Caleb's Crossing 소설 & 이야기

"Get out!" Is it possible that a thief sneaked into my room? What if he murders me? Oh God, haven't I had enough bad luck for one night? "Relax, sweetheart," he said calmly, his deep voice echoing through the suite. Sweetheart? He leaned against the doorframe, watching me closely. "You're the one trespassing in my suite. Don't blame me for walking in on the show." My jaw dropped. Trespassing? My fists clenched at my sides as I crawled back to the bed, yanking the blanket around me. "Excuse me? This is my suite. 12rb. Paid in full. You're the intruder!"

Sarah lowers her gun by half an inch. “Tell me that wasn’t a child giving us an access code.” “It was a child giving us an access code,” Renn says. Sarah looks at her. “Fine. Move.” Caleb moves before any of us do. He crosses to the door with that same careful, trained softness, as if sudden steps might bruise the room. His hand hovers near the panel. Not touching. Waiting for Trust to decide whether his intention is clean. “You should not go under nursery two,” he says.

He held one hand up, trying to stop the snapping teeth while also trying to mind link Dylan. Suddenly another rogue wolf jumped out of the forest and leaped towards the stallion. Terrified, Scarlett kicked the stallion in the sides and the animal took off in a wild gallop, disappearing into the forest in the opposite direction. The second rogue turned and instantly chased after her. Caleb plunged his claws into the rogue's chest, ripped out its black heart and kicked the lifeless body aside. Then he jumped up, shifted into his wolf and took off in the same direction Scarlett went, already mind linking Dylan.

"Where the hell are we?" Caleb didn’t answer. He slumped against the damp brick wall of the basement, his breath rattling in his chest. The air down here tasted like wet earth and rotted wood. A single, naked bulb flickered overhead, casting long, jagged shadows that danced across his bruised face. I sat on a splintering wooden crate, my hands tucked between my knees to stop the shaking. "Caleb. Answer me." "Safe," he grunted. He coughed, spitting a glob of thick, copper-tasting phlegm onto the dirt floor. "For an hour. Maybe two. The digital footprint ends at the canal. They’re hunting ghosts now."

The hallway was filled with chaos—shouts, the crackling of fire, the distant smell of wood burning. “My God, did you burn down the whole building?” I coughed, the thick smoke clawing at my throat. Caleb didn’t even flinch. “It was the easiest distraction,” he said, pulling me forward. “Now move, unless you want to go up in flames with it.” I didn’t need to be told twice. Follow me. And no matter what—don’t stop running.” Before I could respond, Caleb took off. His speed was unreal, a blur of motion that no human could match.

If he is not stopped soon, total havoc will reign over the Twin Cities and spread to every inch of this continent. “Tonight, is the Bridge’s Luna Ceremony and it would be perfect for us to try our escape,” I said to my mate. “If he catches us, he will torture me more, and I cannot take any more pain,” Chelsea said with a few tears slipping from her eyes. “We won’t get caught; we will run far away from here. Please we must do this,” I urged her. She nodded her head and we each packed up our backpacks.

Quincy hopped in the passenger seat and teased, “Caleb, I didn’t expect you to be the type that would spray perfume your car.” Caleb smiled lightly. He glanced at Quincy, started the engine, and drove away. Suddenly, Quincy felt dizzy and passed out. The same happened to Thea in the back seat. She fell back into the seat after falling unconscious. Caleb tore off the human mask and became a rather hideous-looking man. He took out his phone and called the Black Snake. “I have them. Where should I bring them now?” “You have people on your tail. Head to the suburbs and pass by the Nine Dragons Tunnel. I’ll try to block them off there.”

"They’ll find me soon. Hurry up." Then the line cut. "Dammit," I muttered, gripping the wheel tighter and flooring the gas. We arrived at Pier 17, an industrial dock lined with rusting shipping containers and flickering streetlights that barely lit the vast, empty space. The air smelled of salt and oil, the wind carrying a faint chill. Caleb stood beside his car, gripping the flash drive in one hand and a gun in the other. His face was tense, sweat glistening on his forehead. "You weren’t lying," he muttered.

When they reached the floating terrace, the cloud bumped gently against the landing stones. “Here we are.” Caleb turned to her, smiling. “Operation Peace Offering.” Seraphine took a deep breath. “Thanks, Caleb. Really.” He shrugged. “No problem. I’ll head back before anyone sees me here, don’t want rumors that I’m fraternizing with the elite.” She smirked. “You already are.” “Touché,” he said with a wink, stepping back onto the cloud. “Good luck, Sera. Don’t summon another hurricane in there, yeah?”

“Ready to ford it?” “I don’t think we have much of a choice, although I hadn't really planned on wading today.” “Come on, let’s go.” Caleb hurried her across the stony bank and pulled her into the icy water. They started to cross the creek, taking it easy over the moss-covered stones while the bear lumbered toward them. As soon as Caleb felt his feet slipping out from under him, he released Diana so he wouldn’t pull her down with him, but she lost her balance anyway and they both fell into the creek.