White Winter (The Black Year Series Book 2) - Plot & Excerpts
He could smell fertile soil, moss, hear the crackle of beasts moving through the underbrush, the rustle of branches in the wind, and all was well with the world. He knew he was in the woods of King’s Point in the late summer, though he’d never seen them during that time of year. He could see why the Macreadys loved it; it was the perfect place to raise a pack. If he closed his eyes, he could hear Mitchell’s Creek, and footsteps. “Hi, Sam,” Jonas said. His alter ego stepped out of the shade, an older version of himself. It was always a bit weird to see his dad’s mannerisms, his mom’s eyes and grace, and yet know one day that would be him. And I’ll be buff, he thought, seeing Sam had packed on some muscle. He wondered how accurate the image was. “Good afternoon, sir. Enjoying nature?” “I could get used to it here,” Jonas said, feeling the tension leach out of him. “How are things?” “Progressing. I’ve taken control of several key aspects of motor control and memory.
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