Novel & Cerita Under The Oak Tree Amazon

Birds chirped melodiously, their songs harmonizing with the rustling leaves and the distant howls of the pack. We ventured deeper into the heart of the pack lands, where the ancient oak tree stood tall and majestic. Its branches reached toward the sky, casting a protective shadow over the surrounding area. The ground beneath it now teemed with life, lush green grass and delicate ferns adorning the soil. "This is where it all began," Lady Loretta said softly, her voice filled with reverence. "The oak tree, the source of our pack's prosperity, and the testament to your power, Royal."

MAXINE We made our way to the old oak tree near the lake. The moon was hanging low in the sky. It cast a pale glow on the water. I could see the massive oak tree in the distance, its branches twisting like fingers. This was where it was all going to end. We reached the base of the tree. The ground beneath our feet is uneven and covered in fallen leaves. Mr. Grayson pulled out the scroll from the small box containing the last piece. He brought the other pieces from his bag one after the other.

I felt a connection to this untamed realm, a connection that stirred something primal within me. Finally, I reached the tree I had sought, its gnarled branches reaching out like skeletal fingers. It was said to be the only tree in the forest that bore the precious cocoa pods, a deadly plant for werewolves. I approached it with caution, aware of the dangers that lurked in this sacred space. With gloved hands, I carefully plucked the pods, their dark, glossy surfaces reflecting the dappled sunlight.

I made my approach slowly towards the nearest tree in the open. My heart stopped for what seemed like forever. The wind rustled the thick grass. Drops of sweat are tracing my forehead. I was within striking distance of the tree now. Not too far away, I could also make out the other tower that needs protecting. I must get there without being caught or ensnared. I got in a hurry and started to creep up the tree. While making my way to the tree, I am slashed by the sharp edges of some tall grass. Then... I ducked for cover under a shady oak tree like a seasoned outdoorsman. It has a superb canopy and is a mature tree. Green and woodsy aromas fill the air.

Alexa then crawled through the, once again what she thought, mud and onto dryer dirt towards a nearby tree, using it as an anchor to help lift her body up once more. Once she was standing, she leaned heavily against the trunk of the large tree, it looked like an oak, but she couldn’t be sure. Her deep blue eyes locked onto that of the dark spot, finally noticing a dark line leading to where, she was pretty sure, she had woken up. To her, it looked as if the mud had seeped into the spot she was laying down.

The sound of soft weeping draws my attention to one of the few remaining trees on the lot, a large, aged oak that at this distance I can see a patch of pale skin contrasting with the tree's wood. I change the course of thoughts of the past with the inopportune curiosity of discovering who is hiding, I look over my shoulder confirming the endless line of associates sucking up to the most important new name within the mafia, with his pet dog beside him feigning pain with the loss. The funereal atmosphere is not strange, the cold wind raises some fallen leaves despite the clear sky at that moment the announcement of the storm lurks around the corners like the darkness in my chest, hidden by the

Before I could even think of what to reply him, he quickly ran off to meet Theran and the two began rummaging through the baskets and crates at the back of the carriage. Defeated, I let out a soft sigh as I glanced around for the tree Alexander had asked that I rest under. My eyes fell on a large oak tree with sprawling branches and thick foliage not too far from us. It's shade did look inviting as the sun above us had begun to grow hotter as we were diving deeper into the afternoon. Despite my protest, I decided that a good rest didn't sound so bad after all. "Miss Elora," I heard Theran call and my attention shifted to the driver. He held to his chest a stool with intricately carved legs a

Cat's last email replayed over and over in my mind like a sinister song, highlighting the shadows in Lachlan's past that seemed to loom over me. Then, I saw it: a grand oak tree, its gnarled branches stretching skyward, beckoning me closer. I didn't understand what it was doing here on a desert island. And more than that, how did Cat tell me to meet her at an oak tree just yesterday and here was an oak tree. What the fuck was this?

Ares kept pace beside me, occasionally bumping his shoulder against mine in a playful gesture that made Athena rumble with satisfaction. We reached the ancient oak – a massive tree said to have stood since the first werewolves claimed this territory centuries ago. Its trunk was wider than three wolves standing nose to tail, its branches creating a cathedral of leaves overhead. I skidded to a stop, panting lightly, pleased to find I'd beaten Ares by half a length. ‘We win,’ Athena crowed, turning to face our mate with her tongue lolling in a wolfish grin. Ares huffed, circling us with deliberate steps. ‘Let you win,’ he countered, though the playful light in his golden eyes betrayed the lie.

Colton looks like he wants to walk into a tree. I shake my head, unable to stop the small smile tugging at my lips. “You two are terrible at lying.” Oakley beams. “Thank you.” “That wasn’t a compliment,” I say. “It felt like one,” he replies. Colton exhales slowly. “Let’s just… move on. The orchard is this way.” Oakley nods quickly. “Yes. Orchard. Trees. Fruit. No mysterious healer prophecies there.” Colton mutters, “Hopefully.”