Jake Ryan Hannah Montana Novels & Stories

Mack pretends to ask hoping Tanner understood. “Ok Mack you are on the I-15 around exit 56 in Dillon Montana. Shaba and Rogue are surrounding you, correct?” Tanner asks. “That is correct brother.” Mack answers. “Stall as long as you can. We will be there in 20.” Tanner said. “Send Sierra my best.” Mack replied hanging up the phone. When he turned back to Shaba and the rogue, the one rogue Jordan was in his face. “Who are you?” He demanded.

Claire asked, scooting to the edge of the chair in anticipation. “Who?” Hyene demanded again. “Ryan Jacobson,” Blake said and bit into a granola bar he pulled from his lunch bag. “Elana, you can't...” Hyene started a warning. When nobody else started explaining, she lowered her voice and continued. “We are not the only Mountain Pack in this area. Ryan Jacobson isn't part of any pack, but the other pack, the South Shade Pack. They have certain rules and treaties that we are not allowed to violate. If we do, we are breaking the rules. It's almost like saying we want to start a war. He's on that list of things we can't mess with.”

Perfect place to hide someone you didn't want found. As I moved through the underbrush, my mind betrayed me by dragging up memories I'd spent months trying to bury. The rejection ceremony. Racheal's face. The way her silver eyes had dimmed when I'd spoken those words. *"I, Alpha Mike Freeman of the Crimson Moon Pack, reject you, Racheal Snyder, as my mate and Luna."*

I shoot a text to Eli and Jake, alerting them of his arrival. “Did you see where Montana went?” I ask. Fran nods, pointing to the front room. When I walk through the doorway, I find Eli, Peyton, and Montana in a tight huddle. They are planning something. Jake descends the stairs, a giant smile upon his face. Jake rarely smiles and never this wide. The hair on the back of my neck stands on end. Something is up, and I don’t like it.

As I pass the stairs, I look up, but there is no sign of Ryan. I take a seat at the table, passing a box of tissues to Mrs. Miller. She smiles a thank you at me and Mr. Miller brings over a cup of coffee and some milk. I doctor my coffee and try not to freak out as Mr. Miller sits down. “Ryan had another episode last night,” Mr. Miller says, looking into his coffee cup. “Jake came in to check on her. He couldn’t wake her up and she lashed out at him, thinking he was Tommy. She scratched him up pretty bad and he’s got a black eye.”

And yeah, he could see Jay flipping out on this one and he could see her parents demanding she give the cabin key back and she wouldn’t be allowed to come up unless it was the family. “Rachel, that’s a lot, anything could happen while up here.” She curled her legs up under the blanket and rested her head there. “I know, Jake. I managed them just fine though. Sure the first one had me freaking out, but I’m not a little kid and I’m not dumb.”

“I don’t mind. I have nothing else to do while we wait for your king to return, so I may as well make myself useful.” Ethan’s eyebrows raise, then he shakes his head. “No. I appreciate what you did for Ryan, but I don’t want you alone with Blake.” He gives me an assessing look. “If you truly want a way to pass the time, I may have an idea.” “What is it?” “Our cook, Mrs. McDonald, is always complaining that she needs help peeling potatoes in the kitchens.” *** The past week, a restless energy has been growing within the castle. The Wolves are angry about the attack against Ryan, but there’s more to it than that. It feels like the days before a big storm where the air is close and humid.

Every morning I woke up and checked my phone before I checked anything else, and every morning there was nothing. Jake didn't know any of this. Jake knew he was taking new medicine and going to see Dr. Hana more often, and that his mother had taken to sitting on the edge of his bed longer than usual at night. He accepted all of it with the equanimity of a child who trusts completely that the adults in his life have things handled. I was terrified of the day he stopped trusting that. It was Ryan who finally said it out loud. He'd driven up from Seattle on a Saturday, the way he sometimes did, and we were sitting in the kitchen after the twins had gone to bed, two cups of tea going cold betwee

he murmured. “I already am,” I gasped, thighs trembling. He kept fucking me through it, eyes locked on mine the whole time. And then he came, burying hue face in my necknwnd groaning deep and low as he pulsed inside of me. After a few seconds, he rolled us so I was on top, my cheek on his chest, his arms still around me. “Do you think Ryan hates us?” Jake chuckled. “Probably. But he’ll get over it.”

It was clear that Jake's reach extended further than we had anticipated, intertwining with unexpected players in a sinister game. "So what's the plan moving forward?" I inquired, seeking clarity from Carlton. It was evident he had more information to share. "As we were making our way here, David received a call from a woman named Chelsea Brynes in Maines. She claims to be engaged to Jake, or rather, he's going by the name Daniel Winston there. She promised to send us photos as proof, but we're still waiting for those pictures to arrive. We need visual confirmation to ensure it's truly Jake and not someone who resembles him. While I suspect it's him and she likely has valid reasons to suspect