Where We Left Off Novels & Stories

“That’s it. End of an era.” “End of late-night cramming sessions and early morning drama,” Delona added with a smirk. I sighed, looking around one last time. “End of this chapter. Time to see what’s next.” The three of us grabbed our bags and wheeled them out into the hallway. The sound of the wheels on the tile floor echoed loudly, a reminder that we were leaving this place behind. Outside, the guys were waiting for us. Troy leaned casually against a tree, his alpha aura as commanding as ever. Darius stood beside him, looking every bit the picture-perfect mate as Hazel had described.

Together, we had created a haven of peace, a sanctuary where simplicity and love reigned supreme—a legacy that would live on, inspiring generations to come. As the moon cast its gentle glow over the island, we took one last look at the beach where our journey had begun, grateful for the twists and turns that had led us here. And hand in hand, we walked toward our cottage, ready to embrace the infinite possibilities that awaited us on this island of love, serenity, and endless hope.

That was how we spoke about distance—not as something that would break what we had, but as something we would manage. The last few days of the week passed faster than I expected. Ethan tried to pretend everything was normal, though his energy felt slightly forced at times. Leah remained steady, but I could tell she was paying attention to everything, storing it quietly. On the final evening, the three of us sat together again in our usual place. No one mentioned that it was the last time. We talked about small things, about nothing important, and somehow that made it more meaningful. When it was time to leave, Ethan stood up first.

Always business. I turned to leave, then paused at the door. “Adrian?” He looked up from his desk. For one reckless second, I considered asking him outright. About the hospital. About Sophia. About whether our marriage had ever been more than a convenient contract to him. Instead, I said, “Goodnight.” He returned to his papers. “Goodnight, Evelyn.” The drive home was a blur. Back in the empty estate, I sat at the kitchen island again, staring at the untouched breakfast plate from that morning. The berries had begun to wilt.

"Please take care of yourself, Luna Yara. I'll see myself out." After speaking, he turned away and started walking toward the door. When I was sure he was completely gone, I swiped at the tears on my cheeks and turned to Beth with a big grin playing on my face. Beth was grinning too! "It's finally over." I whispered and laid my head on her shoulder. "Yes." She whispered back, laying her head on mine. "It really is." We used the next one week after that to plan our next move and after much back and forth, we finally decided that it was high time we left the Wolf Clan's territory.

Leaving the Temple of Lang Dui was heart-rending, but as Jasper and I embarked on the third leg of our quest, we were both a little different than we’d been yesterday. The walk back to the village was silent, with neither of us willing or knowing how to bring up the events of the past twenty-four hours, we still weren’t certain where our clue would lead us, but I was certain we were headed in the right direction. “Where to from here?” Jasper asked when we sat down at a pub and grill for lunch.

“Some were scared. Others stood by them. But eventually people started showing up dead, and nothing could be traced back to the Assembly, so there was nothing we could do.” Those bastards. “So what do we do now?” “We leave, regroup, then plan our attack.” I nod slowly, even though it still feels unreal. I put my last few items in the bag and zip it up. “Alright, I'm ready.” Kade nods, and we turn to leave the cabin. It feels strange knowing we won't be coming back here. I mean, it's not like we really had one place we stayed, but we were always together. It felt like we were developing a routine.

She said sighing and left. “Let’s go.” I said to Adrian. And we left the hospital as well. Cheers to new beginning.

"Where do we go?" "We go to the finish line," Cale said. "The mansion?" "No," Cale said. "The mansion is burned. Figuratively." "Then where?" Cale looked out the window at the busy street. "Timeline 1," Cale whispered. "What?" "We are on 57th Street," Cale said. "The origin. The place where you died." "Yeah." "We need to close the loop," Cale said. "We need to go to the corner. And we need to cross the street."

And I meant it when I said, “We won’t forget.” Later, as we walked back to our room, the cool night air brushing our skin, Anna leaned her head on my shoulder. “We’re really leaving,” she said. “Yeah,” I murmured. “But we’re not running anymore.” Tomorrow, we’d fly home. To New Zealand. ANNA POV. The sun broke gently over the hills of Tuscany, painting golden streaks across the windows as if the estate itself was trying to hold us back, begging for one more moment.