Brokeback Mountain Parents Guide Novels & Stories

“Jessica, my finances have been tight recently. I need to use your parents’ compensation to pay for Lilith’s medical bills.” His words were like a thunderbolt, striking me hard. I could hardly believe my ears. Two months ago, a rogue werewolf had attacked a nearby pack, and my parents died on the frontlines. The Werewolf Association had given me 100,000 dollars as compensation for their deaths. “Are you crazy? Why would you use the money I got from my parents’ death to pay for Lilith?” I roared at him in anger. “Money can be earned again. You know Lilith needs this money more right now,” Lucas said matter-of-factly, as if it was a completely reasonable thing to do.

“Miss Valvet?” the man called as I got out of the car with Fiona, and I nodded. “Please, after me,” he said politely, leading the way. “Mom, can I make new friends here?” Fiona asked innocently, her small hand wrapped around my fingers. I opened my mouth to answer, but the man leading the way replied before I could speak. “No, my dear. This place is only meant for adults. Just make sure you stay close to your mom and don’t wander about.”

They did not yet understand that once fault lines appeared, the ground never returned to what it had been. I stood at the window long after the lights dimmed, watching Ravenwood change in quiet, irreversible ways. Whatever came next would not be decided in a single moment or decree. It would be shaped by these cracks, by who stepped across them, and by who refused. They were shifting. And I would be ready when they finally broke.

Bright smiled too but he hide it. "Parents are never a failure Cyrus. It’s that sometimes we don’t understand our children fully. We can be sure of our kids as long as they are under our wings, but what if they have to leave for the outside world? Parents can never always keep an eye on their kids. They need space to explore everything. They need to grow outside our supervision. You are not a failure Cyrus. Because i have seen you how you brought up our kids. How you took care of Win and then Bright. Hell you even helped me grow up. It’s just that you couldn’t always hold Gabriel's hand to lead the path.

The next day, he came alone to my door, begging to see us, but I still didn't appear. I sent Liam to deliver my final decision. Liam met Damian without a hint of pity and relayed my words with cold precision. "Elder Eva says the pup doesn't need a father who has broken his oath. She also advises you not to return. The werewolves of the Silvermoon pack still hold resentment toward you. If you set foot here again, Elder Eva cannot guarantee your safety." Damian's eyes fell. His body trembled, powerless, in front of a door that remained firmly closed.

"I heard about you. About how you were rejected and survived. I thought maybe you could help me figure out how to keep going." Aria's heart ached for this young wolf. She saw her younger self in Sarah's desperate eyes. "You're going to survive this," Aria said firmly. "I know it doesn't feel like it now. I know the pain seems endless. But you're stronger than you think." "Everyone says that. But I don't feel strong. I feel broken." "I felt the same way. But broken doesn't mean destroyed. You can heal. It takes time, but you can." Aria took Sarah's hand. "Have you heard of Haven? Kade's settlement for wolves who need a fresh start?"

A pup, who scored his first kill under his father's supervision. It was a deer he hunted. Not knowing I was observing everything and taking note of the two high treason. One, he ended up killing four innocent deers and the other, Rudolf—Jackson's father's wolf— cheered his son's misdeeds. The deer resided in my territory, which provoked me to lead a fight against them. But it ended up with a note of peace exchange between us. Thanks to Alpha Alexander who sought out the war for the time being, and addressed final warning to Alpha Jack during the committee meeting.

Then again, maybe he needs a spitfire like Elena to finally put him in his place. “Uncle Cole!” a small voice screams from somewhere behind me, and I turn to see Brock and Astrid’s daughter, Sloane, tearing across the yard toward Cole Bauer, the alpha of the Denver pack, arriving with his mate and pups in tow. Callum’s arm slides around my waist as he leans in, his lips hovering beside my ear. “Eat.” I turn to him, arching a brow. “Bossy, much?” “Just trying to take care of my girl.” He winks, pressing a kiss to my temple, and damnit I can’t stay annoyed with him when he’s being all sweet and looking at me that way.

“Why did he have to hit me? He could have been like a normal parent and punished me. ‘Two weeks with TV.’ Or, ‘No going out with your friends this weekend.’ It was hard to say which one he should have used because I didn’t know what a normal parent would say. What was the going rate for skipping school these days? I heard a buckle unraveling and I opened my eyes, just in time to see Rick releasing the belt from the loops around his pants. He swung high and brought it down hard. Once on my leg and then again on my back. It stung harder than the slap to my face. That was it for me. I had reached the end of my straw. I wasn’t going to show him fear or pain anymore. This was the last he would ge