minimum to survive whatever came next. Because now we knew for sure. Ryker hadn’t just survived. He was watching. Had been watching. And if we didn’t move first, he’d do worse than take the game back. He’d end it—on his terms. ** Hale stepped in behind me, his footsteps soundless on the cracked tile floor, even with the weight he carried in his arms. A tablet. A folded map. A radio frequency jammer. He laid it all out on the steel desk like pieces of a puzzle already half-solved.

"I'm proud of you, son. So proud." He died with that smile, that pride, that love finally spoken aloud. Derek's howl of grief shook the mountains themselves. Every wolf for miles answered, their voices raising in mourning for an Alpha fallen, in recognition of an Alpha risen. At twenty-one, Derek Cross became the youngest Alpha in Nightshade history. The signet ring fit perfectly on his bloodied hand.

“This is a lot of information. Since you mentioned her, what about my mom?” Hartley’s face grew dim as he began speaking about his ex-wife. Derreck didn’t know much about his mom; Hartley avoided the topic as long as he could, but Derreck is 26 now, he’s no longer a little kid. Though he would never admit it, he yearned for his mother and Joshua did too.

They all had to bond in a way, Marcus, Edna and Derek. “But how?” Derek asked “Well, connect deeper just like we all did at Joe’s Diner, but like I said deeper” he said tilting his cap and disappeared into the night in his grey coat. “Well let’s just share personal stuff about our past and see how it helps huh?” Marcus said as he sat on the floor. “I’ll go first” Derek said with his head down to the ground DEREK’s PAST Derek Haligan had always known that he was different. As a child, he was constantly aware of his pale complexion and sharp teeth, but it wasn't until he reached his teenage years that he truly understood what he was. Derek was a vampire.