The Mountain Between Us Novels & Stories

"Just you, me, and the mountain." ​Elena smiled, her fingers tracing the broad line of his collarbone. The ledgers were closed, the secrets were aired, and the dead had finally been laid to rest. In the heart of their high mountain sanctuary, standing together in the warmth of their kitchen, the future was no longer something to defend, it was simply something to live.

He seemed surprised that I was right on his heels. We had a few animals cross our path, the occasional rabbit and deer, but I got to see my first raccoon and possum so that was exciting. We reached the top of the mountain and the view was amazing. I could see the valley below. Tyler pointed toward my house and showed me where my land ended and his began. We were also able to see the same with Jaxson’s land. My land really was smack dab in the middle of both packs. “It’s very beautiful up here,” I commented.

You knew very well not to look at me while saying that because I could very much asked him to step down while I drive. We drove up a few hills and came to a stop at Mount River. It was the tallest mountain in the south and given that name because of the river surrounding its base. And across from it were two hills with pointed crests. It was exactly behind that hill I had found that some Caribous and elk still littered the sound. It was a secluded place and not many people came to this path of the south. The only people who did were the hunters. None of them went behind the hill because of the river. It had just two large trunks of wood acting as a bridge from the mountain to the heel.

I didn't expect that now I would have destroyed my faith with my own hands. Even though I knew the wrong side of the Angel organization, I still felt a pang and uneasiness in my heart. About ten minutes later, Lucas excitedly exclaimed, "We've reached the W Mountains!" The W Mountains are the mountain range that separates Blood Moon's territory and human territory. The car started going straight up the mountain along the trail. The vehicle sped as if it wanted to tear the air. I sat in the car and was extremely nervous. When the car reached the boundary fence, I was so excited that I couldn't believe my eyes. I didn't expect things to be this easy.

Maya is his perfect match, and it would be stupid to get into useless arguments just because he refuses to show her his demons. We resumed our run in comfortable silence. The tension was gone after our talk, and no one wanted to ruin the peaceful atmosphere with a useless conversation. We were getting closed to the mountain foot, and we needed to stay focus on our task. Especially when we didn't know how long we'll be waiting for those two middlemen.

"Fly over the mountains?" I ignored him. I reached out and touched a spot on the map that no one had mentioned. It was a jagged line of hills called the Weaver’s Spine. "There’s a goat path here," I said. "It stays on the high ground, so there’s no mud. The ground is solid rock, so there’s no shale. It’s narrow, yes, but it brings you out behind the rebel camp, not in front of it." "A goat path?" Finn laughed. "We have a thousand men and supply wagons! We aren't goats."

The Mist Mountain was like a pillar between heaven and earth, which silently supported the whole Death (Wastelands provinces). Xiao Chen and Chu Qi came to an open place in a gorge. The lofty Mist Mountain rose straight up, but before them, it was an empty space full of clouds. They couldn't see what was on the opposite side of the gorge. Around them, thousands of people had gathered. Of course, only a few hundred people came here to sign up, and the rest were here to keep them company.

“You didn’t. You didn’t mean to.” He didn’t say anything else. The only sound was the soft rustle of the towel as it shifted against my skin, the warmth of his presence close by. And there we sat, two people caught in the space between the past and whatever future we might still have.

I just nodded silently. I spent the next fifteen minutes saying goodbye to the kids and promising them that I'd come back to visit. I waved goodbye to Martha as we stepped out. I put on the helmet and secured myself on the motorcycle behind Hunter. I felt an unfamiliar sense on peace in my heart. My arms curled around his waist and my head came to rest on his back, I could feel him tense in surprise at my actions but soon his whole body relaxed. I felt his fingers caress my hand lightly, but it was only for a moment. The motorcycle surged forward.

And beneath us, deep, patient, and terrible, the mountain hums—not in hunger, not yet—just simply in acknowledgment. It has noticed. We are no longer separate pieces. We are a line. And lines, once drawn, are very hard to erase.