Going Home Steel Novel Novels & Stories

“Can we go home now?” I smile, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. “Yes, baby. We’re going home.” --- **Extended Scene 1: The Return to the Packhouse** The packhouse is a hive of activity when we return. Warriors tend to the wounded, while others clean up the remnants of the battle. The air is thick with tension, but there’s also a sense of relief—a collective exhale after the storm. As we step inside, the room falls silent, all eyes turning to us. I feel the weight of their gazes, their expectations, their hope.

"They’re trying to turn a Life back into a Story. But as long as we keep the Hearth warm, they’ll never be able to find the 'Full Stop'." I looked at the horizon. The 190th Chapter was over. It wasn't a cliffhanger. It wasn't a tragedy. It was a Settlement. And as the Moon-Apex light in my marrow settled into a steady, peaceful hum, I realized that for the first time in my life, I wasn't waiting for the next chapter. I was In it. The Audit is a Memory. The Asset is a Mother. The North is Home.

"She can die out there for all I care." The call ended. *** My body still lay at the intersection. The crowd was gone. Only the driver stayed beside me. My lips had turned purple. So had my fingers, curled stiff against the frozen ground. Dirt and ice were packed under my nails.

"Mabel, are you defending him? Figures. Your family's from the countryside, too, right? I heard your family raises pigs. No wonder you always smell like manure." Daphne curled her lip, looking at me with thinly veiled pity. Even without pretending, their backgrounds were still far better than mine. "Huh. Guess you and the driver are the same kind of people," she said. "You two probably have a lot in common." "Yeah," Lillian added with a laugh. "Like raising pigs." Their laughter overlapped. I bit my lower lip, letting my expression tighten like I had been hurt. "Say whatever you want about me, but don't drag the driver into it. He works hard every day just to support his family."

You bear direct responsibility. He sighed and placed both hands on my shoulders. "I saw that you bought a plane ticket. "But I don't have time to go home with you. "Take this chance to go back for a few days, all right?" I shook off his hands. "Who said I wanted you to go with me? I'm going home because..." He sneered. "Because you're going home to be matched with someone and get married? "Stop threatening me with that. Hannah already told me your village doesn't have any rule that women must go home and marry at thirty."

Ella’s POV The London fog didn't just sit outside the bookstore; it seemed to have seeped into my very marrow. Isadora Blackwood stood there, a specter of a life I had amputated without anesthesia, her eyes reflecting the same storm-tossed grey as the Thames. "I’m not going back, Isadora," I said, my voice as flat and cold as the coins in the register. "There is no 'home' to go back to. There is a mausoleum filled with people who share a name. That’s it."

Now, all at once, it hit me that everything I had given over the years had been nothing more than a one-sided effort. I was just about to book a flight when I realized I had forgotten my ID and passport, so I had no choice but to return home. The moment I opened the door, I was greeted by a mess all over the floor. Leftover snacks were scattered everywhere, along with half-finished dishes left behind. Right by the bedroom door lay something impossible to miss—a box of levonorgestrel pills and a piece of wine-red lingerie. Willow had never liked being physically intimate with me. Even Naomi's existence had come from a drunken incident.

The name he said belonged to a different version of person. I felt a strange pull in my chest, a mix of dread and yearning. Without saying a word, I turned and walked toward the exit. Asher called after me, “Boss Rylan, where are you going? We still have the…” “Home,” I muttered, already walking faster. “Home? Which one?” ***********________************* The ride back was silent. Asher didn’t ask questions this time, and I didn’t offer explanations. The old Blackwood mansion stood miles away from the city — beautiful and magnificent as always.

Chapter 116: Perplexed **Bryan’s POV** I returned home again, the mansion no longer felt like mine. It reeked of a life I didn’t want anymore. It reeked of lies, of betrayal, of everything I was desperate to cut away from. The polished marble floors gleamed under the chandeliers, the scent of fresh roses clung to the hallways, yet the air itself felt rotten. Staff whispered as I passed, their eyes flicking nervously toward Bella’s wing of the house. The heavy doors there were shut tight, as though the darkness itself had bolted them.

Not having anyone to talk to, especially other women, brought on more pain. The Walkers had been right the entire time. Humans and other species were not so different from werewolves. They had different appearances and characteristics, yet they all just longed to live peacefully alongside one another. -=- It has been a while since I began this story, and I appreciate that you have reached the end. Finding Home is my first werewolf story, so forgive me if it took time to write. I apologize for taking time to write the last remaining chapters, as life and work piled too high on my plate and I couldn’t write anything creative. Thank you again for reading this far, and I hope you liked the endin