Henry Winter Novels & Stories

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.

"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!"

Winter appeared in the doorway, having changed into one of my t-shirts and a pair of sweatpants that she'd rolled at the waist. "Everything okay? I thought I heard a crash." "Just a small incident," I said, not wanting to worry her. "Thomas was thirsty." But Winter's eyes had already found the pot on the stove, then Thomas's pale face, then the cabinet that was hanging slightly open. I watched her piece it together in real-time, her expression shifting from confusion to understanding to horror. "Tommy, were you trying to get a glass from up there?" "I didn't know I should ask," he said quickly. "Derek explained it to me. I know now."

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.”

Panic sets in and I feel a low rumble in my chest when my wolf comes forward angry at the though of her being hurt. “Easy killer,” the deputy says. “Truth be told, they bit off more than they could chew with that one.” “How long have I been out?” I ask Doc while he is giving me the once over. “Almost two weeks Gabe.” He replies. Shit, I think to myself. She is probably long gone by now. “I don’t think so,” Theo says “she is close, her scent is here. If she is gone it wasn’t long ago.” Theo, I can tell, is exhausted from working to heal me all this time, and steps back to rest. “Hey there,” I hear from the French doors opening into the living room. I look up and see Hannah, standing

“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.

"I haven't seen them, so I'm afraid I don't know them. But if you want to know, Ms. West, I can check the surveillance now." Elaine spat irritably, "It's a guy about six feet tall. He's got an Andrunian face. He's quite good-looking. I don't know which descent he belongs to." As Henry had spoken fluent Asteshese during their encounters, Elaine couldn't exactly tell what Henry's background was. However, she knew he wasn't Drakenian. Elaine had noticed the luxurious limited-edition watch on Henry's wrist earlier. It was a brand that her childhood friend had bragged about non-stop after getting her hands on one herself.

Frotconn and Collosus Group would no longer have to fear running low on collaboration opportunities. The two senior members of the Harrison family were extremely pleased with what Winter had done and thought she had done a good job this time. Hence, with their encouragement, Winter and Xavier had gone on a holiday. That was why Winter had only just woken up. Xavier’s endurance had been extremely high last night, and she was exhausted. Upon hearing what Jane said, Winter thought she came bearing good news. “Today’s news? What’s it about? Is it saying that I’ve gotten the Saint Di sponsorship?”

Something seemed wrong with his mind. On the screen, I saw him smiling as he peeled the skin off his own family members, trying to wrap it around himself. My stomach churned. I turned my head away and started doing exercises on the spot instead. Three months later, the blizzard finally stopped. The temperature returned to normal. Countless people had died in that freezing disaster. The entire Baker family vanished in the endless snow, unnoticed by anyone. As for the employees of the Lewis Group, thanks to my father's early warning, most of them survived.