Romans & histoires Wayward Pines

Here we go again maybe I should use it, sorry the Montromey Kingdom for using your name this borrowed identity will pay you back in the future. "Stand" I call as I get off in this bunk and approached the window. Blue sky, white clouds, Laffy mountains, a mountain of yaks, birds flying in the sky, grasses and leaves dancing with the wind and the sun is smiling proudly, daylight transmits his encroachment. "Where am I?" I sound out after watching the mesmerizing scenery outside and face them as the wind kisses my skin but I don't feel cold at all. "Evergreen pack of southeast territory" one of the guys with red hair answered. Montromey territory and now southeast territory so what next?

Nothing interesting so far so I switch it off and I decide to practice my shooting. I'm home alone so I have the house all to myself, for once there are only fifty guards outside to make sure everything is calm along with twenty guards inside and the other one-hundred and thirteen guards are out doing some of my unfinished work. Including Oscar, Amelia and Chiara. When I reach the shooting range I type in the passcode and it turns green then the metal door automatically opens, I step in and the lights lit up on their own in rows. I take one of the headsets that are hanging on the wall and one of my favorite guns, an AR-15 style rifle.

My Fer, she is all I have left. I slump back in the seat, trying to see out the darkened windows of the car. Through the windscreen I can make out the mountains of the Wildlands looming black against the gold and magenta of the Wolf Moon sky. On either side of the car, the outlines of forest pines whoosh past in blurs of bristly bark and spiky spruce needles.

"Get us to the tree-line." ​As the SUV roared to life, Leo looked back at the Miller Tower. It was no longer pulsing red, but it looked broken, a monument to a family that had tried to be gods and ended up as orphans. ​The Cabin in the Pines: ​Three hours later, the rain had turned to a thick, mountain mist. The SUV groaned as it climbed the unpaved trail toward the highest peaks of the Silverwood valley. Here, the pines grew so thick they choked out the light of the city below. The scent of damp earth and pine needles was so strong it made Leo’s wolf-half stir, a low, deep rumble in his chest that he hadn't felt since the fight in the Hall.

The morning broke with a brittle chill, the kind of cold that settled deep beneath the skin and made every breath sharp and fleeting. Frost coated the pine needles and the earth, glittering faintly under the pale light of a winter sun struggling to rise. I stood at the edge of Ashfang camp, my wolf Nyx restless beneath the surface, sensing the tension that clung to the forest like a suffocating shroud. Ahead of me stretched the wild, tangled maze of Frostwillow — a land both beautiful and dangerous, where twisted trees loomed like dark sentinels and ancient shadows whispered of things best left forgotten.

Aria's POV The drive to Silvercrest took over an hour, but it passed in a focused silence between my partner and me. "Look at the tall pines," I muttered to Maya's hearing as soon as we approached the borders of the pack. "Very beautiful," she replied. "They're oldies but still goldies." I nodded, noting how the shadows of the pines stretched long across the asphalt as the sun climbed toward its late morning peak. The deeper we drove into Silvercrest, the more dazed we were with its natural touch.

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.

By the time they returned to town, the sun had already begun its descent toward the western horizon. Evening wasn't far away. A strong sea breeze swept through the streets, carrying the sharp scent of salt. The two friends walked in comfortable silence toward the mansion of Ki Somanagara near the town square. Then a scream shattered the afternoon. A woman’s scream. High. Terrified. Echoing through the surrounding streets. Wisnumurti and Jaladri stopped instantly. “What was that?” Wisnumurti asked. “Maybe somebody got murdered,” Jaladri replied casually.

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.

Three Weeks Later Warm, real sunlight streamed through the windows of the small, hidden cabin. It wasn’t the ranger station, nor the Crossroads. This was somewhere Winters had taken them—a long-abandoned forestry outpost tucked into a golden, sunlit valley far from the scorched battleground. Undiscoverable. Still.