Willow Peak Novels & Stories

We take the Willow Creek turn like we always do and see if they follow us onto a road that has no reason for anyone but us to be on it. Sloane felt her hands go tight in her lap. She said: and if they do follow. He said: then we know for certain, and we handle it somewhere I choose instead of somewhere they choose. The turn came up fast in the dark, an unmarked gravel split that only locals and the Iron Vow ever used, cutting through private timber land toward the back approach to Crestone Falls. Colt took it clean and easy, no sudden brake lights, nothing that would read as evasive to anyone who did not already know this road existed.

“Showing your mate from out of town around.” “If you don’t shut the fuck up I won’t let you shift and see Jamie for an entire week,” I say, and he whimpers and calms down. I can see Willow from a distance, engaged in light conversation with some of the human tourists. She’s radiant, drawing them in effortlessly. Her hazel eyes seem to glimmer under the fading light, full of excitement and curiosity.

The forest drops behind them, cut-off by the edge of a cliff. "Where are we?" I ask my father. "Demigod," the older man breathes, mystified. My brow furrows and my father says, "We will be going into the mountains," ignoring my question. "Our followers are waiting for us." Rogue wolves—our followers. My eyes trail outward, toward the North, and there standing before us is a range of mountains. I can't help but believe it is the mountain range far away north of Waindale. If I'm right, then I am much closer to home than I expected to be—much closer to Adam.

If I’d expected my “fresh start” to come wrapped in lace curtains and sunlight, I should’ve known better. The first thing I saw when I arrived in Willow Creek was a sign that read: > POPULATION: 1,204 (and probably dropping) It leaned sideways, nailed to a post that looked ready to give up on life. Behind it, the countryside stretched in waves of fog and wet trees, the kind of endless green that looked peaceful in photos and terrifying in person.

Never had I dreamed that it would come to this. Willow wants to give herself up to save Jessica and to help Xander. She also thinks she is hiding it from me. What she doesn’t realize is that Harmony communicates with Ghost the way that I wish she would communicate with me. I will not let her sacrifice herself. I don’t know how we will get out of this mess yet, but I will stop at nothing to keep her by my side. I have to find a way to keep her from making that mistake and to save Jessica or I risk losing them both.

"If something happens to you alone, Kael will eat me alive. Besides, I'm curious about this Ancient Willow. As they say, two wolves are always better than one." Eva rolled her eyes but didn't object. Truth be told, she didn't want to go alone either. A short while later, the Ancient Willow appeared at the mountain peak, standing tall in the valley that was slowly bidding farewell to winter, surrounded by melting snow. The massive hollow in its trunk was dark and silent. But the moment you stepped inside, it opened the door to another world.

Willow grabbed her heavy coat and hurried toward the door. “Keep your senses sharp and call me when you’re safe!” Blair called out as the heavy door of the Grant House swung shut. Willow navigated the nearly deserted streets, her eyes constantly flicking between the road and the GPS on her dashboard. She had never heard of Dakota’s Den, and the tracker placed it deep within the Northern Avenue district.

Chapter 12. *.*. Willow started riding on the lonely lane that led to Crowville's Spring. She got amazed when she noticed that there was no settlement there as the place was filled with shrubs and trees. When she had ridden for close to an hour, she heard the sound of the spring as it was flowing. She continued riding until she saw the spring. She stopped the bicycle and packed it close to a fallen tree as she could no longer ride her bicycle on the path she saw, as it was filled with pebbles and little rocks.

Willow had never met him, but Marcus told her he was a formidable force and to show him the same respect she afforded him. Although it was late winter in Virginia, Willow dressed in a short black skirt, thigh-high nylons, and a Catarina red top that V to her navel and the dimples along her lower back. The opening showed a partial scar over her left shoulder. Her legs were long and well-muscled from the hours of running she did both as a human and a wolf. Her long brown hair was loose over her body. She was already tall at 5’11”, but her three-inch stiletto put her just over 6’3”.

She said, and I stood up immediately. There were Lycans at the border. How can Willow be so careless? I became apprehensive and scared. "Luis," I linked my gamma. "Christopher," he replied. "Willow is missing," I said, stepping out and heading towards the woods. "Where are you?" Luis said urgently, and I linked Leeana to ask what part of the forest Willow was in. "Western side, the clearing where the pine trees are," She said, and I rushed towards the west. I informed Luis to meet me there.