Looking For Alaska Miles And Alaska Novels & Stories

ADOLPH The Jeep drove speedily down the lonely road, as they arrived the outskirts of Alaska. Adolph stared at his wristwatch, a yawn escaping his lips as he noted that it was almost 6am, that I'd almost 8 hours since they had begun this journey and after the stops in the road, the hectic traffic as well as the road officers stopping to check the vehicles, they were finally at Alaska. He tore his gaze away from the phone, and looked up only to find his mother's gaze on him, as she stared at him unwaveringly. He raised his eyebrows at her, surprised by her look and at the same time, confused as she was not saying anything.

She picked up the last box and flinched with the effort, her ribs creating a stabbing pain in her side. They were moving to Alaska. When she thought of Alaska, all she saw was snow and ice. Why would they choose Alaska of all places? It seemed so far away, separated from the rest of the country by Canada, remote and lonely. The drive was long and Ramos only stopped when Juniper asked to use the restroom and to sleep for a few hours. There were no fun sightseeing stops along the way or a barrage of conversation about their new home. Adara tried to sleep in the car as much as possible, trying to fight the feeling of impending doom that had settled deep inside her. Juniper was excited and Ramos

The run-down motel barely has any access to Wi-Fi, making it take nearly two hours just to book a one-way ticket to Alaska for tomorrow. Unable to sleep, I grab the vile from the bag and stare at it, contemplating if I should drink it or not. When my alarm goes off, I realize night has become day. Packing up my stuff, I hail a cab and go to the airport. Living all the way in Flordia, it will take nearly twelve hours to get to Alaska. As the plane takes off and we fly over the northern states and snow begins to appear on the mountains, do I make the connection I have no clothes for cold weather.

"My mistake, what is it that I can help you with Cohen?" Alaska doesn’t even miss a beat, sounding as apologetic as pleasant for the mix up, sounding as anyone would expect her to sound. "Is Jaxson available?" Alaska stares at the small window as the first large raindrop hits the heavily weathered glass pane of the small and secluded cabin which is far away from civilization, surrounded by trees and a good distance from all pack borders, the type of place that one would expect two outcast wolves, who are for all purposes rogues, to live.

Wiley preferred to tackle the Alaskan hills. She grinned as the cab dropped her off on a deserted highway. She shouldered her pack and wondered how anyone could have dubbed her state “Seward’s Icebox”. Sure, it was frozen for six months out of the year, but the endless sunshine of the midnight sun and the crisp golden days of fall were breathtaking. Compared to places where the thermometer topped 100 degrees for half the summer, she thought Alaska was heaven. After all, it was easy to toss another log on the fire. What could you do in the desert to ward off the sun; sit in your refrigerator?

That made my blood boil. “How many miles are there between my pack and your home?” I was trying to find a question they could answer. “Roughly 180 miles…” He said. That is the distance between Jared’s pack and my own, more or less. “Alpha…” Mason stated but trailed off. I knew what he was saying without him actuallying having to say it. “Yeah.” I responded.

Rose’s Point of View After hours of flying, we finally arrived in Alaska—hundreds of kilometers away from the Blue Lagoon Pack. Everything about this place felt different, almost like stepping into another world. The crisp air hit me as soon as we left the airport, the cold wind biting against my skin. Unlike the sweltering heat back at the Blue Lagoon Pack, Alaska had a permanent chill. Even at its warmest, the temperature here never rose above sixteen degrees Celsius. I had always struggled with the heat, so I imagined I would fall in love with this place.

I looked in her direction and smiled. "We will be fine." I signed, trying to reassure her and myself. We drove past the clan border and I glanced back at the home I lost when my mother died, one last time. A little over twenty four hours later, we finally entered the outskirts of Alaska. During our journey, we only stopped in between to get more snacks and food. We didn't stop for more than five minutes. We were scared my dad and the River Moon Clan were after us, hunting us down. We followed Gamma Shane's map and it led us to the Sky Moon Clan. We drove through their territory and we were instantly ambushed by a bunch of wolves, ten to fifteen in number.

Knowing not to keep me waiting, he appeared before me within seconds. "Alpha, we haven't slept at all since the Luna disappeared," he expressed. "We discovered their wrecked car and then a trail that led us to Alaska. There's only a small pack there, and Alpha Reeder has pledged to be on the lookout for anyone resembling our Luna's description. With so few permanent human residents there, any new arrival would stand out." I growled in frustration at the high ranking's stupidity, any fool could see it was a false trail. In Alaska, where the population is sparse and a visitor easily stands out, someone accustomed to warmer climates may find the weather less than inviting.

To visit your cousin? I live in Wasilla which is about an hour drive north of Anchorage. It’s mother effing cold right now haha and even worse, it's winter so we get barely any sunlight with daylight coming around ten fifteen am and darkness coming around three forty-five pm…short days for sure… I have a decent, but boring job working in an office. Mostly, I research Alaska Native languages/dialects and prepare what will someday become dictionaries for traditional language teaching.