Owl House Willow Novels & Stories

"I'll need a couple of hours, but I found proof that she isn't who, or what she says she is." Willow wouldn't contact me with something like this unless it was worthy of my notice. The little omega has become even more dependent on me now that her rogue mate is dead. Knowing he died by Sly's hand only makes her even more loyal to my cause. She wants to see my mate fall to his knees. She doesn't realize I'd never let that happen. He's mine. Nobody gets to touch him. But Willow doesn't know that. A gardener doesn't tell the spade her intentions before digging up the weeds. Willow is nothing more than a tool. A useful, intelligent, savvy tool that I will protect and keep nice until I no longer

We walked into the pack house hand in hand. Today, the pack house is unusually clean. I can only smell flowers and food, not sweat. There's no one inside of the house. Eaton walked us to the backyard again and I could already see the crowd. Everybody is waiting there. The hugeeee backyard is almost full with people. Not everyday that normal werewolves get invited into the pack house. I mean, it's so crowded that I think maybe it's the whole pack right here.

Cat ~Four years later It was the end of another long day at Wolfe Ranch. I was sitting on the grass on the front lawn of the main house and watching as Jacob and Ivy finished the last of their chores in the horse stalls. Owen was walking back toward me with them walking on either side of him. He had his cowboy hat on and a big grin graced his lips. It was hard to believe that we had been together for four years now and that Ivy and Jacob were now ten years old.

We walked past a lane with houses on either side, the side of Valeras where normal wolven families lived. Somehow, we’d avoided the guards that patrolled the grounds by this time. Dragging the dead weight on my back, we stopped in front of a small house with just one window beside a wooden door. It resembled a small hut, just like most of the houses on this side of Valeras. I lifted my fists to the door and knocked on it. “Are you sure Oliver?” Keyleth reached for my arm, dragging my eyes to hers. My lips parted to speak when a rattle came from behind the door and the handle twisted, revealing a male that looked to be in his late twenties.

I silently watched her work and when she started leaving, I stopped her. “Olga, there is something I need to ask you,” I started in a gentle voice. Her eyes glowed in confusion, but she quickly wiped the emotion off and nodded with a smile on her face. “Sure, anything at all... as long as I know it, then I will tell you…” I took a sip of the tea and poured out my heart. “Do you Willow’s parents?” She shook her head before the words left her lips. “No, ma’am. She doesn’t have parents. She is an orphan.”

Afterward, Theo put on a movie, some action flick he’d seen a hundred times but still enjoyed. Willow curled up next to him on the couch, her head resting against his chest, but she wasn’t paying attention. Her mind kept circling back to the note. “The one with the fire hair. The wolf with two souls. She is the key. Find her. Bring her. Or he will come.” A shiver ran through her. Theo shifted beside her. “You’re thinking about it.” Willow exhaled. “I can’t help it.” His arms tightened around her, his thumb brushing idly against her arm. “We’ll figure it out.”

Willow didn’t live too far away, so I put Haley’s CD on and relaxed while Roman backed out the driveway and off we went! I don’t really know what I was expecting from Willow’s house, but when we pulled up it definitely wasn’t what I was expecting. It was large, and the grounds surrounding it would be best to describe it as a field, not a garden. It was all very grand. Large marble decorative animals sat either side of the front door and there was a cute little swinging chair on the porch. I could just imagine how perfect and peaceful that would be in the summer. Roman carried Haley again and I carried her changing bag.

But she also knew she couldn’t leave without checking it out. Dan was standing beside her, staring at the tall wired fence covered with barbed wires. He could see several cameras pointed towards the gate, but he didn’t see anyone around. “So,” he started, his voice low and uncertain. “Where are we exactly?” Willow glanced at him before she returned her attention to the property. “Hendricks’ Estate. I think it might be here.” Dan looked at her and frowned. “How can you be so sure?” Willow scratched the back of her head, biting her lip. “I’m not. But if not here, then where?”

Willow is chewing on the edges of her fingernails, and they are starting to bleed. I gesture for them to follow me into my office at the end of the hall. I shut the door and flip the lock. Osiris sits down across from me and rests his head in his hands. “I am assuming this is about Elizabeth’s wolf,” I break the silence in the room. “Too many people saw her shift,” Osiris says. “Rumors are going to spread.” “Did either one of you know that she had a white wolf?” I ask. Willow sighs loudly. Osiris and I both look in her direction. “She told me when she was younger that her wolf was white, but I could never see into her future. So, I could never be sure.”

They were so arrogant that they believed their council’s magic protected them, and that no one could ever break through it. Everything in me wanted to dig into the earth, wanted to pull Willow out of there, but I had to wait. I could take the two witches standing guard, but the others would kill me before I made it past the top soil. I snuck back the way I came, and mind linked with Glenn. “I found Willow.” “Thank Goddess. Do you have her?” “No. They are keeping her underground and under guard.” “Where?” “The herb gardens, by the witch hazel.”