Going Home Steel Novel Novels & Stories

Something more serious surfaced. “I have been thinking,” he said quietly. “That is rarely comforting.” His gaze held mine steadily. “Would you like to return home, Rhea.” The word struck me deeper than the threat of death had. Home. Images rose in my mind. The familiar corridors. The scent of pine beyond the walls. The room where Freye lay fighting for breath. My chest tightened painfully. Home no longer felt simple. It felt divided. Alpha Malric stepped closer, lowering his voice. “Dove.”

"I was terrified to come back here. I thought they’d see my leaving Manhattan as a failure. I thought I’d disappointed them." Jovan’s arm tightened around me, his thumb tracing small circles on my shoulder. "And now?" "Now I realize home isn't a trophy room for your successes. It’s the place you go to bleed when the world cuts you open," I said. I closed my eyes, breathing in the scent of damp earth and pine. "And now, I have two. One here, and one... wherever you are." Jovan kissed the top of my head. "And soon, we’ll build our third one in London."

His scent, a unique blend of familiarity and warmth, wafted through the air, triggering a flood of memories and emotions. The airport's hustle and bustle faded into a distant hum, leaving only the two of us suspended in a timeless embrace. The term "home" took on a new dimension as I nestled against his chest. It wasn't about physical spaces or geographical locations; rather, it was embodied in the contours of his arms, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, and the silent promise that we carried within us. In his embrace, I found the solace that resonated with the sentiment of coming home – a home that transcended walls and boundaries.

“I wanted to let you know that you are free to return to the siltus pack whenever you like, if you wish. I won’t hold you back from being where your heart mostly desires, even though I will miss you greatly.” “Why do you think I would want to go back there?” He shrugged, “I don’t know… You seemed so happy being there, like you belong. I almost felt bad having to come and bring you back here, if not that I needed so much.” “Oh, brother. The fact that I was happy there doesn’t mean that’s where I belong. This is where my home is. I only went to the siltus pack to have some time heal, I am so different from the wolves there, I knew I would never fit in right from the moment I arrived there. Now

Charlie finishes. The black woman shrugs lightly, her hand playing with her tendrils. "I don't want them coming into this type of world. I know, Steinfield is a fairly decent place but I bet they won't want to live here all their life. What if they wanna explore? Go out the world and do shit? I don't want them to see... to see the things I've seen," She whispers the end, anguish seeping into her tone. Charlie smiles softly. Deedah was just being a normal woman with motherly instincts.

When the show ended, heavy rain poured down, washing away all the filth and ugliness. A rainbow stretched across the horizon. I understood then that whatever didn’t kill me would only make me stronger. Now that I had a new life, there was no need to be chained to the past. I was no longer someone who stayed still. I would keep moving forward because only then could I find more beautiful scenery. My future was full of endless possibilities.

I put the shirt down and look at the item I had wrapped in the shirt. It was a glass rose; it didn’t have any color it was completely clear but down the steam in gold letters down the stem of the rose said, ‘I’ll always come home Rose’. My father got it for me on my seventh birthday. At the time I was having reoccurring nightmares that he was going on a deployment and then never comes home, my dad stayed with me every night after I would wake up screaming and tell me he would always come home. Ever since he gave me this he has always and only called me Rose, everyone else calls me Ro, but he won’t.

**Homecoming** The familiar scent of home—the faint aroma of Claire’s lavender candles, the comforting smell of old wood, and the lingering hint of last night’s rain—filled the air as the Hayes family finally stepped through their front door. Despite the exhaustion from the relentless chase and the constant threat looming over them, the warmth of their home brought a fleeting sense of safety. For the first time in what felt like ages, they were back where they belonged. But the sanctuary of their home was tempered by the reality of the battles still ahead.

This time, I was finally going home. (The End)

But after all I did, after all I have been through, I didn’t even got one! Kahit ilang beses ko ng sinabi sa sarili ko, that this isn’t a world inside a book anymore, I just keep denying it. I keep denying and turning a blind to it because if I did acknowledge that fact. It would just mean that I’m living on a separate world, by that there’s no way I would be back. There’s no way I can return. I can no longer go home. Just like what I have read from the diary entry of Senior Janice. Me and her were like Kassandra, we have a home were we belong, a home we long for.