Novelas y relatos de Wayward Pines

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.

Open land gave way to trees‚ dense‚ tall‚ endless rows of dark pines pressing close against both sides of the road until the sky was barely visible through the canopy. He turned again‚ this time onto a private road marked by a heavy iron gate that swung open automatically as the Phantom approached. A small brass plaque on the stone pillar read WOLFE in engraved letters. The gate closed behind us‚ heavy bars sliding shut with a mechanical groan‚ sealing us inside what was unmistakably private family land. The road narrowed. The trees thickened. The light dimmed as the canopy grew denser overhead‚ the pines towering so high on either side they blocked out most of the afternoon sun.

"They kept our eastern trade routes open last winter. We owe them at least a conversation." Blythe rested her hands on the table. "They will receive a modest ration increase. Enough to sustain, not to encourage dependency." A few murmured nods; others, tight-lipped resistance. Beta Vegas, arms crossed at Vito's right, added, "Our border scouts have also reported odd movement near the Weeping Pines—an abandoned area. There are no scent trails. No known rogue markings." Elder Marlow raised a brow. "The Weeping Pines are near the Greenhouse ruins, aren't they?"

"I know I sound crazy, but you have to believe me when I say that I have a bad feeling. I know something is wrong. I need to get to him." Adam's mother thinks again about my words. It's as if I can see her thoughts processing through the black of her eyes. "Alright," she says. "Let's go. Come on." She drives us down a road I've never been on before, and it suddenly turns to dirt. I realize it's because I've never been this north of Waindale, an area close to the mountains and blanketed by dense forest. The ground is uneven and rocky, bouncing me around in my seat. When I stare out at the trees, they seem to carry on forever, never thinning out, only becoming thicker, so close that they seem

The border of the Silver Crest territory was no longer a line of lush pines and vibrant wildflowers. It was a scar across the earth. On one side, my side, the Blackwood Ravine’s influence had bled into the soil, turning the mud into a rich, dark loam and the trees into towering sentinels of silver-barked oak. On the other side lay the wasteland Fenris had created through his own hubris—a landscape of gray dust and skeletal branches that rattled like teeth in the wind.

The mountain air grew thinner and colder as they crossed the invisible border into the Blackwood Ancestral Lands. Here, the snow wasn't just white; it was a pristine, untouched sheet that seemed to hum with an ancient, restless magic. The pines stood like silent sentinels, their branches heavy with frost, as if bowing to the man who sat in the passenger seat of the SUV.

Today though, Jason, Frankie, Will and I are going to the cemetery to visit mom as well as Jason and I walking around the neighborhood to look at the snow. Frankie and Will show up at the house around noon and we leave for the cemetery in Will's car. Jason and I are in the back seat while Frankie is in the passenger seat. As we pull into the cemetery entrance, I notice how beautiful the trees, the ground and the headstones are with their dusting of snow. We get out of Will's car to walk to mom's plot. Frankie, Will and I brought mom a pink rose each and we lay them upright against mom's headstone.

Matthias's eyes twinkled as he looked at Mason and Madison, his expression a mix of fondness and delight. I introduced Matthias to my twins, their small hands shyly reaching out to greet him. He knelt to their level, engaging them in playful banter and making them giggle with his charm. As Matthias spent time with Mason and Madison, a deep sense of joy and nostalgia filled his heart. He couldn't help but be reminded of his dear friend Jake, the twins' father, and the bond they once shared. Matthias knew that this unexpected encounter carried a profound significance—one that deserved to be shared with Jake.

The pains began at moonrise. I walked through them at first—pacing the great hall, hand trailing the stone walls my father had built, counting breaths as the Northern Pack midwives watched in silence. They had never attended a Spirit-Walker birth. They had never attended the birth of an heir to three territories. "Alpha-daughter," the senior midwife said, scarred throat working, "the pup turns. The position is... difficult." I stopped, gripping a timber beam, feeling the contraction build like a wave. "Difficult for whom?"

The venue was breathtakingly stunning, and Louisa couldn't help but gush at the scene as her mother led her down the aisle, with the Bridal March serenely playing in the background. Everything was put together perfectly, and Louisa was glad that after a long deliberation, she had settled for an outdoor garden wedding. Even the sun was shining just right, not too hot to make everyone uncomfortable, and not so down to make the setting gloomy, it was just perfect. William stood at the end of the aisle, waiting for her, his eyes shining with unshed tears and love at the sight of his daughter happily scattering flower petals for her mum to walk on. His eyes shifted to the woman in question, and t