Henry Winter Novels & Stories

"Yes, you do recall? He painted." "Well, I do remember but not quite. You see, I only know him as my ancestor on the most intimate level. He's mostly remembered as one of the greatest painters of his time all around the world, and to the packs, he was one of us." Winter said. What she didn't know about Vinci however, was what she didn't know about herself. That she was his reincarnation and that standing before her was an unfinished business from a past life. His own life.

Some small cut sandwiches and some cookies were also off to the side of the cheese plate. “I guess I should actually do introductions.” Ember sat down where Damian normally sat. “Winter is the daughter of Haylin Cyrus.” My eyes widened. “Wait…Linny? Linny is…” I looked over at Winter but I realized I was being extraordinary daft. Winter was the spitting image of Haylin. She was over at the pack house when I was younger all most as much as Ember was. However, I hadn’t heard that name in a long time. Not since I stood between Ember and Damian at her funeral.

"What was his role while I lay in the dark?" Marcus placed another folder on the desk. "Henry has been operating in the shadows for the past three weeks. He was in direct communication with Lydia Clarke. He knew the Moonlight Pack was sending a proxy bride. His plan was to let the poison kill the bride, declare your recovery impossible, and challenge the matriarch for the Alpha title before the pack council at the upcoming winter solstice." Catherine stood up, her blue eyes flashing with maternal fury. "Henry... that ungrateful leech! I treated him like a second son after his parents passed. To think he would conspire with our neighbors to steal your throne!"

"Derek—" "No." I spun to face Winter, who flinched slightly at the intensity in my voice. I immediately softened my tone, reminding myself that none of this was her fault. "I'm sorry. But I really am Derek Hale. That man on the screen is my assistant, Peter Chen, and he's staging some kind of corporate coup with my mother's blessing." Winter's smile was kind but patronizing. "Okay. Sure. If you say so." "Winter—"

James walked toward the village. At the entrance of the village, there was a willow tree planted. Beneath the tree sat a thirty-year-old man with dark skin who was staring blankly into the distance while nibbling a tiny blade of grass. It was Henry. Beside him was a woman, who was dressed in a white dress and had a slender figure. “Henry, when can we leave?” the woman asked. The woman was none other than Whitney Walker, Henry’s wife. Henry sighed. “I don’t know either. I’m very bored too inside the Celestial Abode. I want to travel the world with James.”

’ I was about a five minute ride on the ATV because I would have to go all the way around the small patch of woods around my house, so I decided to shift in order to make better time by going through the woods. I was the closest, but everyone was heading towards the house. Christine by now would have everyone moved into the vault until the threat was eliminated. ‘Gabe, Hannah went to your place to get something and hasn’t made it back, but they’re here.’ My heart sank at her words and a burst of adrenaline coursed through my wolf and he increased speed. All either of us could think of was getting to her, we can’t let anything happen to our woman.

“You have my word.” Henry sat back in his chair and cleared his throat. His face now came across as sad rather than stern. “Mr and Mrs Chadwick died in a fire 13 years ago. My memory of that day is very clear cut- they wanted me to go out with Flynn for the day so they could prepare the house for his birthday party the next day. When we arrived back, a lot of the house was in flames and I couldn’t see any emergency services. I told Flynn to stay in the car and called the emergency services. Then I got as close as I could to see if there was anyone stuck in the areas that weren’t engulfed by the fire yet yet,” Henry paused. “They were there calling out for help. As I went to smash the window,

I call him, hoping he hasn't forgotten that he sent someone on an errand. “She can keep the smoothie and the change,” Henry utters and turns the steering wheel. The car enters the highway and Rowan removes his jacket to leave his grey turtle neck shirt on. Henry observes him quickly. “Do you need the AC increased, boss?” He shakes his head. “The jacket only feels suffocating.” Henry nods. I'm quiet. I don't want to say anything. My mind is troubled by what the girl at the restaurant said about Rowan and the previous women in his life.

Hannah remembered that after her rescue, Henry had been very silent. He never talked about breakups again when he learned about her experience. She could sense that he was feeling down, blaming himself, and frustrated. Despite all this, he never smoked, even on sleepless nights. Back in college, Henry, the son of the Toussaints, studied tirelessly and was an outstanding student. The usually confident Hannah faced challenges when pursuing him. It made her look at Henry in a more serious light. He was different from the typical rich kids. He had his own goals and principles.

Hans nodded repeatedly. After the Larkins were wiped out overnight, Helen was left exasperated. She wanted Zeb arrested, only to be told that he and his entire family ran away in fear of punishment. The next morning, she visited Frank's hilltop mansion again… only for Winter to receive him. "Who are you looking for?" Winter asked, still in her pajamas and groggy from sleep as she studied Helen. Helen was pretty and had a perfect figure, accentuated by the black figure-hugging shirt she wore.