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Chapter: 14 ****** TALON: The towering peaks of the mountains loomed above, their jagged silhouettes etched against the vibrant blue sky as I tried to make my way through the sprawling grounds of the Riverbay Pack Camp. My heart raced, a mixture of excitement and apprehension coursing through me. Laughter and the sounds of training echoed around me, yet I remained shrouded in silence, my thoughts a whirlwind of uncertainty about what lay ahead.

The mountain straights, once shrouded in mystery, now beckoned with a clarity that resonated with purpose. And so, under the watchful gaze of the moon and the ageless sentinel of the mountain ash, Morekish embarked on a journey that transcended the boundaries of his known world—a journey that would weave his destiny into the cosmic tapestry and illuminate the untold chapters of the mountain pack's legacy.

I want to stop but I can't. What the hell is wrong with me?. ✍️ Authoress Ricky ✍️ To be continued... There is fire on the mountain 🌋🌋🌋

He found Mya next to him, packing her backpack next, and Gloria lying quietly on the ground. “You’re up. Let’s go,” said Mya. Adrian nodded and stood up. He checked on Gloria before he put her on his back once again and continued to walk ahead. Mya put out the campfire and followed him. They were now very close to the mountain. The mountain in the rainforest was not very tall, just slightly taller than the trees. However, the mountain had a unique form, and not a single blade of grass was growing on it. The mountain stood there, barren.

Chapter 62: The Uncharted Matrix The winter twilight was really quiet on the mountain ridge. Outside the library windows the pine branches were bent down because of the heavy snow. The dark branches looked really cool against the snow. Inside the big fireplace made the room warm and cozy. The warm light from the fireplace made the wooden floor look nice.

"Andy? Didn't you have important work to do today?" Andy looked completely calm as he introduced Jane. "This is Jane Brooke, daughter of the Shadow Pack's Alpha. She had ordered a custom-made ring here, so I came with her to pick it up." I glanced at the ring. The huge diamond shone brilliantly from every angle. Jane raised an eyebrow at me, the provocation clear in her eyes. "You must be Milly Gomez. Andy told me about you. You're an orphan." Jane deliberately emphasized my identity as an orphan and a sly look flashed through her eyes.

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CHAPTER 47 POV: Mia The mountain was the first thing. She saw it through the plane window as they descended, massive and flat-topped and entirely itself, sitting above the city with the specific authority of something that had been there long before the city and would be there long after. She put her hand on his arm. He looked at the window. Then at her face. “There it is,” he said quietly. “It’s bigger than I imagined,” she said. “It always is,” he said. “Every time I come back.” He looked at the mountain. “You forget the scale of it between visits. Then you see it and you think right. That’s what I was trying to remember.”

POV: Leo Dante Moretti The Jura Mountains were a wall of white and grey, a jagged spine of limestone draped in the heavy, suffocating silence of a Swiss winter. I sat in the back of a blacked-out SUV as it wound its way up the serpentine roads toward the "Phoenix" node. Outside, the world was beautiful and indifferent; inside, the air was pressurized with the hum of high-end tactical gear and the cold intent of the men I had brought with me.

As we get closer though, I have to shake my head because I swear the mountain is moving. A thunderous crack and groan reverberates in the wind, until the stone seems to unfold itself. Then the rocks slowly turn, crackling as they go, and a pair of large brown eyes made of mossy boulders with tree branches for eyelashes, blinks down at us. “Holy shit!” I cry out, just as the mountain starts to walk, nearly hitting us with its solid grey mass of a shoulder.