The Retreat Sarah Pearse Novels & Stories

he continued before dismissing us as we turned to leave he stopped us. “Take this one with you, she has spoiled my appetite for the night with all that screaming” he hissed, Sarah lowered her head in a bow and I followed, I saw that he was pleased. “It seems Sarah has been teaching you the right things after all” We departed with Rita who was in obvious pain, my heart went to her. This can't be my fate. “Sarah looks at her” I started as we stepped outside the compound, away from eavesdroppers.

Did she want to leave just like that? Sarah's face paled slightly. She was extremely nervous as she left. She could not help but turn back, her face pale, and say, "What? Are you going to retaliate against me? Okay, do whatever you want. You know people now, and you know martial arts. I'm at your mercy as a weak woman." Henry could not help but admire her cunningness. Sarah certainly had some tricks up her sleeve. Not only was she likely to leave safely, but she also managed to tarnish his image.

“Hey, little guy. I have to go now, but we’ll play again soon, okay? Be good for William and Grandpa.” Kevin looked up at her with bright eyes and gave her a big hug around the neck. “Bye, Cameron! Bring the ball next time!” “I will,” she promised with a laugh. She stood, gave William a final nod of gratitude, and headed toward the front door. As she stepped outside into the cooling evening air, she could not help but reflect on the complicated dynamics of the household she had just left. Destiny’s secret escape with Ronan, William’s quiet fears, Lowell’s unexpected visit, and the charity gala looming on Friday — everything felt like pieces of a puzzle that was slowly shifting into something

Her mind refused to stop replaying what had happened. The gunshots. Aisha falling. The blood. Each memory came rushing back without warning. Sarah stopped again by the glass window and pressed her trembling palm lightly against it. Through the reflection, she could see her own face; pale, exhausted, and drawn with worry. Minutes later, the quiet corridor stirred slightly as footsteps approached from the far end. Inspector Caleb Pearce walked steadily toward her, his expression serious but calm. Behind him was his partner, a slightly younger officer carrying a small notebook and pen in his hand.

“Every room. Every corner. Check the gates. No one leaves this compound.” The guards scattered instantly. Arthur’s fingers curled into fists. “That ungrateful girl… she thinks she can ruin everything?” Downstairs, Matilda froze halfway through sipping her tea as the shouting echoed from above. “What’s going on?” she muttered. Moments later, Wendy descended the stairs, her expression already composed again—but her eyes were stormy. “Sarah has escaped,” she announced calmly. The teacup slipped from Matilda’s fingers and shattered on the floor. “What?!”

Even though she had put on a great show, she got to admit– Sarah will miss them. The thought of staying alone in the house on weekends till they return was revoking and so, she resorts to staying with her mother for 3 days, packed accordingly and was ready to leave –not before she sends off the rest of the pack to their retreat.

She looks at me with sharp eyes, touching my face with her bloody hand, and says, “Henry, please stay still.” She bites her shirt and tears it to get some rags. Dressing on my injuries and then binding up her left arm. The growling draws closer to our concealment, and the footstep walks towards us. Bounding my heart on the frame, Sarah looks towards the entrance, stands up, and runs outside. The footsteps run after her, and I know she wants to distract our enemies. But she’s too weak to bear with that. Fuck me, how can she gain that confidence?

When I got back to the penthouse she was at the kitchen island. Working. Case files open. Coffee going cold beside her the way it sometimes still did when she was deep enough in something that she forgot. She looked up when the elevator opened. "How was the board meeting," she said. "Hargrove resigned," I said. "It is done." She held my gaze for a moment. Then she closed her laptop. Stood up. Crossed the kitchen. And put her arms around me. I held on. For a long moment I just held on.

She had never felt more useless in her entire life so she went around the people offering them empty platitudes. "Don't worry, It'll soon be over." It would be one way or the other. "Our warriors are strong." And the rogues outnumbered them. "We will repel them, please have faith." Or they would slaughter them. When a bloodstained half-naked warrior finally came back bearing news of the fight, panting from running in so quickly through their barricade, Sarah was the first there. "Tell me. What is going on out there?" She demanded "We… We pushed back the rogues. We have secured our pack lands and now we battle what is left of them at the perimeter."

I watched her retreating figure as she walked towards the front door. ‘Look back, please. Turn around.’ I inwardly said, desperately hoping she’d look back at me one last time before she disappeared behind the door. I wished and prayed she’d turn around to look at me one last time. With each step she took closer to the door without turning back, my heart cracked a little. ‘Look back, please.’