Pinnacle Peak Goodwill Novels & Stories

The rocky path upward was slick, but still passable for a wolf of the Ridge. Harrison had been a man who loved the silence of the heights. At his passing, Hudson had spent a fortune in silver to purchase the entire peak, ensuring no other pack could hunt the slopes where his grandfather rested. Instead of a tomb in the valley, Harrison’s ashes were scattered beneath a Great Stone at the very summit. The peak was private Montgomery ground, rarely visited by the common pack members due to the thin air and the lack of shelter. Only Hudson and Avery ever made the trek consistently.

The dawn broke cold and sharp, with a frost that glittered on the edges of pine needles like tiny diamonds. I stood on the ridge overlooking Ashfang’s camp, the air still and heavy as if the forest itself was holding its breath. Below, the pack stirred slowly—wolves stretching, noses twitching, voices muted by the weight of what had come before.

“Good to see you here. What brings you to Pinnacle?” Eriksen nods, his expression calm but watchful. “Good to see you too, Bill,” he says, taking a seat across from me. “I thought I’d come by in person to share the news.” He pauses, letting his words settle, as if measuring my reaction. I lean forward, intrigued. “What news?” I ask, meeting his gaze. Eriksen smiles, nodding slightly, as if he’s been thinking this over. “After a lot of consideration, we’ve decided to go with Pinnacle for the NXT Gen project.”

We had removed the fear from the human heart. ​Killian stepped into the fountain with me, his hands finding mine beneath the glowing water. We were the anchors of the bridge, the two points of the compass that held the world steady as it spun into its new orbit. The Eighth Peak was not just a mountain; it was a promise kept. The Guest was no longer a stranger or a guest. It was home.

He breathed through his nose and opened his eyes. Choosing to loosen up a bit as the day has started on a frustrating note for him. Letting out a miffed sigh, he took out his coat and kept it over his chair. Next, he unbuttoned the first two buttons of his shirt and walked up to the life-size glass window, which was his favorite part of the entire cabin. Viaan stuffed his hands in his pockets, seeking peace in the alluring sight. He let his mind divert in random thoughts of the upcoming event while looking at the beautiful clouds traveling a few meters above his building. The beautiful lives running on the roads of Enclave city come into sight when looking downwards from the 50th floor of hi

The mall’s speakers chimed in, “Congratulations to the happy couple for winning the Best Couple Award! Enjoy a five-day, four-night luxury honeymoon trip worth fifty thousand dollars!” I took a deep breath and turned to my coworker. “I’ll go give them their prize.” I grabbed the prize voucher and walked over to the two of them. They were still lost in each other’s eyes, completely unaware of my presence. Coldly, I said, "Congratulations, Mr. Whitaker."

“Donovan Orlando, could he be Gabriel Simpson’s son? “I dare to bet that even if Mica Simpson was in a life-threatening situation, Gabriel wouldn’t have brought the twelve Peak Lords en masse.” Alex saw how serious she was. He then turned to Samson. “Are these guys good?” Samson exclaimed in surprise, “My goodness, you actually don’t know Sun Shrine’s sect master and their twelve Peak Lords? Those are the top, most well-known people in the entire Western Ridge. Any single one of them is comparable to Breena Davey, Yorkshire Palace’s sect master, and they are also the biggest pillars of strength in Sun Shrine.”

No werewolf in their right mind would willingly go to the pinnacle. The driver pulled to a stop and I acknowledged my surroundings. I was surrounded by a vast lake and Ice was in front of us. “I can't go any further, Alpha, so the weight of the car doesn't crush the ice,” he stated. I nodded, “Wait for me in the car.” I stepped out of the car and gingerly made my way to the peak of the highest mountain which was called the pinnacle. This has always been our meeting point and it’s always been like this - scary.

"Simply the knowledge that goodwill extended is goodwill remembered." A future favor. Unspecified. Uncapped. The most dangerous kind. "Tell Alpha Roderick that we appreciate his congratulations," I said, before Zane could answer. "And that Silverpeak values neighbors who mind their own affairs. We'll be in touch if we require anything further." Cael dipped his head in the smooth, practiced way of a man who knew when a meeting was being ended and was gracious enough to let it end.