The Last Field Party Novels & Stories

I could sense his shivering. "B-But, daddy..." I argued. "For the sake of my mental well-being and his safety, there can be no ifs or buts, Veronika. You'd best listen to me, or you'll be in trouble." Dad was adamant in his assertions. "Your criticism of me is too harsh, Jeremy. They're just children, after all. Please don't be so harsh on them." Mum reacted in an attempt to save us. "I don't think so. I'm allowing them until today to say their final goodbyes and have one last conversation. Let's get this party started."

The party was in three days and every individual in the pack had become drudging, doing one or two things pertaining to the preparation. They had decorated the field with white and red balloons suspended on the hangers around the huge field. They stringed flowers and added some garlands. Everyone bustled around energetically, busily and excitingly. It was clear on everyone's face that they were happy, this was how it was supposed to be and I was enjoying it. I couldn't believe that everyone was happy to celebrate me.

( Final day of camp) Sylvia's P. O. V Finally the camp came to an end. During the last few days everyone could be seen packing their bags and saying their last goodbyes. The last bonfire night that was held was actually the best has everyone put up a great show as this would be the last time they would ever see this much people again. Even though I was in a sour mood throughout the last few days, I couldn't help but smile out tears at the fun I had as well.

"We’re going to Peru?" "Looks like it," I said. Rachelle sighed. "Guess I’m not retiring yet." Jonie pulled her gun and checked the chamber. "We’re still Field Team 42." Schnell chuckled. "Ah, more field work. Delightful." We didn’t pretend the next steps would be easy. But we were alive. And so we prepared. Because if the cost of knowing was this high... Then the price of ignorance was extinction.

I snapped the thought off my mind, took a deep breath, and followed Sylvia out of the room. ********************** We had made use of the last bus leaving for the arena, for the party and by the time we arrived, the party was booming and pulsating with life. It was taking place in a large open field, with classic chairs and tables arranged around, bottles of expensive wines scattered all over the table, and of course, there could never be a party without a fight over here. Friendly combat. I felt so nervous as I walked in with Sylvia and the rest and my eyes started going around immediately could any of the Alphas be there?

"Thank you for allowing me to bring all my unmated people. I promise, my men will be on their best behavior. My men are hoping to find their mate." "Well then, you and your men are welcome. Please, bring your men up and enjoy the party." Almost right away, Alpha Derek's men begin climbing out of their vehicles. Excitement flows through them in hopes of finding their mate. The large field where the full moon celebrations are held was filled with rows of tables and chairs. The smell of food fills the air and music can be heard over the loud chattering voices. Cyrus’ body is tense as he leads Alpha Derrick and his men around the packhouse to the party.

Zaya POV We were right on time with getting Annas home all packed up. Alpha Brax was successful with the Elders and his business came to a conclusion yesterday. Which meant, the Half Moon Pack would be leaving almost immediately. All that was left to do was to say goodbye. Last night we threw a big party in the open field next to our home. The entire pack came out to celebrate Anna and her union with Trent. We also spent a little time saying our goodbyes to the Half Moon Pack.

I tried to smile, but the smile was caught on my lips. "What did you do?" I groaned. She frowned at me and turned to her. "You should ask your feelings more convincingly. Saltos can smell insubordination a mile away. He's just a few meters away in your case. We walked to the field and found the remaining wolves where they had died. The last survivors huddled together in a circle in a previous bid to fight off the monsters, and for a few minutes, it seemed they would be able to hold them off—to fight off the hoard of monsters—but alas, they could not. A storm rose over them, and fire descended on them.

she said. I hopped out and shivered, reaching down to do up the zipper on my jacket. It was the end of April so the days were much warmer, but the evenings still dipped cold enough for bundling up. "Ah," Alison said, a huge grin on her face. "There's nothing like the first field party of the year!" Blood and Pain nodded agreement and headed off with Alison. Beth and Simon took a step closer and looked at me with expectation. "It's my first party, too," Beth said in almost the same voice Simon used. I realized they were both very nervous and looked to me for support. To me.

The Last Days At Reekfield's is a series that is completely incomparable, given the perfect blend of love with studies, mysteries - which must be unfolded - and adventures. Chapter One It was a chilly winter morning. Juliet grumbled as her best friend shook her violently. "Hey, get up! We are going to be late for school if you spend another minute in that bed." Jane's voice came to her. That instant, Juliet sprung out of her bed and stared at her friend lazily.