Erdtree Favor 2 Novels & Stories

She answered and I knelt to get a closer look at my puppies, but I didn't touch them. "Hey, do you still recognize me? I think you don't. Hi, Potter! Hey, Harry! I missed you, dudes! You are adults now, huh?" I talked to my golden retrievers and I got surprised when they wiggled their tails as they whimpers. Damn, that means they still know me. --- "I clean this room every week. And, I water your tree regularly but it is still small. It's not growing, Hija." Letty uttered as we stepped inside my room, and yes, indeed, my tree doesn't grow quickly. It's a bonsai.

“But...I also hope you will treat her better, Alpha.” Silence. “Don’t...don’t show kindness to Sara one moment, then show care for Lila the next. Lila...she deserves to be someone’s first and only choice. She deserves a love that is complete and unwavering.” Kade’s eyes narrowed. “What are you implying? That my feelings are divided between Sara and Lila?” Having already crossed the line, the Beta plunged forward. “With all due respect, Alpha, that’s exactly how it appears. I’ve always wondered...who do you truly love? Sara? Or Lila?”

“See?” I looked at him. “What?” “My baby loves me.” “She made me three.” His smile disappeared. I laughed. Walt looked at the tree. “You need help?” Eric frowned. “With what?” “The tree.” “No.” Ernest looked at it too. “You do.” “What’s wrong with my tree?” Ernest walked closer. He stared. Then tilted his head. “What the hell happened on this side?” Erian immediately stepped forward. “Daddy did that.” Eric looked at her.

Underneath the bottom of the trunk were the messily written words lightning tree. "Clearly it had been struck awhile ago, since its branches weren't bare," said Eric. I could feel him standing behind me, looking over my shoulder at the drawing. "I just thought it shows the imperfection of nature, you know? Some trees are struck by lightning. They eventually recover, though, and somehow are still beautiful even with the charring on them." Once again I was struck by Eric's incredible wisdom and his love for the Earth. I brushed my fingers over the drawing of the tree, feeling the indention from the press of his pen beneath my skin. Lightning tree.

A faint hum vibrated in the air, as if the tree itself was breathing—alive in ways I didn’t want to think about. By the goddess, these people were unfairly favored. Favouritism at its finest. Lysandra turned slightly, her golden eyes catching mine. She didn’t say anything, just tilted her head toward the arched entrance carved into the tree’s trunk. A silent invitation. I turned around and glanced at Erethorn. He was sniffing the air, his crimson eyes gleaming with curiosity as he took in the foreign scents and strange structures. His ears twitched, his muscles tense and his eyes sharpened. I knew that look. He was assessing, calculating, deciding how fast he could tear through this place if

Frowning, Aidan started taking passive-aggressive swipes at me. "Wilder, next time, don't take so long in the restroom. We're fighting for lives in the ER. There's no room for slack. How can you be focused on filing charts right now? Shouldn't this have been done ages ago? If everyone is stuck doing paperwork, who's left to save the patients?" I bit back my anger and forced myself to answer him calmly, "I'm only working overtime because I didn't finish filing the charts. Besides, I'm not even scheduled for the ER tonight. Dr. York is the one on duty."

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he answered and I shook my head in disgust. “Why didn't you two just reject each other instead of living like this? Or don't tell me you're satisfied with loving her in secret, knowing she warms another man's bed.” Derek hung his head. “I just love her so much. Even before we knew we were mates. She didn't want to reject me even though she wasn't pleased with my low status, and I didn't have the heart to reject her.” Scott snorted. “You know how this sounds right? You two could be planning to get rid of Ronan and Ryder for all we know so that you'd be Alpha since you love each other.”

"He left them for me to find. He wanted me to see that I had reached the point where I could read the discrepancy." "Can you correct them?" Ernest had asked. Ruth had considered the question with the same seriousness she brought to every question about the estate. "They need to be moved before they are too established. February at the latest. The upright tree in the spreading zone will not develop correctly if it stays where it is—it will try to spread, which is not its form, and the strain will affect its health. The spreading tree at the edge will try to grow upright, which is also not its form. They need to be in the positions that match their character."

It collapses into dust. The bones inside — the ancient Alpha — fall free. They don’t hit the ground. They turn to light. Green and gold. It shoots straight up through the stone, through the earth, to the new Tree above. On our comms, Sky gasps. “Wren! The D.C. Tree just — it just grew fifty feet! It’s… crying. Sap like tears.” One down. Eleven to go. Eli moves to the next tree. Then Draven. Then me.