What Direction Is The Wind Blowing Today Novels & Stories

The sharp mountain air carried the rich, damp scent of pine and evening dew, a clean, intoxicating reminder of the world they had chosen. Footsteps sounded on the floorboards behind him, and a moment later, the heavy warmth of Jaxson settled over him. The captain didn't say a word. He simply lowered his massive frame onto the step beside Liam, sliding an arm around the skater's shoulders to pull him flush against his chest, anchoring him against the chill of the gathering night. "The wind is shifting," Jaxson murmured softly, his deep voice vibrating right through Liam’s ribs. "Coming around from the east. It's going to drop the temperature another ten degrees before midnight."

Now standing in the distance, the sun rose to morning. A feeling of nothing but despair dawned through me, jaw gritting at the thought of where my mate could be, knowing they wouldn’t be foolish enough to hurt her. The wind blew gently by, when I caught it again, this time fainter, less powerful and different but still there, an essence of Kaya, coming from the east.

"Sent word yesterday that they've been fighting brush fires for a week. The whole ridge behind his farm went up two nights ago." "How far is three valleys?" I asked. "On a good day, half a day's ride." She set the pail down and wiped her hands on her apron. "On a day with no wind, those fires stay put. On a day with wind..." She didn't finish the sentence. She didn't need to. The wind picked up that afternoon and it was hot and dry and it blew from the west and carried a smell that Maren stood on the porch and sniffed at with her face turned into it.

If i didn’t get it now, I am sure my heart will rip into pieces. ‘There is hidden. I can’t wait anymore.’ My wolf eagerly howled, mentioning it while speeding up toward the ranges, as they were the fate of both of us. I was approaching those arrogant mountain ranges to see myself what they have to challenge me with? The entire forest went cold, abruptly dropping its temperature drastically along with the changing direction of wind flow, making me confused about the weather. Even though it was winter, still temperature has never dropped this low before nor wind flows west to east in this season.

Or maybe it's just dark clouds. In any case, I still opened the windows to feel the air outside. There was a gust of wind and it was strong, the leaves and the branches of the trees were swaying back and forth, not dancing anymore but more like fighting the strong wind blowing outside. The birds cannot be heard anywhere, or anymore. The wind was masking their song—if they are singing right now. Another gust of strong wind made the windows almost clang to each other and brake, if not for me stopping them, glasses might have rained on me now. Better to close the windows now I guess. And it's really going to rain heavily today.

“I hear the clock tower striking. “Maddy, if you’re looking for me, just come over.” The new season had arrived. I felt it was about time I had a new start in life.

When I looked toward the ridges, the sky there seemed darker, even though the sun was bright. “Something wrong?” Ryker asked, noticing the way I stared. I shook my head. “No. Just thinking.” “About what?” “The south,” I said quietly. “The wind feels different today.” He came to stand beside me, following my gaze. “Storm season’s coming. It’s nothing.” “Maybe,” I said. But the feeling stayed.

We worked as quietly as possible throughout all this. After a moment of silence and a last look about the clearing, I turned to lead our group back to camp. I was about to give the order when the wind, previously non-existent, suddenly picked up. It blew in from the west, from which direction the sun now hung about a third of the way down from in the sky.

Leticia, however, asked her husband, “Darling, can you tell me what direction the wind is blowing in? How has it managed to suddenly bring Mr. Dylan York to our doorstep?” Her words were laced with sarcasm. Dylan kept smiling. “The wind is blowing in from the north today, Mrs. Doyle.” It was a biting cold north wind, freezing to the bone.

Abby blinks up at the ceiling like the owner of the dry, monotone female voice who’s been haunting us since undergrad is hanging from the rafters. “Winds of 100 miles an hour expected until Saturday at 6:00 P.M.,” she drones on. “Great,” I whisper, clutching the basket a little closer. “Our windows are going to be flexing and popping all night.” “With a high temperature of negative sixty and wind chills of negative 90.” “I’ve made up my mind,” Abby rushes out, laughing nervously. “I’m going into industry.” “Will the ice labs be closed tomorrow, too?”