Don T Starve Wilson X Willow Novels & Stories

"And then Aunt Courtney took me to see Santa. I got a picture and sat on his lap, and he asked what I wanted for Christmas." Willow sniffled, looking at the picture. "What did you ask for?" "It's a secret, Mommy!" He jumped around and Mom put her arms around him with a laugh to keep him from falling off the chair. "Okay, okay. I'm sorry." Willow winced a little. "Are you hurting?" I asked quietly. She turned toward me. "I'm okay. Dr. Whitney should be back in a minute." This time I knew for sure she was trying to hide her pain. Either from me or William. Or both. Just as I was about to go roaming the halls for Dr. Whitney, she walked back in.

“She should have waited for us!” “I promise, we will take her with us as soon as we kill him," the human explained to his wolf. “After we steal his strength, we will be unstoppable, and marking our mate will only add to our strength.” Subconsciously, the beast's paws padded softly against the dirt, slowing down. His nose went to work, and it picked up on the aroma of sardines and tuna, but it was tainted, mixed with the odor of dirty socks, stale beer, and pizza. The werewolf cautiously followed the scent, and it led him out of the forest toward an old pizza joint stuck next to an old gas station. He stood still and low, with his paws gripping the concrete lot. His head and belly lowered to

Luna Eve identifies the dead body to Ashley. Just then Jeremy’s phone beeps again and he snatches if off his Mum. As he reads the new message I watch as all remaining colour fades from his face, leaving it pale and sickly. “What is it?” I ask. As he turns his phone around to show me the picture, I instantly start to feel sick from the image in front of me. Willow is tied up and slumped next to a tree trunk. Her face is cut in so many places and her hair, face and top are covered in blood. My wolf howls internally and I have to fight him for control, we need to get to her quick. Where the hell is she?

I ask warily. "I don't know," Willow says as she turns to look at me. "I don't know whose side she is on." "Why did you take the job?" I ask her quietly. "We could have gone into hiding." Willow snorts with laughter. "Faris will never stop hunting me. I cannot ask you to leave your pack." Brushing her hair off of her shoulder, I look at the mark that is slowly healing on her neck. I have never seen one quite like it. It is a crescent moon with a bright star in the center. Willow shutters as my fingers run over the mark.

"Alex will fulfill his promise and locate some kind of evidence. He loves us. I am certain he does." I ran faster than I normally would, and in no time I made it back home. I quickly shifted, found my hidden clothes, and got dressed. I started going down the forest trail to the place I called my home when Willow became anxious. "Strange," Willow uttered. "Why are the pups not playing outside? It's such a beautiful sunny day!" Immediately, the surrounding forest became silent, as though to alert me to something being amiss, and I felt a cold shiver creep down my spine.

She said, and I stood up immediately. There were Lycans at the border. How can Willow be so careless? I became apprehensive and scared. "Luis," I linked my gamma. "Christopher," he replied. "Willow is missing," I said, stepping out and heading towards the woods. "Where are you?" Luis said urgently, and I linked Leeana to ask what part of the forest Willow was in. "Western side, the clearing where the pine trees are," She said, and I rushed towards the west. I informed Luis to meet me there.

Willow woke up on a chair in a cabin situated deep into the woods. To her surprise, her hands and legs weren't tied to the chair. A yellow light bulb hung from the ceiling, illuminating the space. Slade stood near the counter, his back to her. It seemed like he was stirring something on the stove. Willow slowly got up from the chair, not making a sound. The door was just seven feet away. She vigilantly side-stepped towards the exit.

Quill answered. Without replying to him, Howard was staring at the willow tree that was standing by the river as it was bending down to it. The tree looked so weak like it would break if the wind hit it when the truth is they never bend! Except for its sorrowful state, it's strong enough to defeat the wind.

Another one of my men says and I move to the edge of the cliff and I look down at another dead corpse laying in a pool of blood. That was two rogues that Willow had killed on her own. That makes five dead rogues and the six was the one that she had jumped off the cliff from. After seeing the two rogues that she had killed there had to be a reason she ran from the third and my guess is she knew she was outweighed by him. Walking to the edge of the cliff where I had seen the huge black wolf, I looked down to see the size of the imprint of his paws. Reaching down I placed my hand over the print and took in the size of it and realized we had a bigger problem than we thought we had.

She quickly stepped onto the porch and saw that it was dark and quiet. "Officer?" Willow called hoarsely. From the direction of the trees near the lake, Willow heard a rustling. She froze in the doorway, sharpening her hearing and staring intently in the direction of the sound. Then a white wolf appeared, striding toward the lodge. Willow recognized the animal, which she thought was a dog. But in the back of her mind, she began to think that it was not a dog, but a wolf. Just like Zoey had said.