Abigail Western Area 51 Novels & Stories

She repeatedly looked back, and into the narrow alcoves hidden behind the thick darkness, but found no one there. When she was halfway through and was in the middle of a big gap, Abigail contacted her through a mind link. ‘Ciara, where are you?’ ‘I’m in the gap. What is it?’ ‘We have reports that there have been attacks by rogues on the western, eastern, and southern borders. And they need help now. Margo and I will head south, while Andre and Deck will head west. The team from the second shift is now heading east and the others are guarding the town.’

“Oh, um. Hello. I am Alpha Abigail Winters, from the Lunar Snow pack, Lowell, Vermont. And this is my Beta, Wyatt Winters.” My eyes widened. Could it really be? The pack that borders my new property??? I smiled, warmly. “Alpha Abigail, do you mind if we sit and talk for a while?” Finally, she smiled and relaxed slightly as we all sat down. “That would be great.” We sat and talked for a while, Chris came by, and he also signed a shiny new treaty with Alpha Abigail, but soon the overpowering smell of booze and testosterone was choking me. And it was only a matter of time before someone did something stupid.

Abigail's p. O. V; I'm Abigail Hopper, and I don't have a mother, raised by my father. I have an aunt and a cousin named Cleo. Got bullied in middle school for bad mouthing against werewolves. New transfer student to Westchester high. This is what everyone knows about me so far. but there's another identity for me which no one knows except me.

Not this time. Abigail’s phone bings with a text message. She looks at the screen. “Aaron is saying to meet in the field near the old Miller canning factory on Wilson Street just 5 miles off exit 58. I’ll put the address in the GPS.” “Okay, we’ve just past exit 51, so it won’t be much further.” “Good, I’m suddenly starving,” she says, patting her stomach. “Yeah, I could go for a juicy steak about now.”

I nod to him, “he won’t remember us or the 6 of these asshats, but the human’s he will remember.” I turn and look at the frozen men, some have their claws extended and other their wolves are peering out at me. I smile sweetly as I look at each and every one of them and giggle, “I am Alpha Abigail Westfield, your worst fucking nightmare, a woman with enough power to make you beg for your disgusting, miserable lives.” I walk around each and every one of the men, “I will take much satisfaction in killing each and every one of you in the most horrendous of ways, if you do not tell me what I want to know,” I smile widely at them all.

Abigail, who was standing to the side of the altar walked over to the front facing Mark and Katrina, and called out; "Are you each enjoying your reward my brother and sister?" Mark looked up at her, and then looking past her saw me. I lifted my head up higher and smiled at him from across the room. Mark returned the smile and added a wink. Abigail turned to face the crowd and raising her arms yelled to all of us; "Brothers and sisters! All of you who are playing, I want you to watch up front! I want you all to come together as closely as you can! Women play with yourselves, men pace yourselves! When my sister from the west comes you are all to follow!"

"I'd better get going now; you're talking out of your ass. I guarantee you, in a few minutes, you'll have completely turned into Aunt Alona 2.0." Alex laughed at Abby's words. He then grabbed her into a hug and held her lovingly. "You have to promise to be careful in everything you do. We don't want to lose you." Abby nodded and walked out of the room, said goodbye to her aunt, and then, accompanied by her adoptive parents, drove away from home. Also Estern Shore. *** Abby stopped the car at Western Mountville, the border area of Estern Shore and Eastonville, hilly. Passing through this area must be very careful and complete concentration because the road that must be passed can only be pass

“The van rerouted through an external exit node. I’m reacquiring through city grid.” Richardson was watching me. Like he was trying to decide whether I was about to break… or become something worse. My hands curled into fists. “No,” I muttered. “No, no, no.” Because this wasn’t over. It couldn’t be. “Abigail,” Alexander said sharply. “Signal reacquired. Temporary. The van’s on Highway 17 heading eastbound. Speed increasing.” Relief hit so hard my knees almost buckled. “Patch me into its system,” I said.

Abigail pulled out her phone, her voice sharp as she spoke into it. “Get me the records of every missing child from Glow Star and every human reported missing in the area. I want names, dates, everything.” When she hung up, she turned back to Zach. “If you want to live, you’ll give me every piece of information you have on this operation. Now.” Zach hesitated, then nodded reluctantly. “I’ll tell you what I know.” Abigail sat at the head of the table, her expression grim. Shawn, Belle, Scott, and Alexander sat around her, the tension in the room palpable.

If she didn’t feel some sort of confidence at being Luna, she may not have sat so close. “The Luna.” I responded, calmly. “Too easy.” Abigail replied in a bored tone and my heart hammered faster. “An Alpha attends with his Luna and breeder, how do you sit them?” I fumbled for answers. I tried to see if I could remember anything from my time serving as a cleaning maid at my former packhouse. I came up with nothing. “I don’t know.” “Name five Alphas that live in the West.” “I don’t know.” Abigail’s smile grew and I continued to feel smaller as Abigail drilled me with question after question of which I knew nothing about. I continued to admit to my inadequacy.