Wayward Pines Audiobook Novels & Stories

"Are you ready to talk to them?" She took a long winding right, and the girls were suddenly met with flourishing red spruce trees. As enjoyable as New York had been, Whitney missed Auburn's blossoming comeback leading into Summer. With the unforgiving ice and frost stripping Maine of it's wondrous green beauty, there really wasn't anything like watching everything grow back to how it was before. If not even a little better. At Hollis' curious question, Whitney frowned slightly and propped an elbow against the window pane to rub the back of her curly haired head deep in thought. "I have no idea..."

I steeled my spine, gave myself a mental pep talk and slowly crawled my way towards the case. It felt like eternity till I could touch the gun case. I slowly pulled it towards me, careful not to make any sound, and not to hit the middle leg of the bed. A quick inspection of the case revealed that it was a simple metal latch keeping it closed, I worried about the sound it would make if I released it. I grabbed a nearby shirt and wrapped it around the latch, hoping that it would muffle the sound and not wake Jax. All my movements were slow. Once the case was open, I carefully removed the gun. It took longer than I expected to remove the firing pin and reassemble the gun. I ensured that I put t

He was still telling himself that when the GPS lost signal twelve miles outside of town. He wasn't surprised. The town had always existed in its own universe — slightly out of reach, slightly out of time, the kind of place that didn't care whether the rest of the world could find it. He remembered that about it. He remembered more than he wanted to. The way the pines pressed close on both sides of Route 9 like they were leaning in to get a better look at who was coming. The way the sky above the treeline was always a different color here than it was anywhere else — deeper, somehow, more deliberate, like the light had made a decision about what it wanted to be before it arrived.

The road into Black Hollow narrowed the farther Evelyn Hart drove, until the asphalt itself seemed to hesitate, curling into the dark woods like a reluctant traveler. Towering pines pressed in from both sides, their needles whispering in the wind, and for a moment she wondered if she had taken a wrong turn somewhere past the county line. Her GPS had given up an hour ago, screen flashing with the cruel taunt: No signal.

She could feel it. **** Pov: Aiden. Meanwhile: Deep Within the Pines Aiden stood over a large map pinned across an old wooden table. Wolves—some in partial shift, some fully clothed—surrounded him in the cabin tucked into the hills beyond Fernmere. He was silent as one of his scouts approached and placed a device in his palm. “She’s rallying them,” the scout said. “Not like Asher—with speeches and power—but like a spark. They’re listening.” Aiden activated the playback.