Henry Winter 소설 & 이야기

I swallow my fear, peeking behind me to search the crowd for threats that aren’t there. “Hey,” he captures my attention again. “You’re safe. Whatever’s going on, I’ve got your back.” He rubs my arms affectionately. “Besides, the Mae I know can handle anything.” He offers a reassuring smile, and I finally begin to unbind my muscles. I look over this man I’ve known since college. Just a year ahead of me, Henry Whitmore came from one of the political families my father was always cozying up to. Now the Alpha of a large park, Henry has become a strong candidate for the Werewolf Presidency. He’s been inviting me to work with him for so long, even after I initially declined – though I never explai

My heart was pounding in my chest, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps as I ran. On getting to the cliff, I could clearly make out the features of the person standing on the cliff. It was a 5 '11 male with chestnut-colored hair. It was Henry, a beta werewolf and Veronica's older brother. I slowed my pace, trying to catch my breath as I approached him. "Henry, what are you doing here?" I called out, my voice rough with emotion. He turned around and grinned widely as though he was enjoying the sight of me panting heavily.

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.

He then shot to his feet and tried to hug me, but his arms closed around nothing. I had already disappeared into the wind along with the snow. "Please don't go, Whitney! Please don't leave me!" Henry yelled with a raw, heartbreaking fervor. Yet, the only thing that answered him was the howling wind and the snowfall that was getting heavier. He collapsed into the snow, letting the snow cover him layer by layer. He lay there as if the all-encompassing snow was me, his lost love, holding him in a final embrace. It was the following morning when a passerby found Henry frozen to death on the side of the road, still holding onto a photo of me.

One of the doctors apologized to us, "We’re very sorry. He suffers from a severe mental illness. He escaped from the hospital this morning. We’ll take him back immediately." As they led him away, he kept looking at me with lingering attachment, though his gaze now held a vacant, unfocused quality. Later, with Rowan’s help, Aurelion Dynamics continued to grow stronger. Two years later, our first child was born. He was a handsome baby boy named Caelum Mercer. One bright morning, Rowan looked at Caelum in my arms and said gently, "When you grow up, the two of us will protect Mommy together. We’ll be her knights."

Soon, old scandals resurfaced, banks withdrew loans, partners abandoned ship, and reporters besieged the mansion. Kirk updated me. "Richard blames it all on Olive, saying she colluded with outsiders to drain the company. Liam and Neal have cut ties with the Winters and are being hunted by Richard's enemies." I paused on a page—an equity certificate for a biotech company my mother owned. In my past life, Richard had obsessed over it but couldn't unlock its technological secrets. I closed the file. "Time to let him know what it feels like to lose everything." Three days later, the Winters Group declared bankruptcy.

“We can’t just leave it here. It could cause problems for us.” Henry let out a dismissive scoff, his confidence unshaken. “Look around me. There’s nobody here,” he retorted, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. “Also, that pile of crap isn’t going to cause any problems for us. H was a worthless scumbag with a long list of enemies. There’s no way they’ll trace it back to us.” Martin’s eyes widened in disbelief. He had underestimated Henry’s audacity and the lengths he was willing to go to achieve his goal, and deep down, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease about the consequences of their actions.

He motioned again for me to follow him. “Please read and walk, Ms. Walton. We have to meet the housekeepers," he explained. For an old man, Thomas sure was quick. How did he get so far ahead of me so quickly? I tried my best to balance the book in my hands while I hurried to catch up to him. Luckily, I didn’t have to flip too many pages. Henry was one of Mr. Weston's “regulars” apparently. Age: 26 Occupation: Chef Personality: Passionate, creative, focused, friendly

Christian immediately went to join Mel while Henry and I moved to the bar. “It makes me happy to see this all coming together.” Henry said, while looking at the crowd. “I'm glad I did this with you.” “You never told me why you were willing to though.” He smiled sadly. “I had a younger sister. She was a survivor. I did this in remembrance of her.” “She would be proud of you.” “I'm sure she is.” He nodded. “Oh, please excuse me.” I watched as he approached a woman that looked oddly familiar. When she turned around, I realized that she was Mel's assistant, Alexandra. It was my first time seeing them together but the air around them looked ambiguous.

says Henry as he gives me a look, "they said it was fine, and they wished for a happy wedding. I think one of the five, a friend of Dad's, asked for an invitation." "Which member?" I ask. "I think it was Winsor. Maybe Challant? I don't know. One of them anyhow." Well, that problem solved itself rather quickly. Finished packing up everything, Henry hauls the bag onto his shoulder. He walks ou oft the room, and I follow him to the car. Dad looks like he's already finished bringing everything of his. The air is definitely cold. Brazen cold. On the edge of the sky, I can make out dark stormy clouds. But above us a clear bright winter sky rains down sunshine. For now.