Expanse Book 10 Novels & Stories

Hello to my readers! This chapter is the last chapter for LOGAN and just to warn you it's a bit longer and I don't want to split it in half because this is an epilogue. I deeply apologize and would like to say thank you for joining me on this journey with completing book 1 of The Wolfe Brothers series. See you guys in book 2! It had been a week since the incident with Heather, and I was ready to return to school, acting as if nothing had happened. The next day I treated it like any other ordinary day.

Like we’ve done for years. "So what's with you and Aidan?" Jared asks between mouthfuls of chocolate mint ice cream. "What do you mean?" I reply after taking a long licked from my vanilla soft serve. "Well yesterday he came to ask me about your book. And it was weird because it was the 3rd one in the series. He didn't even know it was yours or your name. He just wanted a background check on it so I told him it was yours. He then Alpha commanded me to tell him everything about you. He said it was a clue. What's going on there?"

GABRIELLA. I walk out of the station with a thousand and one things on my to do list. The familiar feeling of actual fresh air hits my skin, making my pores react with pure satisfaction and I couldn't be more grateful for that feeling. "Don't forget my instructions miss Johannson. You can not under any circumstances leave the country, go anywhere near the hospital and always make sure you keep us informed of all your movements." Manuel Reeds, the bastard who interrogated me reminds me for the billionth time and honestly, I was getting sick and tired of his unnecessarily rude attitude.

And I didn't even want to assume that since there was no expression on Keiran's face, it meant that he didn't me any harm. Of all people, I would be the dumbest person to believe that The Exiled Alpha couldn't kill someone without showing any remorse, anger or any kind of emotion on his face. I knew the rumors of the man that I was in too well. If anything, he was the definition of death and literally wrote the handbook on how to make a name for yourself so powerful that even the slightest mention of it sent chills down people's spines. So yes, I had no faith that he was just walking towards me to ask me how my day had been.

Chapter 35: The First Colony of Friction Year Four: The Diaspora of the Dissonant The fourth year of the Paradox was defined by a single, terrifying, and exhilarating word: Expansion. The "Permitted Era" had provided the technology, and the "Fourteenth Frequency" had provided the psychological stability, but it was the restless human spirit that demanded the cradle be left behind. The Earth, once a battlefield of corporate greed, was now a garden of sapphire light, but for the descendants of the Vances and Vanderwalls, a garden was just another type of enclosure.

Thorne brought a spark of life back into her solitary existence, and she cherished the moments they shared. But as the days turned into weeks, Thorne's wounds healed, and the time came for him to leave. He stood before Amia, his pack slung over his shoulder, his eyes holding a mixture of gratitude and reluctance. "Amia, I must take my leave. I have overstayed my welcome, and there are matters I must attend to." Amia's heart sank as she realized the depth of her feelings for Thorne. She had grown accustomed to his presence, and the thought of him leaving created a hollow ache within her. "I understand," she said, her voice steady, even as her heart rebelled against the impending separation.

The sound of my ragged breathing is loud in my ears, as my eyes take in the people present. The expedition team, Lukas and Zen, all in various stances of practice sparring. All of them look back at me with the same expressions as everyone who’d seen me running here did. “I—I did it.” I huff out, hold up the notebook clutched in my hand “We can read the book now!” As I say it, the words register in my own brain, and a loud squeal leaves my mouth. I’m jumping up and down on my feet, holding the notebook to my chest like the most precious treasure.

Nevan said, standing at my side, his hand locking with mine. The Vanguard-01 sped into the void, a silver needle carrying the Architect, the Shield, and the Heir toward the heart of the design. We had eighty-seven chapters behind us, and twenty-five more to go. The stars were cold, the universe was vast, and the Source was waiting.

I say quietly to Selene later that night. She looks at me. “Meaning?” “Meaning the Axis will outgrow singular stewardship,” I answer. “Whether we want it to or not.” Rowan stiffens. “You’re saying she won’t always be the center.” “I am saying she may become the first reference,” I clarify. Selene absorbs that without flinching. “Then Book Four,” she says slowly, “is about expansion.” “And Book Five,” Rowan adds grimly, “is about survival.”

TIME: DAY 19 OF EXILE, 14:20 HOURS. LOCATION: SECTOR 6 - BASE OF THE APEX SPIRE. STATUS: THE THRESHOLD. The three hundred yards between the Vanguard Behemoth and the front doors of the Apex Spire felt like the longest walk of Ren Walker’s life.