Hannah Montana Novels & Stories

She kept her eyes fixated on the floor. “And this? Wolfsbane, right?” I asked, looking inside at the dried purple flowers. I unfolded the piece of paper. The ink bled with the rain as the paper disintegrated, but it was still legible. “Cato Loren: dark blonde hair, blue eyes, six-foot tall, attends Manson High.” I looked at her frozen, ghostly face. “A description of my son. But you didn’t mean to cross the border, huh?” I crumpled the paper and flung it at the ground.

"We've got quite a few topics to discuss. First of all, we are hearing some rumors regarding the whereabouts of Finn, but nothing solid on Sam; is that correct?" "That's right," Hannah spoke up. "While you were gone, we caught wind that Finn may well have made his way into Montana. Morgan and her team have had several reports that he may be hiding out in the mountains in her territory. She's putting together a group to do some probing and see if they can at least get some visual confirmation before she requests assistance."

I follow wordlessly as Hannah checks on Sienna. Raven is short, but her deadly demeanor makes her 3 inches taller. She has the body of a warrior, broad shoulders, hips, round ass, and legs that have climbed many mountain tops in her days working with air force’s extraction team. Too bad she preferred the company of a woman. Her light green eyes are small, but get smaller when she’s worried, and the lines around her eyes are the only giveaway that she is in her late 30s. “River just called. Apparently Natasha is the one with the problem, not Sienna.”

“Mrs Caldwell is very particular about the searches. It’s to make sure we’re not taking anything into the quarters that shouldn’t be there.” “Hmm,” I mused. “Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it. My name is Hannah by the way, but we mostly go by last names, so call me Morgan.” Hannah Morgan. The name sounded familiar. Paired with her faded blonde hair that was almost white and her tanned skin, it could only mean one thing. “You’re from…?” “Sleepy Hollow. Same as you. I know your sister. It’s sad what happened to her. I believe it must’ve been a big misunderstanding. Aria would never steal.”

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I nod, walking over. "I'm Hannah," she says, patting the bench beside her. She's young, maybe only a year or two older than me. Blonde hair in a ponytail, bright blue eyes, genuinely warm smile. "I'm one of the healers. Well, healer-in-training, technically. Still learning." "Nice to meet you." "You too! Oh my god, we've all been dying to meet you. The triplets' fated mate. That's so rare. So special."

Maya sits in the reading nook with the Missoula morning through the window. "Like the bass note is back," she says. "The real version. Not a city. Something quieter." She pauses. "Something more specific." "Good," Aria says. "It's going to be slow," Maya says. "He's—he has work to do. On himself. He knows it and he's starting to do it." "You're okay with slow?" "I moved to Montana," Maya says. "I learned to hike. I figured out how to think about nothing in particular on a ridge." She looks out the window at the Missoula morning. "I can do slow."

"The car is ready whenever you are." The drive to Port Willows took almost an hour, winding through increasingly picturesque coastal landscapes. I used the time to pepper Tiny with questions about what I should expect. "Madam Hannah is... traditional," Tiny explained, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. "She's trained Lunas for over forty years and has very specific ideas about proper pack hierarchy." "Will she hold my mixed blood against me?" I asked bluntly. Tiny's hands tightened imperceptibly on the steering wheel. "Madam Hannah respects Alpha Moretti too much to openly disparage his mate," he said carefully. "But you should prepare yourself for... high expectations."

She was so angry that she wanted to throw her phone, but in the end, she held back and sent a message to Hollis: "Where are you? Do you have any plans for tonight? If not, let's hang out." It had been seven or eight minutes since the message was sent, and Hollis hadn't replied. Hannah felt that everything was going wrong today. Never mind, Hollis doesn't need to accompany her, she can go play by herself! With a determined spirit, Hannah put on heavy makeup, changed into a dress, and drove to Cloud Top wearing a fur coat. Today is Sunday, Mona was not in the store. Hannah went to a booth by herself, and during that time, someone came over to ask for her contact information. She sat there, com

We moved faster than necessary, and when we finally got there, what presented itself before us, I didn't think she had gone this far, and with so much damage as well. Hannah was running at full speed, she was so fast if I weren't using my werewolf sight she would have seemed like a blur, and even then I still struggled to see her properly. She leaped off the ground at least three feet into the air before she came crashing down on the tree, shattering and falling it instantly, barks flying everywhere. I exclaimed, she was indeed really powerful, maybe even one on one with Alpha Jaxon, maybe she could take him down.