บททั้งหมดของ The Whispers in the Woods: บทที่ 141 - บทที่ 150

The following day, I ventured out again, determined to reconnect with Brodie. This time, I pushed past the familiar two-mile marker. When I finally made the connection, it came too easily—almost alarmingly so. I refrained from speaking, choosing instead to simply sit in the silence and listen.But the quiet was unnerving. All I could hear was the relentless whisper of the wind, swirling around me like a ghost in a desolate landscape. It felt eerily still wherever Brodie was. I concentrated harder, pushing deeper into our connection, striving to see the world through his eyes.And then, a flash of emotion surged through me: anger intertwined with betrayal. My heart raced as I heard the bitter words echoing in my mind: “You bastard, you promised.” I could see the back of my own head as Brodie watched me from the tree line.“I promised to not tap into your mind and find out where you were going, but you told me.” The vantage point of my image changed and I guessed

I woke up feeling rather excited, and I couldn't wait to speak to Jackson and tell him about Brodie’s proposal. Sharing the news with the girls was a little more daunting, but they deserved to hear it directly from me. They would be arriving early, as they had offered to help with the finishing touches to the house, and the thought of their support filled me with warmth.Before I welcomed them, I had to head over to Jackson’s for breakfast and to drop off the babies at nursery. The prospect of having them at home once the house was finished was heartening; it would be so much easier to manage everything without the distractions of the chaotic work in progress. The decorators were scheduled to arrive bright and early, and I looked forward to unpacking each room shortly after they completed their tasks. I could already envision the fresh layers of paint and the new furnishings transforming the space into a warm and inviting home.“Morning, beautiful. How was your night?”

As soon as Brodie awakened, we got straight to work. There was far too much to do, and the sooner we made our move, the better it would be for us. We worked late into the night, meticulously planning every detail we could think of. I grabbed a marker pen and began writing out our strategies on the stark white wall of our bedroom, which seemed almost haunting in its emptiness. “We need to ensure we steer clear of anything that you or Jackson might conceive,” I declared, my voice steady despite the gravity of our situation.“Why?” He looked taken aback, his eyes widening in surprise. I instinctively placed my hand on his upper arm, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath my palm, suddenly realising how my words must have sounded to him, like a bolt from the blue.“Because Turner knows you both. He knows the pack and he will know what your plan is. We need to be smart. He doesn’t know me well enough to anticipate my moves.” I relaxed once Brodie nodded slightly and his exp

We all woke up early the next morning, filled with anticipation. I hoped we could complete the hunting expedition swiftly so that we could return to the triplets and truly spend quality time with them. They were growing so fast, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was missing out on their precious milestones. Theo was finally transitioning between his human and werewolf forms with increasing confidence. This new ability made him an energetic little whirlwind, and I often found myself having to keep a close eye on him to prevent any mischief. Penny was crawling now, still the smallest of the three, and her determination was nothing short of adorable. Aiden, however, was probably the most surprising of all. I had always suspected he harboured a werewolf side, yet we had yet to witness it manifesting. What he did possess, though, w

After everything that had happened, we found ourselves with no choice but to remain at camp. Once Jackson finally succeeded in bringing Brodie back to his normal self, the two of them prepared to meet with the other key members of the pack. They urged me to join them, but I opted to stay behind, yearning for some quality time with the triplets. The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm golden hue over camp, and I felt a sense of comfort in the familiarity of their laughter and play. Their innocent banter and infectious energy provided a welcome distraction from the weight of recent events, and I welcomed the chance to escape, if only for a little while.I watched them with a heartwarming smile, feeling a delightful blend of awe and exhaustion. My three little miracles lay sprawled out on a soft, colourful blanket on the floor, their tiny bodies wriggling with energy as they explored one another with innocent curiosity and pure delight. With their not-so-tiny hands, they rea