Garwood Novels & Stories

One month after the fainting incident. False alarm. Rose not pregnant. Ethan bought building anyway. Rose Blackwood-Carter, 20, who hated billionaires, was back to wiping coffee tables in Shoreditch, wearing Zara, sneakers, floral tote bag, but now with a Patek Philippe hidden in her tote bag - Leo's gift, she refused to wear it, but kept it because "it's expensive and I hate expensive but I hate waste more."

If he cannot out-talk me, he is just going to stay out of my way. After loading up the mead, I steer the steel wagon back to the Pacific Crest Resort. I look up at the towering stone gates, noticing the massive 'W' carved into the archway, and point at it. "That 'W' wouldn't happen to stand for 'Walker', would it?"

INoah’s POV The smell of Gardenia incense was so thick in the Grand Ballroom that it felt like breathing through a wet silk veil. It was Doreen’s favorite scent, a sharp, cloying floral that lacked the wild, earthy sweetemphasisehe jasmine that used to define the Thorne estate. It was a civilized scent, she had told me, designed to mask the musk of the wolves that inhabited these halls. I stood on a raised dais, my arms extended like a sacrificial lamb, while three tailors from the Capital pinned a waistcoat of shimmering charcoal brocade to my frame.

POV EMMA BELLE The Royal Gardens of the Sun-Spire were a masterpiece of southern arrogance. Every hedge was trimmed to a perfect geometric angle, every fountain pulsed with enchanted water that changed color with the tide, and the air was thick with the scent of jasmine and salt. It was the last place you’d expect to find a wild wolf of the Deep Woods, which made it the perfect setting for the most awkward date in the history of the North. "Are you sure we’re at the right angle?" I whispered, crouched behind a particularly dense topiary shaped like a giant swan.

A secret part of me is also looking forward to seeing Alpha Jeremey again, As Lionidas drives us towards the Northern pack lands I wonder how I can ask questions about Leo without asking direct questions about Leo. I wish I remembered the car ride when we left the pack before so I could tell if I was close or not but nothing looked familiar but there was an intense feeling building up in my stomach. Like a bubble of excitement but it was laced with fear. Like I was moving towards something vital but I didn’t know what it was going to be. As we continued driving, I finally saw something I recognised, the main square of the Golden Harvest Pack. It felt so strange to be looking at this place. O

POV DARLENE The air inside the newly christened Heartwood Citadel—the former Black Citadel, now a living fortress of cedar, quartz, and violet-gold sap—carried a scent that hadn't existed since the beginning of the 28th Cycle. It wasn't the ozone of technology or the copper of war; it was the intoxicating aroma of Safe Sovereignty. Outside, the "Sovereign Static" shielded the world from the celestial auditors, but inside these walls, the "Too Much" energy had settled into a gentle, rhythmic hum.

“So where are we?” Max got out of the car and walked around to open my door. “Come. I want to show you something.” I stepped out, shivering slightly as a breeze kissed my skin. Max reached into the backseat and pulled out his jacket, draping it over my shoulders without a word. The scent of cedarwood and something primal clung to it his scent. We followed the cobblestone path in silence. It led us through a thicket of trees until we reached a small clearing. A wrought iron fence enclosed a beautifully kept grave, surrounded by wildflowers and lavender. A marble headstone stood at its center.

Chapter 39: Embers of Rebellion Amara – Crescent Moon Pack, North Tower The wind howled through the open windows of the North Tower, carrying with it the unmistakable scent of something ancient—charred bone mingling with the faint, bitter tang of blooming wolfsbane. It was a scent that felt alive, as if the very air around me was remembering something old, something primal. It lingered in my lungs, tugging at memories I hadn’t dared to revisit.

"So.... please let me." He nodded slowly, his gaze never leaving mine. He started the car and drove off silently. Minutes later, he parked at the garage of a bar—Hidden Lair. He gave the valet the car keys and together we made our way inside. The moment I walked into the bar, the scent of burnt cinnamon, wolfsbane residue, and something stronger hit me hard. Gomez had told me the place was strictly for wolves who wanted to forget their sorrows. Wolves like me. They were experts at mixing drinks which were capable of getting werewolves drunk.

At the entrance of the Starry Building, a dark red sports car was parked conspicuously. Bard leaned casually against the door, attracting plenty of attention, though he couldn't care less. His lips curled into a cocky smirk as he stared intently toward the main entrance. When Marah walked out and spotted Bard standing there, she felt a pang of surprise, quickly replaced by annoyance.