Willow Owl House Novels & Stories

They were happy to get our large number of warriors and strong blood lines. This merger would help all of us out and Willow and I couldn't be happier. Not only were we going to be able to build a future together, we were helping both our packs become stronger and happier. Three months before moving, Willow and I broke ground for the new pack house. It was going to be bigger and brighter than the former one. Willow helped design it and it was a pretty yet practical building. It was finished two months later and it was a thing of beauty. We also built a new medical building and quite a few family homes. I also had something special built just for us.

It felt cold and closed in. "What about my car?" Willow finally broke the silence. "It'll be taken to the pack house," Japh replied. "We are here" Willow eagerly looked out the window and her jaw dropped when she saw the huge iron gates. "Cool" She said when the car rolled in. Finally, she'll make wolf friends and live in the same house as Jordan. He will train her and everything will be perfect in her life. She stepped out the moment Jordan did. Star walked to them.

I wasn't sure Stephanie could remain safe with Willow for long. It was only a matter of time before Willow would turn on her. After what feels like ages, we finally pull up to a huge two-story house. Thick vines clung to the walls, and a palpable energy radiated from the building. The place had a very strong aura. It must be steeped in powerful supernatural history. ALPHA XI DELTA is painted in black letters on the massive house. It looks like something from a movie.

The new Lou - the girl formerly known as Lou - needs to keep her mind out of the gutter and her hands to herself. "I'm fine," I tell him, not even daring to look him in the eyes again. And then I take off down the hall before I have the chance to change my mind. I find Room 253 at the very end of the corridor, and when I spot the door, my heart gives a little jump in my chest. It's the room my family and I used to call the Willow Room. From the window on a clear day you can see all the way down to the stream on the northeast corner of our property. On the northern bank of the stream is a giant weeping willow with branches so long that they trail in the water below. Father used to call it Gra

Magnolia Henry or Hendrix, I’m not sure who is in control right now, stays quiet as we walk to the Willow pack’s main house. This pack is much smaller, they need the alliance with us more than we need it with them. But even if they are small, they’re still good. The pack house is like a two story building. I know from being here last time that they only have on guest room here. They aren’t used to having guests, they haven’t had a need for more space. The Willow Pack is decently secluded and poses no threat to anyone.

“That would make me feel better.” I didn’t plan to contact Willow at all. She needs her own space too, and me getting up her ass every time she’s not home will only lead to resentment in the long run…but Glenn just lost a mate, and he’ll still be paranoid about losing Tully too. “Willow?” “Yes?” “Where are you?” “South wing with the architect.” “Really?” I ask, surprised. “I didn’t know you had a meeting with an architect.” “I thought you set it up.”

He tried to make out the figures but it was blurry, from the weather it had been exposed, and yet he could see the willow tree inside, it hadn’t been as big as now but judging from the photo the cabin had been built around it. Ceberus heard a wooden creak, he went outside the room slightly glancing at the room across, a dusted, neat bedroom, it had looked unused. Cautiously he went towards the noise from the living room, his eyes subconsciously morphing to its Lycan form, his hands turning into claws, he felt a small predator, it growled. Coming besides the tree he noticed at the far corner a small nest, a female wolf growling at him, three little pups beneath their mother barely minding the

Willow gasped at how beautiful the area was. “It’s perfect! We can build a house right by the tree.” Willow told him. She wondered how the hell they would build a house with only the two of them. Then she thought she might use her magic to help. She stepped away from Falling Feather to speak to the goddess. Willow chanted to the goddess for help in finding a new home. Then the wind picked up slightly, and she moved her hands; the surrounding trees started to creak, then move. She heard Falling Feather say something, but she ignored him for the time being. The goddess wanted her to have this home. When she stepped back, a small house stood beside the willow tree.

Han Tate drives us to the place Ash found as Willow slowly comes back to herself. “Where are we now?” She asks. “On our way to a safe house. We have a lot to talk about, and by talk, I mean we will listen as you explain.” Tate says firmly. Willow gives out a sound of resignation. “Yeah I guess there isn’t much I can hide now. You guys saw what happened.” “What was that?” Ash blurts out.