What The River Knows Kindle Novels & Stories

"Uhm sometimes, the Alpha overworks us." "I don't think i like our Alpha very much," Ro huffed. "No, i mean i overwork myself too much. Appreciate the alpha, he's a great person," he said quickly, making Ro look at him skeptically. "So you found the river at the library?" he continued speaking. "I read about it there. The river is the only place that comes from the Artemis waterfalls. I heard that place is beautiful," Ro sighed. "It is," he replied absentmindedly. "Hmm how do you know?"

After a few hours they finally arrive to the river with bloody red water. “Why did we stop?” Flora asks as the creatures stop and turn their head to look at their rider. “I think they want us to rest here for a while. They have been running for hours in their fastest speed. We should let them rest and regain our strength. How- How is your magic doing?” Lana said sliding down from the white mystical creature’s back. “It is slowly returning.” The others said while Vlash just remained silent. When everyone is standing on the ground the creatures walk towards the river and they drink to the water of the falls with bloody red water that looks so ominous. After they drink all of the creature growl

Izzy shouts. Bernice says “Don’t tell me we’re talking about…… “The public library” they both shout it out. “You know the motto gurl. Izzy hits Bernice. Say it with me, say it with me pleassssseeeee……pretty pleasssssseeeee” “In the library, we read and find handsome guys”. They recited. “Off we go”. Izzy makes the “Dora the explorer” jump down the last two stairs. As they went on their way, they talked about a lot of things about home, new fashion wears, school, Mom coming to surprise her precious daughter…… and gossip too.

There was time for that; I just had to learn to be patient. Finally, I think her wolf was slightly tired and slowed. I know my wolf was. Her wolf cuddled up next to mine as we basked in the moonlight. I could hear the river flowing close by. We were called the Lost River pack for a reason, the river flows underground, and nobody knows where it flows out. It was one of the many mysteries of this land.

River whispers, turning her back to Tatum, who I stare at with longing. “Yeah.” I mutter. “But she can never know.” “She has a right to choose.” River says, looking over her shoulder, then up at me. “She deserves to know.” “I’m not a choice.” I say, grabbing a plate and loading my food up. River watches me with sad eyes, so I stop and look at her. “It’s an impossibility.” She scoffs. “That’s what everyone says about the Ghost Wolves. Yet, I’ve seen them. Impossible is just what people say when they haven’t found a way yet. So find a fucking way.”

Klaus would think I stay there only for the pup. I went to the river for the first time since Jackson took me. I was nervous, and I sniffed the air, but there was nothing that smelled of danger around. Shift back and threw myself into the river. The water was cold, and I swam up and down until my muscles ached. I went back home and got a sandwich from the kitchen. I didn't feel like having lunch. I went to the bedroom and looked for an e-book to read on my new tablet. I chose “My Best Friend & I,” a short erotic story by A.P. Morgan that would take me all afternoon to read.

Did she know something? When Aubrey noticed River’s confused frown, she smiled and said, "River, I'm a werewolf, I'm not stupid. I hear your heart thumping fast. I heard you gulping. And, I smell your anxiety. So, whenever you want to talk about what might have happened, I'm always here." Before River could give a response, a cell guard approached their cell and unlocked the gate, flinging it open. "You," he pointed to River. "Come out, the Alpha demands your presence."

But when I’m back here—in charge—everything quiets. The noise fades. And it all makes sense again. Peaceful. Right. I keep a notebook. Filled with River’s life. His movements. His habits. What time he wakes up. Where he goes. What he eats. What he listens to. Who he stares at when he thinks no one’s looking. I write it all down. Sometimes I draw him. Mostly broken. Crying. Terrified. That’s how I know I’m doing it right. That’s how I know it’s working.

It was soft and hoarse but real. “Kael.” It was small. Barely above a whisper. But it was my name. I turned so fast my head spun. There... standing by the doorway, one hand on the frame for balance... was River. His hair was a mess, his skin pale but flushed at the edges, a white bandage wrapped around his head. His bare feet were steady against the floor, but his eyes... those damn violet eyes... were open, alive, and staring right at him. For a moment, I couldn’t move. Couldn’t think. My chest felt too tight, my throat too full.

Late afternoon light had gone flat and grey over the white ground. He didn't turn when I came in. But he knew I was there. "He'll talk about that anglerfish for weeks," he said. "It's earned," I said. "It genuinely is a remarkable animal." A small silence. "Thank you," Julien said. "For the anglerfish?" "For listening to him." He turned then, just slightly, enough that I could see his profile against the window light. "He doesn't always have people who listen the way you do."