Three Pines Season 2 Novels & Stories

“What if someone found out you were…abusing your family’s power to…” “Pish posh,” Allison brushed off my concern. “What’s the point of having a powerful bestie if you dont…” Allison paused mid-sentence, her mirth evaporating like mist on water as she gazed out at the cars in front of us. “You and I both know she won’t spend a day in jail,” Ally grumped, pointing towards a black sedan driving towards us in the opposite direction. “Look, Prince Charming is already coming to rescue his princess.”

"Get us to the tree-line." ​As the SUV roared to life, Leo looked back at the Miller Tower. It was no longer pulsing red, but it looked broken, a monument to a family that had tried to be gods and ended up as orphans. ​The Cabin in the Pines: ​Three hours later, the rain had turned to a thick, mountain mist. The SUV groaned as it climbed the unpaved trail toward the highest peaks of the Silverwood valley. Here, the pines grew so thick they choked out the light of the city below. The scent of damp earth and pine needles was so strong it made Leo’s wolf-half stir, a low, deep rumble in his chest that he hadn't felt since the fight in the Hall.

A smile of nostalgia took over Pines' features. After discovering he was a homose.xual, his family and pack disowned Pine. He was a stain on the family's reputation, and to rectify that, his father sided with the Alpha, and they banished him. His elder brother was the title Gamma, so in their minds, Pine was a chuck-away anyway. His mother tried and fought for him, but it was useless. Pine came from a pack where females were subservient and listened faithfully to their mates.

Lyra's POV The second cluster met us in a forest clearing that smelled of pine resin and cold water and old decisions, the particular scent of a place that had been chosen for survival rather than beauty, and had over time accumulated a beauty of its own from the choosing. Thirty-six people, Nadia had told me, and I had prepared for thirty-six people, but the reality of them was something that preparation could only approximate, the families, the children, the elderly man whose determination had long since overruled the objections of his joints, the woman holding an infant against her chest with one arm and a small packed bag with the other, both arms steady, neither shaking. People carried

Whether the party that had made the entrance was the same one that had seen fit to hide the trespass from casual inspection using smaller gauge spool wire that we untwisted to gain ingress was another question. Leaving the limp strands in the snow, we entered a wooded area of the grounds. The clustered firs provided significant protection from the elements, continuing a trend that had become evident during our descent into the almost completely walled-in hollow. We weren’t insulated from the noise of the storm, however. If anything, the treetops enhanced the din, acting as instruments in eager hands as the wind rolled from one section of foliage to another, tossing the resilient branches, vo

Three days gone, and Silverpine feels both too small and far too big. The woods part at last, the pines opening to the familiar clearing—smoke curling from the packhouse, chickens squabbling by the door, Fen hauling firewood while Agatha kneads bread on the porch steps. Nothing’s changed, and everything has.

Pine Ridge is taking massive steps towards recovery, the warriors and civilians here today look almost as strong and healthy as our own pack. The three pyres burn on the horizon just before the river and the crackle of the fire pits dotted around the field cast a warm orange glow on the faces of every man, woman and child. Lottie and Gabe sit at a table with her curled into him, shielded from the nip in the air by his arm draped protectively over her shoulders. Hunter and Esme sit opposite in much the same position. In fact, as I stand here beside the alter and look around, I am taken aback by the number of couples I see. Some are clearly expecting, others have recently announced pregnancies

In a way he hadn't looked since Eli had arrived — unguarded, at ease, the professional blankness dropped because these were his people and there was no reason to maintain it with them. Eli looked away before Noah could catch him looking. "The underpinning work," Pat was saying, "realistically we're looking at three weeks minimum before the porch framing can go in. I know that's not what the schedule says but —" "It's fine," Eli said. "I'll adjust the schedule. You're right about the sequence." Pat looked at him with the expression of someone who had expected an argument. "Oh. Good." "How long have you been working in Cedarwood Falls?" he asked.

Pine was in one of the rooms located on the third floor of the west area of Haltz castle. Since her arrival here, she has not opened her eyes at all. In her sleep she kept delirious. There wasn't much that Al could do as the second person in charge of the Haltz government, he could only monitor the state of this woman. Her tense face showed that Pine was having a bad dream. Her forehead was full of sweat, and her lips kept spewing nonsense words.