Lane Frost Last Words Novels & Stories

Liam murmured. I looked down. Lyra’s fingers were twitching. Frost began spreading across the marble floor beneath her—delicate patterns of ice spiraling outward. Uncontrolled. Instinctive. Power leaking. And somewhere beyond the walls— A wolf howled. Long. Low. Answering. Not rogue. Not pack. Calling. For her. Liam’s jaw tightened. “They know,” he said. The ice continued creeping across the floor. And in that moment— I understood something with terrifying clarity.

I cried back, my voice breaking as I staggered closer. Frost's voice dropped lower, meant only for her as he still held his phone. "It's okay, little wolf. Your momma's gonna be fine." "She's right here," Luna cried again, stretching her hand. "She's right here." That was when Frost slowly turned around. For a split second, his face went completely still. Then he exhaled, a long, shaky breath I don't think he ever realised he was holding. "I'm staying on-site. Follow the fire," he said into his phone as he lowered it.

Wolves spent it too quickly and were left bare, broken. Her steps carried her away, toward the Luna’s old quarters though they weren’t really hers anymore, not in name. Light leaked under the door, golden against the dark stone floor, and Elara slowed. She could hear them but not clearly, not words, but the low rumble of Silas’s voice, the sharp edge of Nicole’s, two storms colliding just beyond wood and iron.

Aurelia raised her hand, power glowing at her fingertips. I didn’t move. She lifted both hands, palms outward, and the air dropped ten degrees in a blink. Frost spread from her boots in a circular wave, curling up the wooden stage. The air crackled with quiet, elegant threat. “I did not cause the war,” she said, calm but cold. “But I will fight in it. For every wolf who chooses to stand beside me.” The air fell still.

Tears brim his eyes and the last question comes out in a shaky breath. My tears stream down my face for the millionth time today. The round diamond sparkles spectacularly like the stars in the night sky. It's absolutely stunning. All the pain and suffering have led us to this moment. This moment in time where we can finally accept that nothing will stand in our way and nothing will ever tear us apart. We are it for each other forever. "Yes," I whisper. The End

Leo said flatly, having absolutely no intention of listening to what Salsa wanted to say. “I'll show you all your chats!” Salsa replied, trying hard to get Leo's attention. Hearing that, Leo immediately canceled his intention to turn off the existing connection. “If you die now, I'll show you your chat!” “Do it, will no one believe you? Or if not, at least you'll still be seen as a bad person, right?” Leo chuckled in response to Salsa's words, but inside he also felt a little afraid that Salsa would do it. Weakly, he finally let out a long sigh. He also ruffled his hair, groaning a little. “What are you talking about? Just talk on the phone, I'm busy today.”

"I want to take this time to remember our mother... Luna Anya Gayly Frost." A heavy, emotional hush swept the stands. Off to the side, Maddox closed his eyes and bowed his head, while Reagan instinctively reached for Xander's hand, threading her fingers tightly through his. "This festival was the one time of year where she shone her brightest," Zyan continued. A raw, aching tenderness bled into his authoritative tone as he remembered her laughter during the games, and how easily she drew the pack together. "The past eight months have been incredibly hard on the Frost Pack. Our family alone suffered a devastating loss."

I sighed handing the phone over to dad. “I know you wanted to see who she was son, but the good news is, this was hardcore evidence capturing what Lucy did. Because of this video she will be sentenced to a long time in prison, I’ll make sure of it,” Dad sighed taking a seat at the foot of my bed, “she will come out you know, your Justin Star, America’s superstar heartthrob, it’s just a matter of time.” I hummed, “of course she will, just peaked my curiosity why she would run,”

Her voice carried a deep, resonant fury and finality, echoing through the air as if delivering a verdict on behalf of all the victims. Yolanda's gaze began to drift, her body slowly slumping as if losing the last flicker of life. Her head drooped, surrendering to the inevitable end. Yet Lisa did not falter. With a steely resolve, she lifted her hand once more, her eyes as cold as ice. Her voice was unyielding as she declared, “And this final one,” plunging it forcefully into Yolanda’s throat, “is on behalf of Neil, the kindest soul the world has ever known.”

As if in response to his question, in the distance, he heard a loud howl and recognized it immediately. It was Blade. "Son of a b*tch!" River swore. "Allen, double the number of warriors, and make it as quick as possible." "We're headed that way, Alpha. But what are we looking for?" River didn't even want to formulate the response, but he knew he had to. "Ellie's car is wrecked. I can't find her. I hear Blade and his a*sholes howling in the distance. You're looking for the Last Luna. "