Storm Watch C. J. Box Novels & Stories

Eighteen Years Ago The Shadow Pack burned that night; the storm came first, then came the lightning. It split the sky in two; thunder shook the very foundation of the pack, like the growl of a vengeful god. The rain lashed out, falling heavily, but it didn't quench the fire swallowing the packhouse whole. The flames devoured the Alpha's mansion and everything that stood in their way. Hidden in the hollow oak tree is a child with jet-black hair clutching a leather-bound book to her chest.

Nicolas replied instantly. "Of course not. It is just.. umm.. I was confirming," Daisy mumbled. Nicolas didn't bother to say anything anymore and turned on the torch of his phone. In the light of the torch, Daisy noticed a small first aid box, placed on the ground. Grabbing Daisy's hand, Nicolas already opened the box and started cleaning her wounds. "Ouch!" With a small painful sound Daisy tried to free her hand. Then she mumbled in a low tone, "Gosh it is burning, Nick." Then after a little pause she asked again in a confused tone, "From where you got the box anyway?"

Her body racked with sobs and all he could do was hold her, feeling his own heart slowly becoming dust. TO: Hayley.Hailstorm@Ravenwood.com FROM: Kira.Killer@Ravenwood.com SUBJECT: Worried ______________________________________ Hi Hailstorm How are you doing? I know it’s a silly question under the circumstances but Lace and I are worried about you. Chris and I will be back next week but just need to know if you are still okay? Chris says Liam is doing okay, he’s managing the troops very well. Call me if you can All my love

“Bandit!” “Oh, sweetheart! Are you okay? Did that motherfucker touch you?” “No. He said his buyer wanted me untouched,” she said, and her whole body shuddered. “We got the bastard,” Bandit said, and she visibly relaxed against him. The door opened again and Nitro strode toward them. “Wrath, fuck man. We owe you.” “That’s Wrath?” Caroline asked incredulously. “You sent Wrath to find me?” “He’s the best at finding what others can’t,” Bandit said.

Didn’t dress too trashy and she had these bright blue eyes that well, you guys know how I am with blue eyes. But anyway, are you guys still coming through next week? _____________________________________________________________________ RESPONSE TO FROM: The.Chris.Matthew@Ravenwood.com Hey Chief Firstly, congrats on the score. Secondly, you’re an idiot. Human girl. Like why? You deserve the puke. Yeah, we coming through on Sunday. You can show us what was so appealing about these “blue eyed” beauties. Can get Mason some? Chris _________________________________________________________________________ Hailstorm’s POV

Thank you so much for reading The Snow Storm! If you would like to find out more about what happens to Owen and the rest of the Williamson family then check out the sequel, Murder Motel. Here is a sneak peak of the book.. Chapter One September 17, 2007 “Am I speaking to a mister Owen Matthews?” “Um, yeah, that would be me.. Can I help you?” He does not recognize the female voice on the other end of the line but he has to admit, it is a beautiful voice. He would know how to spot a lovely voice, considering her heard random voices all day long.

“You should go look in the box. You might be able to find more answers while I try to forget what was in it.” Max nodded as he watched Cheryl walk out into the lobby. To his surprise, she didn’t leave or try to; instead, she sat and started talking to the others. It was nice to see that even though they really had no idea what the future held that this part of the family might be able to rebuild like a phoenix from the ashes. They would all need help, and the kids would need the support system of trusted adults. Max was equally glad to know the partners of the Watson siblings did not sign off on their behavior. He was walking to the room where the box had been taken too, and he walked in and

She noticed then that the lid had actually been torn into shreds, and was dumped by the side of the box. Storm opened her mouth to scream, but no sound came out. Instead, she gulped down no saliva, and stalked toward the box. With shaking hands, she touched the box, and peered into it, fearing the worst, fearing that the book was gone. Her fears were right this time. The book was gone. The box was empty, save for a feather. A feather? Storm folded her lips, looked around her for the umpteenth time, before dipping her still shaking hands into the box and retrieving the feather.

I say in a soothing whisper and she pulls from my neck confused. I open the box and her eyes widen. Her eyes hesitantly meet mine and for a second I thought she was going to reject me, but scrambled for the bathroom. I follow her as she wretches in the toilet and I pull her hair back. Groaning, she leans against my chest, wiping her mouth with tissue before throwing it in the toilet. Spotting the ring on the floor next to us, her trembling hand picks it up. “Are you sure you want to spend the rest of your life with me? Someone who breaks down every time there’s a storm,” she asks in a wavering whisper, looking back at me.

Her chest heaved violently, and her gaze was full of disappointment and pain as she looked at Philip. She started to speak but suddenly clutched her chest, coughing violently as she struggled for breath. "Mom! What's wrong? Mom!" Panicked, I grabbed her and shouted, "Doctor! Someone help!" The doctors and nurses rushed in, scrambling to get Mom into the operating room. The OR doors shut, and the red warning light glared, making my eyes sting. Just then, Jane stepped up to my side. Her tone was still dripping with feigned innocence as she asked, "Ms. Brock, did I say something wrong again? I just wanted to apologize. I didn't expect Mrs. Brock to react so strongly…"