Blazing Hope Youth Ranch Novels & Stories

"The training camp, Cat." Silence. Oh. Oh no. My stomach drops. "Red Ridge Youth Combat Camp," Tara says like she's announcing the apocalypse. "Hosted by Alpha Greg. My Alpha. The annual thing you've gone to since you were fifteen?" I stare at her. "I hate you." She beams instantly. "You love me." Every year Red Ridge hosts a multi-pack combat and control camp for young wolves. Kids. Teens. Advanced trainees. Elite invitations. Combat. Control. Pack defense.

“To them it is sacred Indian land and bikes would tear holes into it. They will be taking all the girls to the Tribal center with the tribe women that showed up earlier as they plan to send the buses back here. Then we will journey to the old church estate.” “On horseback?” Greer asked in disbelief. Monster stared at his Prez. His shock was so striking that he did not even blink. “The fuck?” Breed nodded. Greer shook his head and tried to hide his smile at Monster’s almost comic expression. “So I know Greer can ride.” Breed looked at Monster and around at the few men present. “But how many of the brothers can ride?” Crow, the IT for the club, chuckled. “We ride…Harleys, not Pintos.”

Rev the engine and peel out, tearing up the black top. **** I pull into the lot at The Falcon. I love this alliance. Falcon ridge has the best bars and the hottest girls. Both packs are allowed to cross the border whenever they want as long as they don't cause problems. I park and get out. Beep the alarm and look around. I see Blades truck and Zekes audi. My boys are here. I walk in and the place is jumping. Ladies night. Girls drink free and it's like fucking Christmas in here.

The last couple months had been both a mixture of agony and excitement knowing she was close just not sure where. Hope Falls was a 2 hour drive North from Wakerton, which would make it 2.5 hours from his pack lands. As she’s not registered in a pack Aiden assumed she’s a rogue living off grid in a human town. Sometimes mates from opposing packs will go rogue to be together and live apart from either pack. Aiden is guessing, well hoping, it was something along those lines with her parents.

She painted the farm from memory, the Montana compound, the Auckland house all of them a series of the places we had been, which looked from without like small stab wounds of instability scattered across the world and from within like a family whose story was that it kept moving toward something and finally arrived. Victor played little league, was massively mediocre at it and would have couldn’t give a less about that fact. Hope’s graduation party was a Saturday afternoon in June, the garden full with her friends and their families and that special kind of noise you hear at a celebration that’s been rightly earned. Caelum gave a speech that made Hope put her face into her hands and got the

Details & Background Companies they Own: Bar named Tango Company ran by Edge Private investigator business named Bravo Investigations ran by the VP Bail bonds named Delta Bonds ran by Radar Cleaning business named Uniform Innovations ran by Patch Motorcycle shop named Alpha Customs ran by Chopper Auto repair shop named Xray Repairs ran by Navy Daycare named Romeo & Juliet Daycare ran by Scribe Security business named Foxtrot Securities ran by Gamer Women's shelter named Sierra Sanctuary ran by Traci Compound 50 acres Clubhouse, 10 trailers set up to take care of women. A couple of them house club women. Home sites for members with families. It used to be the president's grandfather’s farm bu

"Hope Black, I come from the SilverRage pack, daughter of the Wyatt and Claire Omegas. I am a Delta." My pack, the SilverRage, is considered one of the most brutal on record. Our warriors are loyal and can easily tear a neck apart without feeling remorse. All those who wish to train can start at age 5, although most join at age 8. I enlisted at age 5.

The Holy Spirit Tree, now synonymous with Rylan's bravery, bore witness to the collective strength of a pack facing loss and uncertainty. The night settled over Nampa, and as the stars adorned the sky, the town mourned the passing of a hero. Rylan's memory lived on in the rustling leaves of the Holy Spirit Tree, a silent guardian standing sentinel over the pack that had come together to honor one of their own.

He knows where to put that thing when we are ready to make it puke. "That's a new one, I haven't heard before. Interesting concept, a cock puking." Spike said. "Nicole, I did tell you that Bart is out at the pond camping and building our fireplace, right?" "Yes, you did, why?" "Well Bart is out there camping with his family of four girls and his wife. His hired hand, Kendra is also out there by the pond. They are nudists and having a ball on this private ranch." "Holly shit, do you mean to tell me you aren't the only nude girl on this ranch? There's more?"

He saw the pot on the stove, so all he had to do was grab a mug and a teabag. “I’m guessing you went out in the rain since your phone doesn’t have reception up here,” Mia said. Dylan nearly dropped the mug in his haste to get it out of the cabinet. “I’m just glad I saw the lights of the house. I was about to turn around,” the woman replied. “Where am I, by the way?” “You’re at Mountain Hope Ranch in Silver Springs,” Mia replied. “We’re a camp for foster kids to come learn life skills and make great memories in the process.”