Fall Of Snow Montana Fyre Novels & Stories

he asked in irritation. “I did. That doesn't mean that I want to do it again!” I snapped. “We'll be fine. Did you forget we are in Montana? The winds get strong here, especially during a storm, just chill,” River said. Chill! “You're such an ass,” I huffed. I crossed my arms over my chest. River chuckled at my irritation. Just as we pulled into his driveway, a tree fell onto his garage. I gasped in shock. “Fuck!” River shouted. River threw the middle seat up and grabbed me around the waist. “You need to come in until this shit stops,” he said sternly. He pulled me from the truck. Truthfully, if he hadn't been holding onto me, I would have blown away.

Melanie had said, "You've always wanted to see the snow in your dad's hometown, right? The colonel says I'll be transferred to the northern military district in six months. When you go to Valmore College, we can go see the snow together and walk through it until we grow old." At the time, I was so moved I almost cried. It was clear now that it was only ever my dream, and mine alone to realize. I stayed by the sea until dawn before finally heading home.

Blaine usually went out with a group of five to go hunting to bring the max amount of food back, however today him and the missus got into a big fight, so he left by himself. I watched as he traveled to the east end of the forest. It had the most game over here, most days we had rabbit, some good days we’d eat deer, elk, and buck. Allison helped by bringing some chickens, so we aren’t short on much. I sat 200 yards back, and watched through my scope. My 308 was my best. I never missed a shot with it. I watched as he sat still waiting for the doe to cross his sights one more time.

This was senseless, his screams were long, and my curiosity overpowered my fear when I looked out the frosted window. My fingertips burned, my head pulsed, and I was so ashamed because I was so hungry, terribly hungry. My mouth salivated when I saw the driver pulled apart. Two masked men in large, white fur coats with mud on them, rubbed along their bodies to camouflage into the forest tore his ligaments apart.

Several thick layers of snow covered everything in sight, from the bare branches of the humongous Pines, to the jagged rocky lands and hill slopes, the solitary flowing river nearby too, was encased in frosty glass. The freezing cold vast stretches of the oddly aligned peaks, that were collectively called the Snowy Mountains, truly lived up to its name, providing a perfect set of conditions to ensure, that a werewolf either gets trained to its best abilities or dies of frostbite, and fortunately all the Alphas that were receiving the training currently, did not experience the latter.

Empty. Swift and sure of his getaway, he hurried to the nearest exit and crept out of the church. The icy January wind whipped around him, and he zipped up his black aviator jacket, pulling the sheepskin collar closer to his neck to shield him from the elements. Dark gray clouds had thickened over the city in just a few minutes. The big snowstorm that the news had predicted would be here sooner than the weather meteorologist predicted. According to the weather report, Montana was getting at least two feet of snow. Justin doubted he’d make it to Brad’s mountain hideaway before heavy white flakes blanketed the ground, but he’d try his best.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐕𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 The sky over the Alps didn't just darken; it bruised. The transition from the pristine white of the mountain peaks to the deep, unnatural purple of the descending fleet happened in the space of three ragged breaths. Maya stood in the knee-deep snow with the burner phone still pressed to her ear, listening to the dial tone that sounded like a funeral bell.

“Oh. Wow.” The Big Horn Mountains stretched along the left side, long rolling prairie on the right. The scale of the area was deceiving. They’d drive toward those mountains for another forty-five minutes before they even reach the base. “I don’t know why I’m surprised to see snow on mountaintops in July.” “Those are about thirteen thousand feet so you’d have to climb up awful damn far to get a handful of the stuff. But it’s pretty here. One of my favorite places in Wyoming.”

>>** Harlan barked. Winters slammed the van into gear. They roared towards the upward ramp, tires squealing on the concrete. Daylight flooded in as they hit the incline, blinding after the subterranean gloom. They burst out of the mountainside onto a narrow access road, high on the peak. Behind them, The Aerie was a scene of apocalyptic fury. Thick black smoke poured from multiple levels. Flames licked broken windows. Secondary explosions rumbled deep within the mountain like the growl of a dying beast. Winters didn’t slow. He gunned the engine, sending the van careening down the winding mountain road. Leo held Silas tight, watching the fortress that had been Silas’s gilded cage and Dominic’

The strange thing was that none of the snow on the enormous mountain range ever melted— save for the middle of it. There was a specific area on the peak of Snow Mountain Lydia, where the snow would thaw for two months every summer. Wilbur furrowed his brows. "The whole area's covered in snow, which proves that the temperature there's constantly low. Why would the snow on the mountain peak thaw for two months every year?" Something told Wilbur that Senior Fremont was most likely at the top of this snow mountain. Maybe he had learned some important lesson there and had been cultivating there ever since.