Wayward Pines Novels & Stories

Control. “Okay,” he says, voice rough. “Locked doors. We wait.” I nod, throat tight. “We wait.” Outside, the night presses its face against the windows. Inside, Dawson’s fingers tighten around mine, steady, warm, human. And I understand with a clarity that tastes like metal: The warrant weather is shifting. The net is tightening. And when Trent realizes the circle is closing, he won’t go quietly. He’ll try to take one last thing. Because men like him don’t want to win fairly. They want to win personally.

Maridelle is his mate. He shifted back with the happy thoughts. After twenty-eight years of waiting, he finally have a luna waiting to be saved. He will come to her. To see and scout the area, he went to the opposite direction. He came from the East side, this time he'll try going West. Dense forest shrouded the area. The wind is getting cold but he is still few kilometers away from the turn he needs to take to return to the forest clearing where they had set their temporary camp.

Just as I walk out of sight I hear Jessie send a low growl through the link before I close it off. Peyton and I walk towards the tree line just making small talk. It is a crisp fall day and the view of the forest and the changing fall leaves are breathtaking. All of the reds, yellows and oranges make the trees look like they are ablaze with the different colors of Autumn. Mother Nature does some of her finest work this time of year and I absolutely love the crisp air.

"Carlee Hood, who do you think Dominic would save if we both crashed? My bet's on me!" The moment five steel bars speared through my body, Paige Ryan, sitting in the passenger seat, calmly pulled her hands back from the steering wheel she had just yanked. She sneered, "Make sure you hang on a little longer, alright? Dying too fast would be such a bore." The rain had been relentless lately, leaving the roads flooded and treacherous.

Pine and Fire The gates of Pine Wood Pack loomed high, wrought iron framed with stone, the crest of a wolf entwined with pine boughs carved above the arch. Beyond it, Evandra glimpsed the sweep of the forest—towering redwoods and firs rising like sentinels against the sky. Their resinous scent drifted in on the mountain breeze, earthy and sharp, clinging to everything. The SUV rolled to a halt, its tires crunching over gravel. Evandra’s hands fidgeted in her lap as she peered out the tinted glass. This was it. Her second homecoming, the second step on the path the Moon Goddess had laid before her.

“Not even start about yourself, your princess has run out of fucks to give.” “So. It’s true, then.” My father let out a sigh. “Young Russo’s love drama led to his losing control over the North End.” “I guess so.” I tried to calm the quivering of my lips. “What about it? It’s good for business, isn’t it?”

** It had taken her three days to find a way back into Redstone. Blair kept her head down, hood up, scent masked beneath thick layers of herbs and ash. Every border had become tighter, more heavily patrolled, with wolves walking in pairs and eyes sharper than ever. But the west side, the cliffs veiled by mist and too treacherous to be a common path, was still vulnerable. It always had been. Grayson had never fixed it. And he hadn’t expected someone like her to come crawling back through the cracks.

The same one I feel under mine. And then there’s Kai. His presence hums next to me, powerful and quiet. Every so often, his hand brushes mine, and my skin tingles, aching for the comfort I keep denying myself. I can’t let myself reach for him. Not after what happened. Not when I nearly scorched the world around me with one uncontrolled flare of moonfire. We pass under the archway into the Whispering Pines. At least that's what i heard them call it. The air starts to feel different as we walk further.

The old guy also called the names of the people on Ley’s side. After the exchange of greetings, the oldest looked at Ley. “So what’s the reason you requested a video call? Do you know how hard it has been to set up this thing? And it’s very cold here, so old bones like me would always feel like it’s very torturous to move.” The City of Pines was famous for being cold all-year round due to its high location and even on summer, nights there would compel one to turn the house's heater on. Ley raised an eyebrow, his glance asking 'why go there in the first place'?

“We’re going.” *** The drive was three hours north, the Mustang eating up the miles as the landscape shifted from campus sprawl to dense, snow-dusted pine forests. Jax had the heat on low, music playing softly, one hand resting on Ryder’s thigh most of the way. When they finally pulled up to Silver Pine Lake, the sight stole Ryder’s breath. The water was vast and perfectly frozen, its surface glowing like molten glass under the setting sun. Tall pines ringed the shore, their branches heavy with fresh snow. It was completely silent except for the soft crunch of their boots as they got out.