13 Casita 소설 & 이야기

One Month Later The new mansion was in Westchester, far from any major residential houses but close enough that they weren't completely isolated in an emergency. Moving day was organized chaos. The driveway of the new estate, which Maria had already christened The Glass Castle, was filled with unmarked trucks. Movers that had been thoroughly vetted were carrying boxes into the house with clan warriors' precision. Cassie stood in the center of the living room, holding a tablet and a latte. She was wearing leggings and an oversized sweater that couldn't quite hide the small, round bump of her pregnancy.

It was dark inside Carla's safe house. Tension was palpable. The oscillating fan created the only sound, and that faintly, until the massive door creaked open, and Diego entered. His face a mask of exhaustion and barely held fury, he walked towards Carla, seated at the head of the room, her sharp eyes scanning the map spread on the table. Diego’s voice was heavy as he spoke. “I’ve got news, boss.” Carla didn’t look up, her fingers tracing the edges of the map. “Make it quick, Diego. We’ve already lost enough ground.”

Exile's Bitter Taste The abandoned cabin sat like a rotting tooth in the wilderness, fifty miles from pack territory and a world away from anything resembling civilization. Cassie had found it three days after her exile, her survival instincts overriding her rage long enough to secure shelter before the mountain weather could claim her life. Now, a week later, she sat on its sagging porch steps with a stolen radio scanner crackling beside her, listening to the fragments of pack communications that occasionally broke through the static.