Henry Winter Novels & Stories

Elder Winifred pats my hand one more time before leaning back in her seat with a thoughtful look on her face. “This is true.” She finally says after some time has passed. “But there are always exceptions to this of course.” A comforting smile appears on her gentle face. “One of those exceptions is the reason why Henry also has a wolf swimming around in his mind. A very powerful wolf at that.” Surprise shoots my eyebrows up to the top of my head. My body slams back against my seat as I rethink my many interactions with him recently where I noticed he almost acted like a completely different person. One conversation in particular runs through my head.

A presence that could no longer be ignored. I swallowed hard, tasting the fear and exhilaration that always came with it. I was no longer just Amira Cross, the forsaken omega of Winter Hollow. I was something older, older than the lies that had surrounded me, older than the betrayals that had marked my bloodline. I was the Wolfe of Return. From behind me, Nyla’s footsteps were quiet but deliberate. She came to stand beside me, her eyes scanning the woods as though she could see the unseen dangers lurking beyond the shadows.

“Good to meet ya, miss.” The man stood up from the chair and took my hand, quickly kissing the top of it. He was at least a foot and a half taller than me, making me feel tiny in his presence. “I'm Jane,” I said, craning my neck to look up at him. “I'm Henry,” he replied. “Henry Rucker. Carter mentioned you'd be the one helping to manage my account here at Winthrow, so I wanted to make sure I took the time to meet you.”

Althaia has to be involved in this again. Henry has left the penitentiary and intends to go to Althaia's estate to confront her. He was nearly there when he saw a gathering of werewolves drinking in front of a small, low tent. He some of them right away. He rushed up to them and yanked one of them out of their seats. Everyone was taken aback and horrified to see him. "How did you get out?!" Henry yelled to the man he was holding. "Wait, H-Henry! Why are you doing this?!" the man stuttered as he attempted to break free from his grasp. "Didn't the queen tell you?"

For a while, my phone was nearly blown up. There were congratulations, flattery, and endless attempts to curry favor. They rushed to tell me all the "inside stories" I had never known. "Connor, you have no idea. That Ryan Wells was Manager Cross's college junior!" "Yeah, I heard they dated for a while back in school. Later Ryan latched onto a female professor and dumped Manager Cross." "Recently, that professor's husband brought people to beat him half to death. He had nowhere else to go, so he contacted Manager Cross again!"

Right before I died, I still fantasized that Dad might come to save me. Uncle Arnold's wife, Ethel Gallagher, shrank her neck and glanced at the howling snowstorm outside the window. "Trevor, this snow looks serious. The news has already issued a yellow alert. Has Julian dressed warmly enough?" Dad swallowed a piece of steak, then raised his glass and took a satisfied sip. "I gave him a windbreaker, and he's got thermal underwear underneath. That's more than enough. A man's gotta be able to handle the cold.

"Henry, I heard that you punished Whitney's best friend to avenge Lexie." "Are you talking about Summer? She's Whitney's best friend. That's a good move. Punishing her best friend would yield better results than punishing her." "That's enough. Let's stop talking about her today," Henry stopped them from continuing the conversation and returned to his seat to continue drinking. Even though he had Lexie in his arms, he could not stop glancing at the group of heiresses. Whitney was not the only one missing from the group; Summer was also absent.

I started after she sat on my bed. "My assistant is taking care of things. I'm just returning from visiting Henry. I just...I didn't want to be alone tonight." She replied dolefully. Henry was her ex-boyfriend who committed an offense and has been in prison for two years. He's the only person I know Winter cares about. "I'm sure he's doing okay."

Gone are the heads up bustles of the summer time, when they walk in tight fitting clothes, every eye hiding behind sunglasses and hair flows freely in the breeze and show off the physiques they sweated for in those darker and wetter months. Now is the time they walk heads down in the winter time,every clad in thick duffle or dark wool. He bent his head as he continued walking, unaware of where he was going. All he just wanted to do was free himself from all the emotions, happenings and pains he is going through at the moment. He wanted to scream out loud but he couldn't.....he wanted to hump from very high building down and forget any of it happened in the other world. He wanted some bad to

I’d never told anyone. Even Ryan didn’t know about Henry, but I didn’t think that mattered. He hadn’t been back to town since the night of my eighteenth birthday all those years ago. Ryan Carson had packed up and moved on without so much as a backward glance. As far as I was concerned, he didn’t exist anymore. At that moment, Henry came barreling down the stairs and into the kitchen, dressed and ready. “Time to go, Mama!” he exclaimed. “You’re right, buddy. “It is time to go. Jason, was Mandy going to stop by to look at those wedding favors?”