Ms Winters Novels & Stories

~Ryan’s Point of View~ “This place is probably gonna have some harsh ass winters,” I said, looking out at the land. Nate nodded in agreement. The climate of Long Tooth was used to heavy and dark winters, but White Falls had a bit of a higher year round temperature, being more south. They’d never seen three feet of snow dumped all at once. It’s a lot of work to make sure your entire pack has food and stays warm. I hope he understands that.

Winter stood by the car door, her eyes locked on the man inside. “Fine. Say it.” What could he possibly need to tell her in private? Chris’s gaze flicked to the tip of her nose, red from the cold. A snowflake landed on her cheek and melted right away. “Get in.” He rolled the window up again. Winter gritted her teeth at the tinted glass. She walked around the front of the car, yanked open the rear door, and climbed in.

The neon red lights of the party pulsed like a rhythmic heartbeat, a sharp contrast to the biting chill of the Austin, Texas night. Inside the Riverside Duplex, the atmosphere was thick with the scent of pine, rain, and the underlying musk of the Austin Wolves hockey team. Kol Reyes adjusted the collar of his shirt, feeling exposed. His roommate, Valeria Cruz, had practically forced him into the outfit—a charcoal button-down that was tapered perfectly to his lean, athletic frame, paired with dark slacks and polished boots.

“I’m not going in anymore. It’s blazing hot outside. Holidays are approaching, but the weather’s still so hot.” “It’s Wiltspoon for you. It’s not even cold during winter, let alone fall. We used to find the four seasons here distinct, but it’s been getting warmer each year,” Jasmine said.

Winter came early this year. Already at the end of November Frost was above the fields behind the house. In the morning the windows were full of ice flowers, and each of the children suddenly developed a dramatic personal tragedy about how unfair school is in cold. Jonas claimed that his fingers would “freeze medically” if he Waste had to get out. Mira regularly hid under three blankets at the same time and explained that she would the winter just slept like a bear. And Kai continued to run outside without a jacket, which every time in the same fight with

Noah The private corridor that leads to our wing smells of cedar polish and the faint tang of expensive whisky. Winter is really hanging around this year, and while it’s always cold in the mountains, it usually stops snowing. Not this year. It started a few hours ago, and the storm is getting worse. I made it home just ahead of a complete white-out. My boots leave wet marks on the black marble which is going to piss off the Omegas, but I have bigger concerns than that. They will live. Hopefully.

My Fer, she is all I have left. I slump back in the seat, trying to see out the darkened windows of the car. Through the windscreen I can make out the mountains of the Wildlands looming black against the gold and magenta of the Wolf Moon sky. On either side of the car, the outlines of forest pines whoosh past in blurs of bristly bark and spiky spruce needles.

Moon asked confused. "Weren't wolves created without humans? I can't imagine how Gaia might have turned out had the human half hadn't been released." Moon commented. "You must understand the importance of the part we all play in this. I have dealt with Chad and his Council long before I was your alpha. Winter was an old wolf, and I was his Luna. Chad’s wolves are different beasts in their own rights, they need to be reguarded with respect, or whoever the Council faces in physical or psychological combat will fall every time." she paused to sip her coffee.

She had no time to mourn. Amira forced herself to stand, wiping the tears and blood from her face. Her wound burned, but the pain anchored her. She turned toward the north, toward Winter Hollow — the home that had caged her, the place where this nightmare began. If the Council wanted her silenced, she’d give them a voice they couldn’t ignore.

she said, softly. “You should pack a bag,” I said, and she looked up at me. “Why?” she asked, with a frown. “Carl and Frank will be at Kiran’s house with Adara and the other women, while we take a road trip,” I said. “Where are you going?” she asked me. “We’re going to Anchorage,” I said.