Captain Danger Novelas e Histórias

"But I’ve been coaching hockey for thirty years, Jules. I’ve seen captains defend their rookies. I’ve seen guys fight for their teammates. But I have never, in my entire life, seen a man look at another man the way Mercer looked at you when Silas hit you. That wasn't just team loyalty." He took a slow step around the desk, his gaze piercing right through me, and my breath completely hitched in my throat. "So I’m going to ask you one time, and you better not lie to me," he whispered, the silence in the room deafening. "What the hell is going on between you and my captain?"

“You’re talking about a long shot and a prolonged journey to the swamps, Mathin. And this is assuming that the old woman wants your help.” His eyes darkened. “The risk of you being caught by her keepers is not one I’m willing to take. Not with your knowledge of the crossing zone between our worlds.” The charmer had the ability to command a man under their influence to do nearly anything, given enough time. Their pheromones twined around the mind, muddied it so much that Haunt would reveal everything they knew about the location of others of their kind, even aiding in their capture. That was what made the charmer so dangerous, and so feared. If one got her hands on Mathin…

I was here, in what’s considered the most dangerous city in the United States. If it weren’t for Kim, there’s no way I’d go through all this trouble, traveling so far just to fetch her damn documents. Damn her scatterbrain for always forgetting important stuff and dragging me into her personal courier service. Pulling my phone out of my bag, I dialed Kim’s number. I prayed she’d pick up quickly so that the incident that I won’t tell wouldn’t happen again like last time.

— “Because someone told me you know what happened to Emily Reyes.” Luca tilted his head slightly. — “Then, Miss Carter… you’re in more danger than you realize.” The warmth of the café pressed down on her like a heavy blanket on her wet skin. But it wasn’t the heat. It was him. Luca Moretti was the kind of man you’d see in the newspaper only if something tragic happened — and even then, no name would be mentioned. The man in the shadows. No record. No evidence. Yet every thread of power tied tightly in his hand.

"How so?" "Despite the fact many people are trying to kill you right now," he mutters, running a hand back through his dark hair. "It's dangerous in general. Between territories, is just pure desolation and mismanagement. Settlements have been established by those banished from their territory, and most do not abide by any laws. Passing between territories can raise the risk of running into any of them." "The risk is worth it,” I tell him firmly. The last thing I need is for him to go telling Stace all this and convincing him out of it.

"And they've been indirectly causing us trouble through missed pirate attacks on our ship." I felt the world spinning around me. "What are you saying?" I asked, my voice rising in confusion and anger. The captain held up a hand to calm me down. "I'm saying that these men are dangerous," he said with a firm voice. "And we need to be careful with them." I felt a sense of betrayal and anger boil within me, and I let out a shout of frustration. "Why didn't you tell us?" I demanded, my voice breaking. "Because I didn't want to cause panic," he said, his voice low. "And because I thought we could handle it ourselves."

Nicholas nodded. "One more thing. Keep an eye on any dealings in the docks, will you?" "Will do, lad. Hate those type of business, too. Just be careful. Heard the leader has very important people on his payroll. Not knowing who he is, well, let's say he is very dangerous. Anyway, see you around." The captain tipped his hat and exited the bar.

"So, now that I, your other team member, am about to mutate, how do you plan to take responsibility for me, captain?" The camp was dead silent. All eyes were on Emilia. Her expression changed. Finally, she gritted her teeth. "I'll keep searching. There's another one in the northern district..." "It's too late," I interrupted her. She fell silent. Dustin's voice broke the silence, just loud enough for everyone to hear. "Em, the vice-captain poses a danger to us. What if he suddenly mutates?" Emilia stiffened. I looked into her eyes that once held so much love for me, but were now filled with conflict and hesitation.

I questioned, concerned. “No, I’m good. Nothing blew up, well, not that I need to call the fire department about it. Who’s this?” Silvercloud finally focused. I sighed, not offended. It isn’t like we are friends or even acquaintances. “Darren Delaney, sir. I’m the captain who was sent to Incubi.” I explained. I could hear things clicking and ticking on his end of the phone. Our Delta seriously worries me at times. I’ve heard he is a bit unstable, and I don’t just mean the things he makes. He’s odd, even by werewolf standards.