Tom Clancy Red Winter Novels & Stories

I have a feeling that this year is going to be an even wilder winter. *The End*

The stolen van now rests next to one of at least a dozen cabins situated around the pure, crisp waters of a pristine lake. Diving underneath its cold surface, I hold my breath as the filth of the last two weeks rises from my body in a muddy cloud. Pushing off from the shore, I move my arms with force, swimming as fast as I can towards the other shore as my brain works out not just the last few days but the last decade of my life. Clancy. I never liked the wolf, not since I was a pup. There has always been something behind his eyes, even in kindness, that felt too analytical and cold, like he was calculating all of his options, seeing everyone as a potential commodity rather than a person.

INVESTIGATION DEPARTMENT STATION – DIANA’S POV We gathered around Mr. Douglas, all eyes on the high-tech display glowing on the desk. The image flickered, zooming in on a red dot pulsing over a location. “Our first target is him,” Douglas said. A photo flashed on the screen, a black man with grey eyes, a devilish deep scar at the top of his nose down to his lips. He was the kind of man they could probably describe as villains in a novel.

Rowan gave me a detailed briefing on the company’s operations. With his help, I quickly got up to speed and threw myself into the work. One day, while we were in a meeting, a commotion erupted downstairs. I looked down from the upper floor and saw Ronan arranging a massive heart made of red roses. Holding a megaphone, he shouted up at me, "Calista, give me another chance. Can we start over?"

At noon the next day, in the middle of June, snow began to fall. It came out of nowhere. Everyone else was caught up in the strange excitement of summer snowfall. Only the employees of the Lewis Group stayed home, just like they had been told, with heating equipment and food prepared in advance. That same day, Jasmine finally got what she wanted. She spent the afternoon in my bed with that balding man. Afterward, still not satisfied, she called me and asked when the money would be ready.

Like a red flower slowly blooming. I didn’t know how long it took before I finally got up. I dragged my suitcase over, opened the door, and walked out step by step. Behind me, the hallway was marked with my footprints. One after another. Bright red. The road late at night was empty. I couldn’t even get a cab. Shivering, I took out my phone and dialed Ethan’s number. The moment the call connected, violent pain exploded in my lower abdomen. It wasn’t a sharp stab.

Evans’ POV As I rode into the darkening woods, I felt a tremendous weight of stillness on my chest. I was surrounded by Nightclaw warriors, whose presence was a menacing force that both alarmed and fascinated me. Every stride they took was deliberate and coordinated, as though they were transporting something—*someone*—much bigger than a wayward omega. I clenched my teeth and mentally repeated the Alpha's commands, my pulse pounding. * "You are not who you think you are." *

Mordeu couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Though Cillian had told him the history of this man in such a casual manner, it still ignited a sense of unease, a feeling of dread and a need to escape in Mordeu, and now he was hearing that that man was still very much alive. “You said it happened a hundred years ago, there’s no way he would still be alive.” Cillian nodded his head. “Well, normally, it wouldn’t be, and that has brought about the deduction that red wolves have a longer life span.”

And she was willing to break the law to get what she wanted. I had been a cop for twentythree years. Seen corruption from both sides. Watched criminals game the system and prosecutors bend rules. But this felt different. More calculated. More dangerous. Four Winter was many things. He had operated in grey areas for years. Made money through questionable means. Associated with criminals. But he had also cooperated with authorities, provided valuable information, and honoured his immunity agreement. He was trying to change. Become legitimate. Build a life with his family. Chen wanted to destroy him anyway.

Then it hit him and a smirk plastered on his face, “Oh right. We definitely have to go mow. “I can’t wait to officially have you, Mrs. Hudson.” I chuckled, feeling butterflies in my stomach. This is really it. I can’t wait to be on more adventures with my husband, Eion. It was all worth it. And I’m proud to say that I am Snow caught in his Winter Heart. **