Hunter And Willow Owl House Novels & Stories

Once we drove out of town, I realized the road was getting narrower until it turned into a sandy path leading straight into the forest. The houses we were looking for were in the clearing in the middle of the woods. It took us a while to get there, but we finally saw four houses standing less than fifty meters from each other. Ian drove us to the nearest one. I got out and took a blonde she-wolf, one of the volunteers, to go and knock on the first house's door while Ian and two other Moon Hill wolves went to the second house.

… Willow finally gave up and took a flight to Yarrowmere three days later. She had it all planned out. After all, she was confident that Julian wouldn't be home at 4:00 pm on a Thursday. The blue cab she was in stopped before a red and white villa. Willow paid the driver in full before rapping against the black, ornate entrance. Sure enough, a maid immediately opened the door for her. "You must be Ms. Harper, correct? Mr. Ziegler's at home; he's been waiting for you." Julian was at home?

"Good night, Mrs. Anberlin." Less than twenty-four hours had passed since Willow had been taken into custody and released because there was no evidence against her. What was certain was that there was a wild animal such as a bear on the loose, and everyone was advised not to vacation in the lodge or campground area. Willow staggered back to the house, her heart breaking as she saw the yellow police tape around the entire house. She went inside and saw that the house was in ruins, and she couldn't even close the front door, which had been knocked off its hinges.

We both said our goodbyes briefly before she got into the SUV and I watched it drive away. Willow showed me a few places around the pack. We couldn't cover much, but I was impressed with the work Lucian had done here. Everything was so different from the Red River Pack. There were two Pack houses structured close to the mansion. Also deeper into the pack lands, houses were built for pack members whose families wanted to live alone. It was more like an estate. There was also a bar and also a quarter for the pack's witches within the pack. I was tempted to find Triss but she had also left last night for the Supreme Court.

Ours. “I like that. A lot, actually.” I squeezed his hands. “When can we start?” “Tomorrow, if you want. I’ve already had architects draw up some preliminary plans.” He pulled out his phone, showing me designs. “What do you think?” The house was beautiful. Large enough to be impressive but not ostentatious. Modern but with traditional elements. Windows overlooking both territories. “It’s perfect. Let’s do it.” Building the house became a project for both packs. Shadowpine wolves provided lumber and stone. Crescent Ridge wolves handled construction. Everyone contributing. Everyone invested.

Willow's POV. It's been two days since I left Luke's. I have stayed in my wolf form the whole time. I have actually started to feel like this is how I should stay. I have taught myself how to hunt and even though at first I wasn't sure if I would be able to handle it my animal instinct took over. I don't know how far I am but I know that I am no longer in Oregon. I think I have crossed into Canada now.

Quill answered. Without replying to him, Howard was staring at the willow tree that was standing by the river as it was bending down to it. The tree looked so weak like it would break if the wind hit it when the truth is they never bend! Except for its sorrowful state, it's strong enough to defeat the wind.