Christopher Robinson

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  • by Christopher Robinson The territory held by the Broken Crag was one of the largest of all the lesser packs. Though, it was primarily mountainous and considered uninhabitable. To reach the settlement, one would need to climb through treacherous caverns and up the mountainside. At which point, they would need to repel into the canyon below and cross a river to the large rocky island that supported the almost two hundred wolves that lived there. That is unless you were a guest of Broken Crag, in which case, you would be escorted…
  • by Christopher Robinson “Is that why you don’t like me, Axel?” Caleb asked, crossing his arms over his chest. “Because you think I lie?” “I don’t think you lie. I know you lie,” Axel replied. “So does my dad, and so do the other Alphas.” “You’re an Alpha now, too,” Caleb chuckled. “Wasn’t my choice,” Axel said. “Wasn’t mine either,” Caleb replied coldly. They locked eyes. Axel felt the hostility coming off Caleb. “That anger you feel right now towards my family. Are you surprised I…
  • by Christopher Robinson “What did you find out?” Caleb asked as Axel entered the room. They had agreed to meet in one of the old scout shelters in the forests to the northeast of Summer. It was a neutral territory between lesser packs. “It was Shadowcrest,” Axel sighed. Dropping his bag on the ground. “They were one of the ones reported by your scout. Saul checked. There was another body pit, with fewer dead than before but no children. So it seems likely they were the other pack with Whiteridge.” Caleb…
  • by Christopher Robinson The dawn light hadn’t even crossed the sky. The three of them walked silently through the trees of the northeastern border, careful to avoid the patrols. “Here,” Caleb whispered, pulling on Ashleigh’s hand before she could go any further. Ashleigh stopped, looking back at him woefully. Caleb looked back at Galen. “I’ll keep an eye out,” Galen said softly before turning and giving them some privacy. A soft smile spread over Caleb’s mouth. He reached a hand to Ashleigh’s…
  • by Christopher Robinson “So… what does it feel like?” “What?” “Forgetting.” “You’re a little slow, aren’t you?” Granger growled. “I’m so sorry to offend you,” she replied in her sweetest voice. “But it’s in the word, isn’t it? Forgetting… how can I remember what I have already forgotten.” Granger sighed. “The guy in the lab said you were different. That you remember it all when you wake up.” “Yes, I remember it all until I don’t. This is the ‘don’t’ part, isn’t it?”…
  • by Christopher Robinson “Ashleigh,” Caleb said, gently placing his hands on her shoulders. “Today is about us spending time together.” “We are still spending time together while you tell me what is going on,” she replied. Caleb looked at her tenderly. “I forced my mother to cancel today’s episode of whatever has been going on between the two of you the past two weeks so I could have this time with you,” he said. “I have to leave tomorrow; I am not sure how long I will be gone or how often we can…
  • by Christopher Robinson A knock at the door drew Ashleigh’s attention away from Bell’s comment. “Just a sec, Bell, someone’s at the door.” Opening the door, she was surprised to see Galen standing on the other side. “Good morning, Ashleigh,” he smiled. “Galen,” she returned the smile, “nice to see you too.” “Galen?” Bell called through the phone. “Is that my sexy husband at your door?” “It is your husband, yes,” Ashleigh laughed into the phone. Galen’s eye lit up, and Ashleigh could…
  • by Christopher Robinson Two more failed attempts and a headache that wasn’t going away. Ashleigh was tired. It had now been two full weeks of losses at Fiona’s game. With a new wolf added to the roster every day, Ashleigh was bruised and sore. The hit to her confidence was no joke either. Taking a break for one day hadn’t been enough, especially when she couldn’t even spend it with Caleb after getting sick. But she would never tell Fiona that. In fact, she was pretty sure that Fiona had gotten more aggressive after…
  • by Christopher Robinson Drip, drip, drip. The sound echoed in the dark. Drip, drip, drip. A dark liquid slipped between the cracks of the grimy window, falling in loud drips to the craggy dirt-covered stone of the ground below her. The cracks were getting more significant. Every time Alice got the treatment, they grew a little more. She wondered how long it would be before the window shattered. What would happen then? She lay in the center of the dark cave. Her body was worn down. Exhausted from the effort to keep her mind…
  • by Christopher Robinson “You’ve been home for an hour. So how did you already get me into a meeting I don’t know about,” Caleb laughed as Galen led him down the long hallway. “What is this about anyway?” “You’ll know once we get inside,” Galen answered evasively. Caleb stopped, lifting his brow; he eyed Galen with suspicion. “Galen…” “Caleb…” Caleb growled. Galen sighed in response. He stepped back close to Caleb. “Trust me,” he said quietly. “The person you are meeting with didn’t…
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