My Side Of The Mountain Audiobook Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 47 POV: Mia The mountain was the first thing. She saw it through the plane window as they descended, massive and flat-topped and entirely itself, sitting above the city with the specific authority of something that had been there long before the city and would be there long after. She put her hand on his arm. He looked at the window. Then at her face. “There it is,” he said quietly. “It’s bigger than I imagined,” she said. “It always is,” he said. “Every time I come back.” He looked at the mountain. “You forget the scale of it between visits. Then you see it and you think right. That’s what I was trying to remember.”

"No one can get close to that light without being incinerated." I didn't listen. I walked toward the edge of the ruin. My feet moved with a certainty that terrified me. The mountain was humming again, a low-frequency vibration that rattled my teeth. *Claim it,* the mountain whispered. Not in my mind, but in the marrow of my bones.

The Sun-Altar was not a structure built by hands. It was a jagged tooth of white gold ore, thrusting out of the very peak of the North. It sat at the exact point where the wind from the frozen wastes met the heat of the mountain’s volcanic veins. Here, the air hummed with a \bm{440 \text{ Hz}} frequency—the "Voice of the First," a vibration so pure it made Audrey’s vision vibrate. As Audrey stepped onto the platform of scorched quartz, the world seemed to fall away. Below, she could see the torches of the Silver Pack winding up the mountain like a glowing serpent. To her left, the violet haze of Samantha’s retreating presence lingered like a bad taste.

I pleaded with Henry through gritted teeth, "Henry, can't she walk herself? I'm injured—I can barely move." Henry glanced at me dismissively. "You've always been tough. Just push through a bit longer. Lucy's different—she's never been here before, and she's not in good health. Susie, stop dawdling and keep up." He turned away and strode toward the safe platform. I had no choice but to pick up the backpack and force myself to follow. Henry moved quickly, and soon I couldn't see him anymore. Just then, with a deafening roar, the mountainside began to slide.

After changing my clothes to a pair of pajamas and drinking the pill that Doctor Isaac prescribed, I went to bed and smiled for the first time. I found myself panting and in the middle of nowhere. “She came across here! She’s here!” I heard a voice. I sprinted away as fast as I could. My lungs burn with each panting breath as I sprint across the rocky slope of the mountain. My body aches with fatigue and the landscape is starting to blur but I keep pushing myself as the voices behind me grow louder. I stumble a bit on the rocks but immediately get up and continue clambering over the boulders.

As I’m running I feel a sharp, burning pain go through my side and as I fall to the ground I hear someone shout, “I hit one, she’s down” I can hear footsteps hurriedly making their way towards me, I crawl a ways ahead of me and find the edge of a cliff. It’s too dark, there’s no way to know how far down it goes. I decide to take my chances and drag myself over the edge. I fall down a ways and land on a ledge that gives way under my weight and I slide down the side of the mountain. ***

The sound kept getting louder until it was louder than the wind. Amoux said, "There's an avalanche on the other side of the mountain." This made me doubt, and my lycan almost took over. I was fighting hard with him to stay in charge, even though I wanted to lose control and run to the other side of the mountain to look for Athena. "Are you sure?" I made a growling sound because I didn't want to believe what he said. "Take a look!" Amoux pointed to the mountain in front of us. From there, even in the dark, we could see huge clouds of snow rising, and of course, the sound was driving me crazy.

The truck ride down the mountain was uneventful. The man who introduced himself as Elias was chatty and vibrant. Aiko wasn't really in the mood to talk but answered Elias's question appeasingly. The rhythmic rocking of the truck made her eyes heavy, and she swung her restless gaze over the stunning nature flowing past the windows. On one side of the road, the knobbly face of the mountain was grizzled and sacristy silent. On the other side, a magnificent panorama view peeked through a harmonic blend of towering emerald pine trees and the ember-red leaves of autumn.

he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. He leaned forward, kissing Maradona’s forehead, his lips lingering as she reached up, her hand trembling as she touched his face.“Our girl,” she murmured, her voice weak but full of love, her eyes shining as she looked at the baby. At me.The scene shifted, like a page ripped from a book, and I was standing in the mountain again, but it was different—alive, surrounded by houses, laughter, the scent of pine and smoke. The Iron Fang pack lands, vibrant and whole, not the charred ruins we’d found.

Bloody fox spirit! "Darcy!!!" She didn't answer. I hugged my book as I screamed at the very top of my voice. I fell down the side of a tall mountain. The wind whooshed and swished around me. The wind felt sharp and pierced through my skin. It gushed into my ears and made it difficult to see, breathe or think. I spun myself so I could see below. I regret looking as I saw some slopes I would hit and die. I could hear my heart fighting to jump out of my chest and my lungs burning from how loud I was screaming.