Way Out West Book Novels & Stories

"He's one wolf who can erase memory. If he reaches Silver Creek, he could make you all forget me. Forget each other. Forget the Circle." "We won't let him." "Then come with me." --- We rode at dawn. Not an army—a strike team. Dax, Farrah, Lyssa, and me. Morwen stayed behind to protect the children. Rian stayed to lead the pack. The journey west took two weeks. The terrain changed—forests to plains, plains to cliffs, cliffs to sea. The ocean was gray, cold, endless. And on the highest cliff, a figure. No face. Just a smooth expanse of skin where features should have been.

The entire truth. North, West, East, South, nowhere felt like home. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A/n Right now, I’m so happy. I wrote this chapter at a go because of you guys. I’m also planning my other books too:) Wish me luck, if you can. Please check my other werewolf books— A Baby for the Beast and The Beast's Christmas Slave. Anyway, leave a five-star review and comment your thoughts and suggestions, lovelies!!!

Joshua said. I turned and looked towards him, "thank you." I said with a grateful smile. "You got it." Joshua winked, and then he left. My hands flew to my face, and I squeaked into my opened palms. There were large windows and a second story of shelves lining the wall. I didn't waste any time to find the cooking section. I piled as many cookbooks onto my hand and chest as I could, which consisted of various recipes from cultures from all over the world, then I headed to the sitting area, which just as Joshua had described, was buried in between a series of shelves.

I wondered what they wanted and who the 'she' was in the sentence written at the back of the photograph. After tossing and turning, I decided I would return to the north first thing in the morning. I knew my eagerness to return had other personal reasons, but I held on to the fact that I needed to cry for help because this Alexie guy and the people in my woods were beyond my control. Something terrible was going on, and these takeovers might have had something to do with what was also happening in the west, causing us to have a large inflow of displaced persons crowding our communities and economic system.

He was about to hurl more insults when Francesca suddenly shrieked, "Oh no! My precious Pico seems to be coughing!" Papa's and Mamma's expressions instantly changed, panic flaring. "Quick! Call the doctor immediately!" They hurriedly brushed past me. The heavy wooden door slammed shut in my face with a bang. I stood quietly in place for two seconds, then turned around and went back to my cold and gloomy room. I stuffed the few clothes I had into my bag. It was well below freezing outside. Bracing against the biting wind, I dragged my peeling suitcase and walked resolutely into the depths of winter without looking back.

“Will we be killing the perpetrators, or is this a stealth extraction of my pack members?” “We’re not executioners,” says Jake. It’s another three hours’drive until we finally approach our destination. The terrain breaks, mountains rise from the desert waste, their slopes robed in green pines. The road slithers up the grade. The sleepy miles of empty, tan expanse give way to vigilance. Yet everyone watches the trees, expecting something to leap out from behind them.

“It was awe full, as usual, doing business with you Tony. But it’s time for me to go. And, just so you know exactly who has the power here, if you lap dogs leave a mark on me, I won’t supply you anymore. Have a nice evening. But, I hope, you fall, in a ditch.” “Now!” He booms. The men all lunge towards me. Good thing a know this building inside out and back to front. I simply jump out the window. I land on the balcony a level down. My feet tingle on impact. I break the glass and climb through that window. Once I’m back inside, I run through the empty trade floor and sprint down to the underground level. Once there a take my pick of the cars. Tony’s shiny black Audi is sitting unprotected. I

Abegail sat paralysed, her dream world collapsing about her, as her father and Leonard briefly talked of Leonard's leaving. He was going farther west, into the new Colorado territory. Not east. He was leaving. He was leaving without her, and he was going west, not east—to the even more primitive wilds than the dreary Nolana, not to the opulent, lively cities of the east.

I sit back up in frustration, knowing only too well I will most likely pass out if I don’t try to keep myself awake. I rummage in my bag for my phone to use as a light and pull out my book. I may as well focus on something other than my sore face, crappy body and pitiful plight, and pull the tattered western from inside the messy contents. As long as the rain stays off until I can go home then this is just a waiting game.

Instead, a very odd thing happened and the three of them moved to give us a way to pass. Taking a deep, calming breath, I walked further into the West territory. Ryker, Dmitry, and Eros were following behind me while the three wolves were on either side of us. Unlike the North or the South, the West looked like it had never been touched by civilization. The houses and buildings looked like they had been there for at least a hundred years and had never been remodeled.