Greystone Ridge Novels & Stories

Me dating my brother's girlfriend is a magnet for judgmental looks. The trucks in front of us come to a stop and so do the ones that walked. I think we're here. We just have to wait for the signal. The signal appears, a red light. Chloe and I immediately get out of the car and we join the others. We leave our vehicles in the woods and we head over to Triton Manor. An abandoned cookie-making factory. I hear Chloe tell her mom to stay close to her. My parents are upfront and they don't need my protection. They're skilled warriors. My dad taught me and Nathan everything we need to know. I barely use my werewolf abilities to do anything but tonight is gonna change. We don't wait for a leader to

A place away from the city center where no one would look twice. I tapped my chin, searching through my memories of the timeline. Suddenly, a specific name surfaced. *The Obsidian Ridge Estate.* It was a premium residential development built five years ago on the rugged, rocky northern cliffs outside Oakhaven. At the time, the public mocked the developer. The location was considered poor—isolated, windy, difficult to access via standard transit, and bordered by steep hills. Sales had been abysmally low, leaving the estate practically a ghost town.

“Urban Crest Subdivision.” I should have known. Urban Crest was somewhere that I had only heard about but never seen as it was a gated community for only the richest and most elite in Wood Haven. A nervous thrill went through my body as I realized I was actually excited to see the big huge homes. I was so happy that it wasn’t dark yet so I could actually see and appreciate them.

The signal had grown unreliable, and satellite positioning drifted, but older map data still provided accurate distances. After a quick check, Cyrus had his answer. "Greenvich Academy sits in the West Ridge District. The straight-line distance from Cloudcrest Manor is 14 miles. At that range, even a single connected phone call is a miracle." Scarlett and Zoey froze, then understanding dawned on their faces. "So that's why." Cyrus looked at Scarlett and said with a teasing edge, "Or maybe she thought you were already dead and did not bother calling." Scarlett clenched her fists. "No way. I'm… I'm a grown adult, okay?"

“Nah.” He tried to ignore the chill running up his spine. ⏩ The Next Morning He didn’t sleep. Didn’t eat. Just showed up. Greystone Tower was one of those buildings you didn’t walk into unless you had a badge or a Rolex. The kind of place with its own elevator music, silent lobby guards, and receptionists who judged your shoes before they looked at your face. Noah wore jeans and a button-up that didn’t quite fit his shoulders. When he told the front desk he had a 10 a.m. appointment with Merrick, Laughton & Ruelle, the receptionist blinked twice before handing him a temporary visitor badge without a word.

“Make sure to get the good shrooms.” “Dad!” I say, faking my shock. “Are you suggesting I bring you illegal drugs?” “Don’t be so uptight.” We all laugh, and I wave goodbye to Dad and Wendy, setting off down the driveway. It’s about a ten-minute walk to the nature preserve, which surrounds the lake. There are hiking trails with gorgeous views, and it’s so hot and humid today there aren’t many people on them. Silver Ridge is a small town, but people travel from all over to walk these trails and use our lake. The stigma of glaring at outsiders is strong here, and it’s easy to spot someone visiting from out of town.

Envy I couldn't find fault with the security surrounding Grey Peak. Their preparations started on the border of High Valley with checks there and then again as we crossed into the Grey Peak territory. Inside there we had several more stops and directions down different roads as we were guided to a lodge or inn outside of their residential area. It must be used often for guests as the rooms were modern and well appointed with plenty of staff to assist visitors.

This complete lack of devastation sent her into a frantic spiral. "It is the truth! I am not baring false teeth this time!" she shrieked, her scent turning sour with panic. "Echo Ridge Villa is located just past the southern ridge. If your wolf is so brave, go scent the territory yourself!" Echo Ridge Villa was one of the ancestral estates Lydiasa Hawthorne had presented to us when Andrew and I first joined our marks. Lydiasa had taken me across the high valleys, letting my inner wolf select a territory property to claim and establish as our private mating den.

Adam was halfway through his review of Havenridge’s updated financial reports when Melissa suddenly pushed open the office door; her expression dark. He didn't need to ask to know something was wrong “There’s a problem.” Adam placed the document down on the slightly arranged desk, “what kind of problem?” “Riverside Heights.” Adam frowned slightly. Out of the six properties managed by Havenridge, Riverside Heights was one of the larger residential buildings. While it wasn't luxurious, it was one of the most stable ones… Or at least it was supposed to be.

"But we're getting closer. Keep moving." We moved to the next location, a series of small houses used for shady dealings. Each one was a potential hideout, and we searched them all leaving no stone unturned. The hours blurred together as we moved from place to place. Finally, we reached a larger compound, heavily guarded. This had to be it. We regrouped, going over our plan one last time. "Remember," Prez said, his voice steely. "No one gets in our way. We find Vick and bring her home."