Homecoming By Kate Morton Summary Novels & Stories

On our way home, I give Kate, our house keeper a call, informing her that we would be at the house in a few minutes and a sumptuous meal would be delightful as we had all not had real food since we got here. “Change up quickly and come downstairs. We should have dinner, yes?” I say as soon as we step into the house and they all nod in response, everyone slipping into their various rooms to shower. It was so strange for me. Taking on the responsibilities of a wife already. It wasn’t so bad. I hurry to the bedroom, helping Liam out of his clothes as he prepared for a bath. “How did Kate know that we were coming back? I don’t remember calling her and I don’t think Dad did either. Do you think i

Like the whole bar had taken a breath and decided not to let it go. Pool balls stopped cracking in the back. The woman near the fireplace went silent mid-laugh. Someone’s chair creaked once, then stilled. Even the humans looked around, confused by the sudden pressure crawling over their skin. Wolves understood. Dominance had a temperature. And Damien Thorncroft had brought the storm in with him. My pulse hammered in my throat. Maggie came back to my end of the bar, her expression carefully blank. Too carefully. She took one look at my face and went pale.

As always, she'd watched him leave and reminded him to be safe on the road. Yet, when he recalled the mysteriously disappearing objects at home and what Neo said, fear overcame him once more. He'd run multiple red lights on the way home. When he arrived, he'd barely parked the car properly before rushing in. The lights were off. Everything seemed to be how he'd left it that morning. It was eerily silent. Charlie could even hear his own breathing. "Yuliana! Yuliana Beckett." There was no response, save for his own echo.

Walter sneered, "Alice, you just got lucky latching onto my brother. Sure, he beat me up, but do you actually believe he'd kill me for you?" I came from a somewhat well-to-do family with modest assets, but my parents died when my younger siblings, Damian and Melinda, and I were very young. The three of us were raised by my paternal aunt, Karen Carter, but she and her entire family treated us poorly. We were constantly verbally and physically abused. They had even seized the assets our parents left us. In fact, Aunt Karen's husband, Frank, would constantly try to take liberties with me. It was only out of consideration for Aunt Karen that he never went too far.

Even if she divorced Elijah, she would provide child support. Once done with that, she found that she had nowhere to go. After she'd made her decision, Lawrence had taken her identification paperwork and documents so that they could be destroyed. This meant she couldn't even check into a hotel. Julia had no choice but to head back home, even if no one there wanted her. Along the way, she passed by a pet store with a basket of little kittens in the window who were mewling softly. Remembering how Coby had once said his birthday wish was to have a pet, she stopped and picked out a kitten.

Dark Lands: Homecoming Authors Note: This story is a side note to The Charmer, meant for those of you who wanted to know Wiley’s story. It’s not meant to stand alone, so if you don’t already know how her story ends, you’ll have to read TC. She hated parties. Parties were full of happy, smiling people. Wiley James had never fit into that crowd, so she ditched her boss’s birthday bash and ran off to the hills. Literally. Sometimes a girl had to go AWOL.

Put one foot in front of the other. If I were to truly let myself feel everything, there’s a good chance I would shatter into a million pieces. And who would be there to put me back together? No one, that’s who. My friends are a thousand miles away and all of my family is dead. I don’t have the luxury of falling apart. “Good.” I smile at her. “Really good.” Her eyes narrow. She’s not buying it. “It’s hard picking up and starting at a new school. My first day at Hawthorn I was terrified.”

It's been ten years since I followed my fated mate, Grace Murphy, into the human world. Her childhood friend, Fred Williams, is dying. His one last wish? To experience marriage. Grace said yes. She told me she wanted to give her wedding to Fred. I didn't cry. I didn't fight. I just smiled, slid the ring off my finger, and handed it back to her. She brought Fred home and said she wanted to give him a home. I said, “Okay,” softly, and stepped aside—clean, neat, no fuss. She wanted to take Fred to Hawaii—the honeymoon destination I'd been dreaming about for years. I still helped her book everything, calm and composed. The day she boarded that plane, I finally answered the summons from my pack.

The early fall air was unusually heavy for late September and the sun had already set, which brought a slight chill to the damp air. Becca, Molly, and I wandered around behind the bleachers along with most of the other students. The only people who really came to homecoming for the game were either the parents or the players themselves. For everyone else, it was just a place to be other than home, not that there was anything else to do in our small town. As we walked through the crowd of our peers, someone suddenly yells “LOOK OUT!” and the next thing I know, I’m being tackled as a Nerf football goes flying passed my head.

We had not just survived our story. *** The homecoming was not a fanfare, but a quiet, profound reintegration. Arthur moved back into the house, and the silence that had been so oppressive was now filled with the comfortable, familiar sounds of our life together—the rustle of his newspaper, the clink of his coffee cup, the soft hum of his presence in the next room. The peace felt deeper now, hard-won and infinitely more precious.