All Chapters of The Whispers in the Woods: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Esme I held my breath as I waited for him to respond. I could tell he was mulling it over. Trying to process my decision and how he felt about it. Although that shouldn’t have taken long, I already knew how he was going to take it, badly. I just wanted him to hurry up, to rip the band aid off, so to speak. “I’ll start getting everything packed up, but it will have to wait a little while, at least. It’s a long distance to be travelling with three newborns.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. He had completely changed his stance, and I had no idea what had prompted it. I might have been more comfortable with it if I had at least understood.I might have been uncomfortable with his sudden change in stance, but it wasn’t worth going through it all. We had time to discuss it further. Jackson was right that we wouldn’t be able to travel straight away. Even if the babies had been up to the journey, arrangements needed to be made, regardless. I threw

Esme Despite the way Brodie had left me pining for him, I hadn’t changed my mind. We needed to be back at the camp. I started trying to pack up the small amount of things we all owned. Making sure I knew where everything was so that I could still find things for the triplets if I needed anything. Trying to concentrate on the practicalities instead of on the situation between me and Brodie, whatever that was. I needed something to take my mind off it all. Not to mention the shouting that was going on outside, just below my window. Whatever Jackson and Mikkel were arguing about, I hoped they sorted it out. Not that even I could see a way forward for the pair.Jackson was adamant he wouldn’t stay, and Mikkel could hardly come to the camp with us. We had already nearly exposed ourselves to him, and that was without a camp full of werewolves. It just seemed so wrong that I had a chance at love with Brodie, but Jackson’s chance was being taken away fro

Esme It was days before we managed to leave the little farmhouse. The babies were all getting too big and it would be evident to anyone who saw them that they weren’t newborns. Brodie had picked up the car seats for the babies, and Jackson had installed them and packed the truck. There was only room in the truck for Jackson and me. Brodie, Marcus, and Tyler were going to take the train back to Inverness. We would be back long before them and Jackson could collect them from the station.The notion of getting back to the camp before Brodie was intimidating. He said he hadn’t told anyone anything except Gerald, but somehow that felt worse. Gerald would be full of disappointment and everyone else would be full of questions. At least I wasn’t travelling back with Marcus. Brodie informed me they had come to an understanding and that he was no danger to me or the babies, but I wasn’t sure if I believed that.He had tried to get me to speak to him

We seemed to have gone miles without a single word passing between us. I just sat there staring out of the window at the passing countryside. The triplets were all sound asleep in the back, no doubt thanks to the constant movement of the truck. I wasn’t thinking, just staring, when I felt the warmth of him. It was just a hint of heat, but it was enough to know he was trying to hear my thoughts. “If you want to know what I’m thinking, just ask.”“Sorry, habit. You’ve just been very quiet,” He sounded apologetic, as though he had crossed a line. I chastised myself instantly. I wasn’t annoyed with him. If anything, feeling him again was comforting. Not realising how much I had missed the sensation until I felt it again.“So have you. There’s not much to talk about.” It’s not like he hadn’t made his thoughts clear enough already. I didn’t want to be combative, but my responses were still coming across that way.“I’m not sure that’s true.” It seemed like a ridiculous

The following morning, we stirred from our slumber, entwined in a cocoon of warmth and comfort, as if we were a single entity, a blissful family unit. The atmosphere felt almost dreamlike, a surreal blend of reality and fantasy. I remained still, propped up on one elbow, gazing at him as he lay peacefully asleep, his chest rising and falling in a gentle rhythm. My mind raced with thoughts, trying to unravel the significance of our shared night and the uncertainties that lay ahead. Just hours before, it seemed as if the rifts between us had been mended, but I couldn't shake the doubt that lingered, questioning whether the fragile peace would hold in the stark clarity of daylight. “Can you think a little more quietly?” Brodie mumbled, his lips barely parting, his eyes still sealed shut, a hint of annoyance threading through his sleepy voice.The suggestion hung in the air, a playful challenge that made me suppress a laugh. It was impossible for him to fault me for my wandering