The Last Word Novels & Stories

Nolan’s POV It’s been four months since we arrived at the last pack, deep in the northern forests, far from other settlements. The world outside changed, but here we’re rebuilding. The last pack—once the last surviving group after the attacks and poisoned water—now rests under a council’s rule. Around the old wooden table, Emily squeezed my hand under it. I smiled. She clings to me lately, and I don’t mind. I don’t get her insecurity. The last pack is now led by a council: me, Emily, Hunter, Salem, Domus, Kaden, and Liam.

I broke the device stepping on it without even thinking for a second and then I took Victor in my arms wrapped in the sheet. I would take him with me far away from there and I would make him tell me everything he remembered, I understood that wolves were extinct and there were none left, but in my arms was the last wolf in the world perhaps. I had to protect that child who had survived. He was weak, skinny, and perhaps in agony from exhaustion, he reminded me of me for some reason. "I'll keep you safe Victor," I said as I led him to a car not too far from the cabin, to go out on the dirt path to the main road.

Lever's point of view "For my son, Lever Winchester, stay handsome as your father Rifle Winchester. I've been seeking for a justice for my parents and grandfather, but I couldn't stay with your side, I can't see you growing up. But I confidence, your mother won't neglecting you. You're my last asset, until we meet my Lever Winchester," I read on the paper. He wrote a letter, before he died for me? I looked at the old paper I was holding, I re-read the last sentence in the letter in front of me.

This was all Adam and I had managed to do with all our strength. Casper was indeed drawn over and walked to the door as if he was being guided by something else, just in time to hear Sydney say to her daughter. "And the last time I made you frame that witch, I clearly told you to fall harder! But in the end, all you had was a minor fracture!

“Like it’s… aware.” “It’s always been aware,” Emma answered softly. “We just weren’t ready to hear it.” Lira’s voice was low, almost reverent. “Then this isn’t the end.” Emma stood, slipping the pulse device into her hand. She looked out at the horizon, where the first rays of sunlight pushed the night back one shadow at a time. “No. It’s the beginning. The Last Signal wasn’t an ending—it was a warning. A threshold. From here, what we build will decide whether this becomes our greatest ally… or our final mistake.”

The other version spoke, her voice held deep sorrow as she unfolded the story. “The war has been long. Death continuous to push forward as life tries to fight back. But there is a difference between life and death, life comes to an end and death is everlasting. It grows and continuous to fight, but life, me, is aging and losing its energy. I believe the next war will be the last and whoever is victories will determine the way of the world.” The other version said as she came to the bleak conclusion. Layla felt the threat of her words on her skin, she could feel the heaviness of them push down on her shoulders.

‎ ‎The being that is. ‎ ‎The is. ‎ ‎The story never needed to end. ‎ ‎Because it was never apart from this. ‎ ‎The wolf’s final glance back at the darkness was this. ‎ ‎The Alpha’s final release of his sword was this. ‎ ‎The mother’s final sigh of relief was this. ‎ ‎The children’s final innocent question was this. ‎ ‎The descendants’ final proud tear was this. ‎ ‎The universe’s final quiet contraction was this. ‎ ‎The reader’s final turn of the page is this.

“Keep your word. This is your last chance. If you break it, you’ll be alone for life.” He left the room, slamming the door shut behind him.

“Big words for someone in chains. Enjoy your last moments, cousin. By the time this is over, you’ll wish you never crossed me.” This wasn’t over.