Novel & Cerita The Last Field Party

I smiled back, a bit excited what they were going to say. “Well, yes and a no,” one of the elders said. “We have figured out that what some of these rogues want are love and right now we will throw them a party.” My mouth was wide open listening to the gibberish they were saying. “A party?” I couldn’t believe my ears. Was this a joke? I watched people die during the construction of this base and here these old men were talking about parties. What nonsensical thoughts were these? “Yes,” one of them pointed to the map. “You see, we place the large speaker here. And on the mountain side we have a large ribbon which says something like…”

Chapter 115: The battlefield lay quiet under a pale, unyielding sky—a stark contrast to the chaos of the previous hours. In the fading light of late afternoon, the once-violent clash had given way to a heavy silence filled with grief, reflection, and the first tender stirrings of hope. The Blue Moon Pack, though battered and weary, moved with deliberate care through the ruins of conflict. Every step taken was weighted by the memory of sacrifice, and every whispered word carried a promise to honor those who had fallen.

Sparks from the fire drift into the night sky, and I watch as everyone moves comfortably, sharing food, passing cups of water, and savoring the moment. The party carries well into the night. Voices echo and laughter spills across the yard. As the fire burns lower, one by one, the younger children curl up near their mothers, yawns breaking through their squeals of excitement. The warriors' conversations soften, cups are emptied, and plates are cleared. Gradually, the shouts and claps fade, and people begin to go home, returning to their own little houses, and those without set up camp in a nearby clearing. Bram finds my hand, and we leave the yard together, making our way back through the doo

Ethan exploded. Andrew rolled his eyes, "It's not about the name Ethan. The field is massive enough for the kind of party we'd want to throw and I'm sure it's cheap to rent." "But it says here that the owners of the field have travelled and abandoned it to their sister who doesn't take care of it and now most of it is overgrown by weeds," Suzanne said as her eyes scanned the description of the field and the history surrounding it. Andrew nodded.

“So, does that mean that field, the empty one by the woods, is the Skoger’s land?” He nodded “Their farm runs alongside the east side of the cemetery. Woods are mostly theirs, but turns into Mahigan County Park eventually.” The whiskey was working on me. Made me feel like I could get away with saying what I had to. Give me an excuse to laugh it off later if I needed to. “Chief, I saw something tonight. Out in that field. The one you said was part of the Skoger place. I thought it was just this case. The hours getting to me, maybe? I didn’t completely believe it, but . . . ”

At Christchurch Dome The last meal that the Field Marshal and his minister had was the previous day before they willingly walked into the lion's den. After they watched their country destroyed, they were dumbstruck and many thoughts poured into their minds. Their turned-off phones were useless to them because their wives, children, and colleagues who would have called them were killed. Presently, they only visit the toilet to ease themselves while waiting for their deaths. They were in that state when George arrived with his team members and they were shocked to see the unfriendly-looking young soldiers who did not have regard for decorum.

Snipers were mounted at the trees bordering the field, hidden in elevated positions, eyes sharp and rifles loaded. I paid attention to every movement as the car slowly followed the long trail down to the Pack field where the funeral was meant to be held. Different cars belonging to our guests lined every corner of the way. Distant barking of dogs echoed through the air as we made our way down to the venue. The intercom cracked to life. “This is Alpha team, everything seems clear as we are a few yards away from approaching the grave site,” a voice echoed through. “Are you ready, Jake?” Beta Damon asked, his tone laced with concern.

"Only once." "The founders held their final meeting here... the night your father decided to expose them." Liam reached for Emma's hand. "Whatever happens today, we face it together." She squeezed his hand. "Together." The helicopter landed in a clearing hidden by thick trees. Ross turned to the team. "We move quietly." "No unnecessary risks." "If Edward has Richard, he'll expect us." The group made their way through the dense forest toward the mansion. Broken statues and overgrown gardens surrounded the property.

I addressed them with an unreadable expression. "Seems like we missed out on all the action" Ryan chuckled. I didn't share the joke seeing as there were at least a hundred dead bodies scattered across the field. "We came as fast as we could, but I guess you have it all handled" Helen commented looking around. "Yeah. I owe it all to my mate." "Where is she by the way?" Helen asked, looking around. "She's around here somewhere. I think you've met her before" "I haven't had the pleasure. The party ended before I had the chance to introduce myself."

Jade then said that it was only mentioned yesterday, it was announced to all the related families and people who are related to Lilac grounds. “The company must be celebrating the year-end party much earlier, they didn’t say anything about it after,” Jade said. After talking for a while and finishing their meals, Grey and the others then continued on their trip back to the city. As for Jade and the others, they were headed to a nearby town for a visit. “Hmmm, so the year-end party is going to be celebrated much early this year,” Alice murmured. When they got back to the city, everyone went on their separate ways. Some went back to their dorms, while the others went somewhere to relax. Grey a