Homeward Bound Fargo Novels & Stories

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.

I couldn’t hear it, but they laughed at me. And that brings us here. The lady talking about the overturn of a passenger bus in South America dies with the ignition. The garage is dark and quiet after the automatic light switches itself off. The hood ticks steadily into the silence, tick, tock, tick, tock—or left, right, left, right. An arc on the windshield is cleared from the wipers, through which I can stare into a rather untidy storage rack; boxes upon boxes of loose papers and binders line the shelves, a pile of shoes strewn about, a single sandal whose twin I’m sure I’ve lost.

I could throw it in the trash. - Can not argue with that. Sammy clutched the pendant in her hand. - Thank you. - Yes. Blair sighed as she looked ahead. Sammy sat next to her for the first time, not feeling the urge to nail her, and she seemed to be thinking the same thing. - I'm leaving here. - What? Samantha raised her eyebrows. – Are you leaving? Where? "Fargo," Abby said. “Father was offered a job there, and he decided that there was nothing for us to do here. Too dangerous ... What happened to Miranda put the last point.

Back then, Ruby was always dreaming about the capital city of Norcrown. "Silas, if our company ever really makes it big, let's move our headquarters to Norcrown! But I've heard office space in the financial district costs a fortune… When the time comes, let's rent an entire floor and make it grand! How does that sound?" I was still lost in thought when the car stopped in front of an estate in the heart of the city. The moment I walked in, the smell of home-cooked food greeted me. My mom ran out of the kitchen, her eyes red, and she gave me a big hug. "Silas! You're finally home! Look how thin you've gotten! Just how much have you been through out there?!"

I wanted to be with her forever. Then one day, my parents told me I was a beastfolk, not human. I was a snake. Because of that, I pulled away from Nancy, worried that she would hate me for what I really was. To keep my beastfolk instinct under control and manipulate my forms, I went overseas. A professional team would help me train out there. Her photos were the only thing that relieved me of my longing for years. They kept me hanging in there. … When I came back, I found out she had a lot more friends, almost like she'd live happily even without me.

Her broken jaw was completely healed now and she felt no trouble with it. Alpha Marcus was an arrogant man. He was also a pervert. It was his perverted nature that made him have his basement soundproofed. Adrienne had no doubt that the crash she had made would not be heard by the inhabitants of the floors above. Her only problem was the guards standing right outside.

Now that she has cleared all the tables, my mother sits down next to me and props her hand under her chin. “Okay, so where are you going to be heading to with my car?” She asks. “Are you asking because you worry about me or your old car?” I point at my chest. “Luther, don't start with me.” She whines. “Where are you heading to?” “Fargo.” I answer. “The town that is just an hour away. Chris picked a good restaurant out there.” “And how old is Chris?” She reaches out to move my hair away from my eyes.

I take this opportunity to be close to my mom since I didn’t get a chance to make her feel better before. When we wake up in the morning, we all just get ready and get back on the road. Again, I started off with my mom and then after a couple hours I was back with my brother. This last stretch felt like forever and that we were never going to get to where we were going. Then finally after hours I finally could smell the farms, and the breeze felt different when I rolled my window down. There it was I could see the sign ‘Welcome to Wimberley!’

Coldwell smiles, “you don’t want to know. But I also have an address and its not good. She is at the old Ferguson farm. Declan and I were working to get the license plate form that grainy photo Austin took. Declan sent it back to me late last night and I had it running through the BMV system. I just got a hit. The plate belongs to Harvey Ferguson.” I look at the sheriff, “Ferguson was the last person on the list of people Austin was trying to give their “rights” back to. They were never able to find him. So do you think she ran away now?” The sheriff shakes his head. Carrington steps up, “If we take the roads, it’s over an hour drive but if we take horse, we can be there in twenty mi

Rain hammered down on the old thatched roof like it was trying to beat its way inside. Inside the small stone cottage on the edge of the Whispering Woods, an old woman sat by the fire with her grandson curled up beside her on a worn rug. The boy, no more than eight, clutched a blanket around his shoulders, eyes wide as he listened. Lightning flashed outside, lighting up the single window for a split second. “Tell me about the old bond again, Nana,” the boy whispered. “The one between the wolf and the blood drinker.”