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Chapter 5

Autor: Leyaartemis_
last update Data de publicação: 2026-09-02 18:08:44

The morning following the storm broke over Pine Valley in a cold, brittle silence. The freezing rain had ceased just before dawn, leaving the surrounding mountain peaks shrouded in a heavy silver mist and coating the pine needles in a layer of clear, glistening ice.

Inside the farmhouse at Rosewood Acreage, Kat stood at the kitchen counter, wrapping a thick wool scarf around her neck. Her dark hair was bound in a tight, neat braid resting over her shoulder, and her dark burgundy coat was button
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  • Seasons of Pine Valley   Prologue

    The steering wheel of the rusty pickup truck felt cold and unforgiving under Kat’s calloused fingers. She checked the dashboard clock as the mountain road cut deeper into the dense timberline. The high-rises, paved roads, and frantic pace of her city life were three hundred miles behind her. In their place stood a dark, endless wall of pine trees, their sharp scent bleeding through the cracked window alongside the crisp mountain air. Katrina Selene Rosewood. Her full name was printed on the thick manila envelope sitting on the passenger seat, right above the wax-sealed deed to Rosewood Acreage. It had been six months since her grandfather, Arthur, passed away. Six months of back-and-forth phone calls with lawyers, packing up her apartment, and ignoring everyone back home who called her insane. Her former boss had assumed she was taking a temporary sabbatical to process her grief, but Kat knew the truth: she was never going back. Arthur Rosewood hadn't just left her a patch of land;

  • Seasons of Pine Valley   Chapter 1

    Morning broke softly over Pine Valley, casting a pale, silver light through the dust-streaked windowpane of the corner bedroom.Kat opened her eyes, remaining entirely motionless on the narrow mattress as the harsh, unyielding reality of her new life settled onto her chest like a stone. The silence of the house was absolute—not the quiet of a peaceful retreat, but the thick, hollow stillness of a place that had forgotten the sound of breathing.She slowly pulled herself up against the dark pine headboard, pulling her knees up to her chest as she surveyed the small room. A deep, aching wave of nostalgia swept over her, laced with a quiet, sharp grief that she had kept firmly tucked behind her ribs for weeks.It was her old childhood bedroom. Whenever she and her parents had made the long, arduous journey up from the city to visit her grandfather during summer breaks, this was where she had slept. The room remained largely untouched by the passage of decades, preserved like a delicate m

  • Seasons of Pine Valley   Chapter 2

    After paying for a heavy sack of flour, coffee, and basic cleaning supplies at the trading post, Kat stepped back onto the main street. Down near a timber woodshop at the edge of the square, the rhythmic, heavy thud of iron hammering against dense oak echoed through the crisp morning air. Curious, Kat wandered down the gravel boardwalk, expecting to find a weathered, silver-haired old man working the saws.Instead, she was thoroughly taken aback to find a striking woman holding a heavy wooden mallet over a half-finished frame. She had vibrant, fiery red hair tied back in a messy, practical knot, porcelain-flawless skin, and remarkably toned arms dusted with fine white wood shavings.The woman paused her swing, wiping her forehead with her sleeve, and turned toward Kat with a sharp, intelligent smile. "You're staring, city girl."Kat flushed slightly, lowering her bundle of supplies. "Sorry. I just... wasn't expecting the town carpenter to look like you."The woman laughed—a rich, boom

  • Seasons of Pine Valley   Chapter 3

    The sharp, rhythmic whine of a heavy timber saw echoed across the eastern boundary of Pine Valley, cutting through the crisp morning fog that hung low over the pine ridges.Kat stood on the high slope of her south pasture at Rosewood Acreage, her gloved hands resting on her hips as she surveyed the weathered cedar fence line that marked the divide between her land and the county timber reserves. The winter frost had taken a heavy toll on the old timber posts—several had split straight down the center, leaving wide, dangerous gaps where livestock could easily wander into the dense forest trails.She had spent three hours clearing wild brambles from the fence line, her face flushed from the brisk mountain wind, her dark hair bound in a loose, practical braid that rested over her shoulder. She wiped a stray smudge of dirt from her cheek with the back of her suede work glove, taking a slow, grounding breath of the resin-scented air.A heavy diesel engine rumbled along the gravel access la

  • Seasons of Pine Valley   Chapter 4

    A relentless, bone-chilling rain began to fall over Pine Valley just after dusk, turning the quiet dirt lanes into slick channels of dark mud and hammering a steady, deafening rhythm against the tin roofing of Rosewood Acreage. Cold mountain drafts whistled through the gaps in the timber walls, carrying the raw scents of damp pine resin, sodden earth, and distant woodsmoke through the empty farmhouse.Kat sat at the small oak kitchen table, a single kerosene lamp illuminating her work. Spread across the worn wood were yellowed land ledgers, property boundary maps from her grandfather’s trunk, and a handwritten list of structural repairs needed for the south barn.She rubbed her aching temples, leaning back against the ladder-backed chair. The isolation of the homestead usually brought her peace, but tonight, the vast, echoing silence of the house felt almost suffocating. Every creak of the floorboards under the mountain gale made her pulse hitch, her mind traitorously drifting back to

  • Seasons of Pine Valley   Chapter 5

    The morning following the storm broke over Pine Valley in a cold, brittle silence. The freezing rain had ceased just before dawn, leaving the surrounding mountain peaks shrouded in a heavy silver mist and coating the pine needles in a layer of clear, glistening ice.Inside the farmhouse at Rosewood Acreage, Kat stood at the kitchen counter, wrapping a thick wool scarf around her neck. Her dark hair was bound in a tight, neat braid resting over her shoulder, and her dark burgundy coat was buttoned up to her throat. She had barely slept three hours. Every time she closed her eyes, the echo of Azriel’s arrogant, cutting words in the barn loft had rang through her mind, stoking a fierce, white-hot fury that made her blood burn.She grabbed her brass flashlight and her leather work gloves, stepping out onto the porch. Her boots crunched loudly on the frozen gravel as she marched straight toward the south barn.She needed to inspect the roof beam he had braced during his midnight intrusion.

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