Freedom Hill Stables Novels & Stories

A soft breeze appeared from nowhere and changed the course of the sand while Quinn shifted mid lunge and went straight for my throat. My feet planted, I grabbed her my the neck, my hands getting hotter and I squeezed. She howled and wriggled around in my grasp. I was holding a squirming wolf who was struggling in my hands and howling like a cat. Her front paws were off the ground and swiped at me, trying to get me to release her, her back paws stayed down, barely brushing the ground. I stayed well out of reach of her front paws and squeezed her wolf neck tighter. I smelled burning hair but my hands stayed where they were. This shewolf had tried to take what was mine. I should break her neck.

Amy hadn't been horseback riding since before the divorce, but her body remembered how and she closed her eyes, tipping her face toward the sun. Leather reins were soft against her palms and the gentle sway of the gelding under her was hypnotic. She breathed in the scent of summer grass and soil, smiling while hooves clomped the earth.

would be worse than expected for them both because of Hope and I. Dad was right; the Hill Country Pack took over as the top pack in Texas with the imploding of the Golf Coast Pack. They were not just physically the strongest but also financially thriving. Philp's call on the winery was spot on, and after my father's investment, things took off. They supplied all the wine for this week. I was more than honored to accept their gift. I was happy Hope was thriving.

In their group, there were only two women, Keira and a very skilled tracker called Sasha. “You know that at twenty-five you are one of the few unmarried women in town, that does not include Hellen.” She had to smile. Hellen was an old lady who lived on her own. She was part of old money, nobody in town knew about this as she mostly kept to herself except where it concerned her father. As a young lady, Hellen had the chance to live on Meraki, but she stayed behind because she fell in love. It was short-lived as just after he died in battle. She knew why Hellen kept to herself. If word got out, she would have been robbed long ago. Lawlessness was part of life, most of the time nothing w

She wouldn’t think about whatever it was with Caleb for now. ✦✦✦ An hour later, Freya stood in the stables, eyes wide as Torin led out a black warhorse with a glossy mane and powerful muscles. Rauk tossed his head, clearly spirited. “Is he always this dramatic?” she asked as the horse snorted and pawed the ground. “He’s just excited to have someone new on his back,” Torin said, swinging up first and then extending a hand. “Come on.” She hesitated only a moment before taking his hand and letting him pull her up—seated in front of him, cradled between his arms as he took the reins.

For the meantime. Atticus sits at the foot of the queen-sized bed, with Joshua glued to his side. “So… we are allowed to play outside, right?” Joshua asks. Hilda snaps a nod. “The stables house four prized horses that have already lived their glory days, you may ride them if you wish... just do not stray too far from the manor.” I frown and narrow my eyes at her, and my curiosity voices itself. “Why?”

I lifted up my hands to try something out until Cassius cut my actions off. “It’s…” Cassius started, but Elijah finished his remarks. “Destroyed…” I felt a cool breeze behind me and whipped around to find a smirking Rhyland and Queen Fara. “Told you I’d be right... behind... you.” His words stumbled over each other as his eyes took in the new land in front of us. The beautiful flags they had spoken about dangled loosely from the flagpoles with rips and tears covering them. Buildings were broken down and looked abandoned with green moss covering them like a blanket of art.

I pouted. Phyllis huffed, turning around to enter the stable, which obviously we stood on its porch. “We will purchase two Horses to lessen the Journey,” She muttered and walked into the stable. She did not precisely say it, but she was not purchasing any horse. The owner rendered the same services the attendant at the inn did. The Pack’s Alpha certainly owned some of these buildings.

Alicia had not failed; he had accepted the spirit of the guitar boy, because as his body disappeared, it was a sign of acceptance. The word "acceptance" seemed so ordinary, but I knew Alicia valued that word too much. If she was unable to gain acceptance from her master, her freedom, and possibly mine, would be in jeopardized. Although I didn't know if it would affect my freedom because she hadn't mentioned anything about it to me. She always talked about other, unimportant things, and seemed to be hiding the important things I should know.

Hubbard's mansion was the biggest in Victorino estate, it was highly secured by mobile policemen and the best of modern technological devices. The white stucco perimeter fence in the mansion loomed six stories high, floodlights around it cast a cold gleam over its surface. Turrets rose from its corners to puncture the night. It had a security station with guards standing at the windows, just watching for the chance to take out anyone who posed a threat. It had a long driveway that circles to a statue of Hubbard sitting beside the fountains.