Rin Shelter Novels & Stories

“I am not nervous.” “Your hands are shaking.” I looked down. He was right. I shoved them into my pockets. He turned away, walked to the bathroom, and closed the door. I heard the shower turn on. I stood in the middle of the tiny, expensive studio, arms crossed tight over my chest, and tried to remember the last time I made a decision this stupid. I could not. Because I never had. Rian came out ten minutes later wearing a gray t-shirt and sweatpants. His hair was wet, water dripping slowly down the sides of his neck and onto his shoulders, soaking the thin fabric until it clung to his chest.

She left the condoms on the island and shuffled blindly into her bedroom, cursing lowly when she stubbed her toe against an table in the hallway. Once inside, she stripped and slid nude into her cold sheets, pulling her laptop from the bedside table and powering it up. She sighed contently as she typed in an all too familiar name into her search engine and waited for the results to pop up. Great, there were more news articles she thought absently She clicked on the top result and smiled when a chisled face filled her screen. It was a interview article on Kain Griffin, the co-owner of the most popular private security company in the state. The article was done by one Miss Wendy Richer for The

Zara’s POV The safehouse was a forgotten cabin nestled deep in the pines, its walls weathered but stubbornly standing. Moonlight filtered through cracks in the roof, painting silver stripes on the dusty floorboards. Silas and Selene collapsed onto a moth-eaten couch, their eyelids drooping after hours on the run. Ryland hovered near the door, his gaze darting to every shadow. “They need rest,” I said, brushing Selene’s curls from her face. Her skin was clammy, visions still flickering behind her closed lids.

TUESDAY. SAFE HOUSE, LAS COLINAS, TEXAS. RILEY TURNED THE SUV off and glanced around the gated community. Their latest safe house was a bit too close to its neighbors for his taste, with no perimeter fence. He'd have preferred a hotel or something, but this was what Zain had lined up. He had to have his reasons.

1. Discovery Amidst Disarray The werewolf-protected refugee shelter, situated in a secluded and sprawling expanse of land, was a testament to resilience and unity. Covering multiple acres, this grand complex was an intricate maze of meticulously designed and interconnected structures. Each building, with its unique architecture, had a distinct purpose, ensuring that the myriad needs of every individual finding solace within its embrace were met. The shelter's walls, a blend of mysticism and modernity, bore the strength of ancient incantations combined with state-of-the-art engineering techniques. These formidable barriers were an unwavering symbol of protection, offering a solemn vow of safe

I want to, but I just don’t. Regardless, I can’t let her be alone. That’s when she goes down these rabbit holes and freaks out. When she spends time alone in the woods with that damn skeet shooter and just thinks about everything that we’ve lost, that’s when she comes up with ideas for revenge and plots for kidnapping. I’ll support her as best I can through all of this until we can get in with the other trios. According to Brandon, they’ve got counselors and wolves that can help with calming others’ emotions, like that alpha from the Diana Pack. Hopefully they can help Rin. Her pain and anger go so far into her soul that I’m not sure where they end. Or if they do.

“But there are reports of a woman doing cleaning in these centers, disappearing in the afternoons. She doesn’t use a phone at the shelter. No one knows her as Kyra.” The name of the shelter came as both promise and torture: Covenant House — a place of always-open doors and low corridors, where those who had nothing sought work and silence. I asked the investigator for more details. He noted: “Night cleaning, entry at dawn, paid in cash.” A trail so simple and so human that a knife seemed to pierce me.

Hayley first brought Sienna and the children to the residential area and arranged a support job for her under Hayz. Sienna would help Hayz restock supplies and handle base chores, so she could work while keeping her kids close. At the same time, Hayley remembered the reward from when they had taken over the previous zone. It was an underground shelter beneath the residential area. She searched for it in her mind and quickly located the entrance. It was in the basement beneath the base-run supermarket. The shelter was nearly the size of the surface housing area, fully equipped with its own power system, water supply, and ventilation.

"That's not possible. You've never been here." "I know. But tell that to my arm." By evening—if you could call it that in this timeless hell—we reached the ruins of what used to be a research facility. Half-buried in the cracked earth, its metal frame twisted like broken bones. "We'll camp here tonight," Subject 13 said. "The sub-levels have shielding. Harder for anyone to track us." I followed him down a stairwell covered in dust and debris. The air got colder with each step. Static electricity made my hair stand up.

But something in her didn’t. Something stayed buried with her sister. ~~~~~~~~~~ TWO HOURS LATER — VILLAGE SHELTER The safehouse was an abandoned rice mill built into the cliffside. The scent of mildew clung to the walls. Sky lay on a bamboo cot, feverish. Roji stood guard. Inez applied pressure to Sky's wounds, whispering old Sicilian prayers. Aria sat alone in the far corner. She hadn’t spoken. Not since the collapse. She just stared at her blade.