Under The Oak Tree Light Novels & Stories

The pack lands are calm tonight. The wind carries the scent of pine and earth, and the forest hums quietly, as if holding its breath for something it knows is coming but isn’t yet ready to reveal. I leave the pack house behind me, careful to avoid the lingering shadows of patrols, and make my way toward the small clearing near the stream. Moonlight dappled the rocks and grass, turning the night into silver and charcoal.

I’m below a tree, an oak tree. The realization sends a shot of sobering adrenaline through me, and my mind emerges from the haze—it’s not just any oak tree. It’s our oak tree! I’m laying at the tunnel entrance, but how did I get here? Who brought me here? Why am I naked? Why can’t I move?

I felt… divine. A knock at the door signaled it was time. Alpha Draven himself stood outside, his presence steady, reassuring. Without a word, he offered his arm, and I took it, letting him lead me through the winding path toward the sacred oak tree. It was breathtaking. The great oak stood tall and ancient, its wide trunk draped in lanterns that bathed the clearing in a warm, golden glow. Their light flickered against the darkness, illuminating the gathered wolves in soft, wavering hues. The scent of earth, pine, and burning wood filled the crisp night air.

"Many people helped bring this place to life, you know? It's just a place where Omegas like us can find a purpose." Torches are hanging on the walls and that's it for lighting outside the buildings. Inside them, a few people are using candles, and some even have lightbulbs. We walk past a few small homes and keep going until we reach a cavern called The Omegatrix. It's been built under the massive roots of a tree. I arch a brow at the name. "What does that even mean?"

I climb off her back and thank her for giving me a ride here. “Are you staying?” I ask but she is already on her way back to the castle. That’s strange, why was she in a rush? Turning I see an enormous tree. It looked to be an old weeping cherry tree in full bloom with its pink spring flowers. The moon illuminated the bright colors and magical fireflies flew all about. There looked to be lighting coming from the center where the trunk of the tree should be. I stepped forward and moved a flower branch to the side so I could walk under the tree. I continued until I found the tree trunk. Lanterns were carefully placed all around underneath the weeping canopy. It’s simply breathtaking. I was so

I go until I’m far above the ground, far enough that looking straight down leaves me feeling dizzy. Don’t look down, don’t look down. I tell myself and look straight ahead. I’ve wrapped my arms around the tree trunk and I’m gripping tight. It’s some kind of oak tree, with large wide branches and a sturdy trunk. It’s thick with leaves in midsummer and they rustle gently in the light wind. Below is the hard baked ground and a little way away, the pool that comes down from the waterfall before the river rushes away through the forest.

The good thing about being Butterfly with Carson — as I've come to enjoy — was I didn't need to any longer. Carson turned to me with a perked eyebrow. In the bright white light from the ceiling and floors I could now see the slight redness in his otherwise perfect eyes and I was glad we stopped. “Where is everyone?” I waved my hand about indicating the empty space. “Don't tell me you didn't see those cars.” Carson chuckled and drew a hand over his dark stubble, an action that made me involuntarily clench my thighs. “That. Well, you did not hear this from me, but, Jaime Crawford junior also hosts an underground and very illegal poker game every Tuesday night.”

What did it mean? The clearing was nestled between two ancient oaks, their branches creating a natural canopy above. Garrick set about gathering wood for a fire while I unpacked our meager supplies. As darkness fell, the forest came alive with night sounds—the hoot of an owl, the rustle of small creatures in the underbrush. "You're quiet tonight," Garrick observed as he stoked the fire. The flames cast dancing shadows across his face, highlighting the sharp angles of his cheekbones. "Is it the visions again?"

Beneath the canopy of ancient oaks, the meeting grounds lay bathed in the silvery glow of the moon at its peak. Shafts of light pierced through the leaves, casting dappled patterns on the forest floor. A crackling bonfire at the heart of the clearing sent sparks spiraling into the night. Amidst the hush of the woods, the haunting howls of distant wolves mingled with the soft murmurs of the gathered pack. The air was filled with anticipation.

hummed in her chest. “No” trembled in her head. But her feet answered for her, moving before she could talk herself out of it. They walked behind the shed toward the quiet path that led to the row of old oak trees. The sounds of volunteers softened behind them until there was nothing but the rustle of leaves and the crunch of gravel under their steps. They stopped beneath the largest oak, the one that towered over the rest like a guardian. Jaxon shoved his hands in his pockets the same habit he had when he was nervous, though he’d never admit it.