The Nook Of The North の小説・ストーリー

I remember Maddox and wonder if I need to add White Forest to the list. Packing my shit up I head to the border, I’ll start with White Forest. If Alpha Nikolai knows nothing about her then I’ll go north. It would take a serious gamble by Rising Star to get up here. We’re in the north east, on the border of White Forest, a day away from the mountainous north. I stay on foot, reasoning some random clue or person to question would be less freaked out by my human instead of wolf form.

Lena closed her eyes. And the first whispers from Jonas’s models echoed in her memory: The northern ridge is failing. The future had not waited for them to finish arguing. It had arrived. And it was banging on their door.

“Supermarket Blackmoon, how can I help you.” “This is Alpha Noah, I would like you to fill 2 shopping carts with all kinds of food. Bread, vegetables, fruits, chips, cookies, bagels, donuts etc. If your done put it on my personal bill and bring them to the cabin at the south of the packhouse. I will be waiting there until you arrive.”

"You do not leave my side. Not for a second." Nora picked at her salad. "I know, Deluca. You’ve said it ten times." "I’m serious, Nora. The Northern Ridge is filled with vultures tonight. They are looking for any sign of weakness, any crack in our bond," he said, his eyes narrowing as he watched her. "And if any of the 'dogs from the South' try to approach you—the mercenaries, the merchants, Kashton’s spies—you ignore them. You don't breathe in their direction."

The North Pack mansion was a fortress of glass and white stone, perched high on the snow-dusted peaks of the Rockies. Unlike the warm, cedar-scented air of the Medina River Pack land, the North was crisp, smelling of pine needles and ozone. Inside the grand study, the atmosphere was typically one of quiet efficiency—until the morning the letter arrived.

"Where are we?" "The northern Kuskokwim Mountains, on the western facing ridge." Noah leaned forward. "Circle in from the other side so she can see." "Yes, sir." They were way west of Fairbanks, then. Though she'd never ventured out this far, she knew the land was too rugged for roads and no major communities were within range. Was this why he chose the location? To make it near impossible for others to get to him? Or-his family? The family she knew nothing about.

The northern corridor was a strip of mixed forest running along the ridge above the valley, technically neutral ground, practically nobody's because the terrain made it useless for anything practical. Rocky, steep, no water source worth claiming, no flat ground worth building on. The kind of place that existed on maps as a buffer and in reality as a long inconvenient walk between two places that mattered. Except someone had been passing through it repeatedly and with purpose for three weeks.

Ports, seafood industries, and oceanic research centers would soon rise, providing both economic opportunities and a stable food supply for the nation. Meanwhile, the Northern Region presented an entirely different set of challenges and opportunities. Blanketed in snow for most of the year and featuring rugged terrain, it was far from suitable for agriculture or dense habitation. Instead, it was marked as the ideal zone for military training grounds, adventurer guilds, and mercenary outposts. With its harsh environment and isolated geography, it provided the perfect setting for survival training, combat exercises, and exploration-based activities.

"And the North is officially... Foreclosed." The ink swallowed us whole.

He pushed a few of them away with his snot, and ate one of the apple-looking fruits. Kiran smiled. "That's a relief," she said. "I ate one of those too earlier." *** North. "What?" Noorh mumbled through the darkness surrounding him. Head north. "Why should I head north?" Noorh asked, confused. But he didn't receive a response.