Thrall Diner Novels & Stories

"How about I drive down to the diner with you for lunch? Marge is making her Saturday beef stew, and I owe you a meal for helping me decipher Arthur's scribbled water notes." ‎ ‎"You've got a deal," Kat agreed smoothly, standing up and pulling her wool coat back on. ‎ ‎By one o'clock, the snow had intensified into a thick, steady curtain that dusted the cobblestone common of Pine Valley in deep white drifts. ‎ ‎The Steeping Stone Diner was packed with locals seeking refuge from the cold. The heavy glass windows were fogged around the edges, glowing with warm yellow light from the retro hanging lamps. The air inside was rich with the heavenly scents of simmering beef broth, fried onions, fres

Despite his intimidating build, he radiated friendliness. “Aria Silvermoon, I presume?” He extended his hand. “I’m Ryker Stone, Beta of Blackthorn Pack. Welcome.” I shook his hand, surprised by the genuine warmth. “Thank you. Though I’m not sure ‘welcome’ is the right word when your warriors detained me at the border.” Ryker laughed. “Fair point. They were just following protocol. Unknown wolf entering our territory, they had to bring you in. But you’re not in trouble.” He gestured for me to sit. “Actually, you’re probably the most anticipated guest we’ve ever had.”