Under The Oak Tree Maxi Novels & Stories

RICHARD'S POV Marcus appeared at the tent entrance with the energy of someone who had consumed one beer and was treating it as a down payment on several more. "We're going to the oak," he said. He had his jacket on and a torch in his hand and the specific expression he wore when he had already decided something and was presenting it as an invitation out of courtesy. "Giant oak about five minutes into the trees. Few of the guys. Fire. Come." "I'll sleep," I said.

My mind was completely, wonderfully quiet. Leo sat down beside me, taking my hand in his. His fingers were warm and strong. "Where are we going now?" I asked softly, opening my eyes to look at him. Leo looked out the window toward the vast, green expanse of the outer forests stretching far beyond the old city walls—a place no citizen of Oakhaven had been allowed to see for fifty years. "Home," Leo said softly. "To build something new."

Tears formed in my eyes but stopped when Alqamar slouched again so he can put me down. I swallowed hard and calm myself down. Don’t be weak now Lexis or Alqamar will suspect you. I turned to Alqamar and saw that he’s walking towards the tree. He went behind that tree and when he come out, I saw him with only his jeans. Damn, he’s half naked!

Max held the branches back so they didn’t slap me. “Close your eyes,” he said. “Max, if I trip, I’m punching you,” I warned. Closed them anyway. He steered me by the shoulders a few more steps. “Okay… open.” I looked. A small clearing. Sun coming through the leaves. Against a big old oak was a tiny wooden house. Like a mini version of ours…. it was a shingled roof, a little round door. Max knelt down and gave a soft whistle. A small orange head poked out. Baby fox. Huge ears. Big, curious eyes. Let out a tiny yip when he saw Max.

She said, dropping then on the table. Bruce nodded and walked to the table and Olive followed curiously. He opened the first document and the Heading read; Olive MaxGold owner of MaxGold's Corp. Hmm, Olive MaxGold? Isn't MaxGold your name? Olive asked, with a confused look. From today, you're Olive MaxGold. Sole Owner of MaxGold Corporation. And you're currently competing with Dexter's Associates. Bruce said, leaving Olive shocked to the bone. What the!!! T. B. C

Ozrain knocked out of his deep thought “It's a she” he swung open one of his arms, pointing towards the first jeep. Maximus paced together with Ozrain to the jeep in question as the window of the rear seat rolled down. Revealed the beautiful, sweet, fragile girl on the lap of an intimidating alpha, hugging his neck and head down. Maximus placed his elbows on the window frame “Hi there, pumpkin...I'm Maximus, your grandpapa's old friend. What's your name?” he asked, nothing even remotely connected between his tone and facial expression to the red wolf in front of them a few minutes ago.

We found the best spot in the forest with the largest trees and we also used multiple large iron chains in hopes that they will be able to hold him until his transformation is complete. I could already see Maxwell’s beastly eyes as he kept glaring at us. “Ronald, hurry up,” I said. “It’s almost ready,” he answered and after a while they both returned to where I was standing. “Max, you have to stay calm, you can do this,” Alicia said. “No, I can’t,” Maxwell replied. “Save me, please… Mom,” he called out. I held her back when she was about to take a step. She looked at me and I wagged my head gently.

I am not worried about getting lost, I know the place like the back of my hand. When I reach the forest, I take in a deep breath and let it out before continuing to walk. It does not take me very long to reach the giant oak tree. It even has my initials that I carved into it the first time I ran here to get away from everyone and everything. The almost full moon sits in the sky and gives the night an eerie feel. I sit right under the tree with my back laid against the trunk. The ground is dirty but I gladly rest my legs on it.

He looks at me and that unknown tension that was once there fills his eyes again. I silently plead for him to tell me what is going on, for anything that Jacob tells me will make it that much worse. The song ends, but Max doesn't let go. He keeps swaying his hips and looking deep into my eyes. As if he's afraid to let me go. Taylor Swift sings "Wildest Dreams" and the spell that Max is under breaks.