Novel & Cerita Ethan Winters

He eventually let his hand fall. "I've caught you." The wind swept away the tent. In that eternal winter, the tyrant's nightmare finally ended.

he said, and for once, he wasn't joking or smirking, and the intensity in his eyes made my breath catch in my throat. Then the door to the suite swung open without even a hint of a knock. Ethan stood there with his coat over his arm, looking like the personification of a cold winter morning, and his eyes swept over the bed like he was scanning a crime scene. He took in how close I was to Kai and the way I was holding the heating pack, and a look of pure, cold amusement crossed his face. "How touching," Ethan said, his voice as flat as a dial tone. "The Critic and the Artist, bonding over a broken wing. It’s almost enough to make me believe in the script I’m currently writing for the both of

That was when Tyler understood why Ethan was so bold to come in alone. "L-Let's stay civilized," Tyler quickly stuttered. Just then, Edward's stern voice came from nearby. "Apologize to the official immediately!" Ethan glanced sideways to see Edward walking out with his cane. Edward took the main seat and scrutinized Ethan closely. "You look unfamiliar. You're not from Breeze City, are you? May I know your name?" "Ethan Rivers." Edward smiled. "That’s a good name, and you've accomplished so much at such a young age—far more than my three sons, at least."

“My God, Ren. We are in a time where girls can be happy without men.” “Really?” she sounded unconvinced. I neared the easel beside the window, glancing over Manhattan’s white, frosted skyline. Drops of snow are falling from the louring skies, forming a small mound of snowpack on the window stool. With a smile on my lips, I removed the bare canvas from the easel, the newest in the collection of Evan’s face beaming at me. My fingers traced his well-defined jaws, remembering the feel of his stubble as I touched him. The rough surface of the oil covered canvass tickled my skin.

"How'd you get in here?" "The door was unlocked and I stole Mr.Byers key last year." Mr.Byers was one of the janitors. "How did you?" "Mr.Fletcher gave me the key last year for a project, I never gave it back." I told him bluntly before turning and looking back out the window. "It's the best time of the year, you know, when the ground is covered with snow but not so much snow that you can't walk through it without your socks getting wet." Dallas spoked softly as he slowly started walking towards me. My back was towards him.

Just like hers—though I didn’t know who she was. Downstairs, the training yard was already alive with movement. Warriors sharpening blades, brushing pelts, preparing to impress the elders under tonight’s blood moon. I passed them quietly, head high, shoulders straight. But the whispers never stopped. Whispers from parents to children. From the young wolves to the old ones. “Do you know that the Beta was found in the snow? Like a cursed thing.” “Alpha Blaine just took her in to save face.” “How could she even become the Beta?”

Tristan asked, shocked. “Kai is Eternal, like you all. The threat will never end so we must stay with you.” Moon said. “Tris, this is the last time, man!” Kit started walking away. Rex looked confused, but that was his ‘resting wolf face’. “Who are you talking about?” Rex asked, innocently. “Winter had this very same decision to make with a few wolves a while back. He told Tristan that was the last time he was to adopt wolves into the pack without his approval.” Kit laughed at Tristan’s face and high picked objection that followed.

After I hung up, Lydia Cross and Ryan Wells laughed so hard they nearly doubled over. Ryan clutched his stomach, tears almost coming out. "Connor, you really know how to brag. "I've seen all the purchase contracts for the Eastbank project. Not one of them has the name Bryce on it. Who are you pretending to be?" Lydia stopped laughing too, her face full of impatience and contempt. "Connor, that's enough. Keep pretending and you'll just embarrass yourself further."

Ethan whispered. I looked up and nodded. "Yes, why not?" His gaze shifted downwards and that's when I realized I was gripping his arm. "Sorry." I released it.. It felt like we were inside a giant globe.Al that was missing was the snow. But instead of snow, we had golden lights. "Ethan Wilder." A man in a white tuxedo, a gruff voice and white hair and beard stopped in front of us, leaning on a brown cane and a steel wolf head. He had a glass in his hand.

I questioned with a chuckle She laughed and rolled her eyes "No I don't, but piece of advice when dealing with drunk Alice, don't say she ain't wild cuz she is. Alice Winters is just a boring statistics teacher but Wild Winters is a fucking riot!" "Wild Winters?" I giggled She laughed softly "That was my nickname in college whenever I was drunk."