All Chapters of Untamed: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

They journeyed for hours under a clouded sky. With each step into the forest, the surroundings grew more unfamiliar – ancient trees formed a strong thread around each other like the ribs of great fallen creatures, and the air filled with scent of ash. Lydia followed Thoren quietly, her reactions caught in a tug of war between tiredness and secret interest. “Where are we headed?” She finally inquired. Thoren kept walking, looking neither to the side or back. “To a place where the council never dares to come to. A safe place where wolves like you stand tall.” His answer left her feeling more uncomfortable than reassured. As they continued, she began to notice an unclear rhythm under her feet, on the ground, a heartbeat beating through the earth, as if the very forest was sensitive to their presence. When they p

Days faded into another day in the Den. Time felt not too regular here – just the constant murmur of whispers, scrapping of blades, the strange melodies rogues sang when the moon was up high in the sky.Every morning, Lydia trains under the supervision of Thoren. The exercise from the training stretches so much of her muscle, and challenges both her body and mind. At night, she gets herself deeply involved in the magical symbols carved into the ancient stone, each giving a soft shine with silver-like light that seems to be acting beneath her skin.“You're battling yourself,” Thoren said one evening as he moved around her during a practice session. “You're always trying to restrict your wolf, just let it out.”She reversed suddenly, her breath coming out properly. “Everytime I release it someone gets hurt.”Thoren caught her wrist in the middle of the move, with his eyes shining brightly. “And every time you hold back you end up hurting yourself.” He gradually let go of her hand. Your

The night felt uneasy. The wind blew violently, the tree outside shook as if the earth itself feared what was coming ahead.Lydia sat on the floor of her room, with a candle light lit in front of her. She stared at her wrist; the markings on her wrist like a delicate silver-like vein beat gently, in harmony with her heart beat. They had become visible after her last encounter with Kyle just after his sudden silence.She placed her finger against the close shine of the markings. It felt too warm.After the tense meeting at the council hall, a lot changed. The air felt thick, and the whispers around her turned even sharper. Sometimes she could sense the moon, not through words spoken, but in a beating like a repeated sound beneath her skin.She had tried many times to dismiss it, but this night the pull was undeniable.“When one hides, the bond weakens.” the voice in her dream had warned. “Uncover what was sealed, or be overwhelmed by your true self.” Lydia let out an anxious breath. S

The dream returned, just as it always did— covered in a silver solid like particle, the restless howls of wolves echoing, and there was a metallic taste that remained on her tongue. But tonight, everything felt more clearer, it was more intense, it was too real to simply be a fantasy of her imagination.Lydia found herself standing on the surface of a rock, with a very darkened moon hanging above her. Under her was a very large, stretched out land that unfolded, filled with fire and destruction. It was once a lively stronghold, now it has been reduced to scattered bones and burnt up trees. The air was thick with the smell of blood, and the small remaining portion of immense power was remaining, refusing to fade.From the distance, shadowy figures immersed in silver light clashed with warriors bearing the council's symbol, the same crest that identified Kyle’s pack.In the middle of the circulating smoke, a voice quietly called out.“Do you understand, daughter of the fallen? This is w

The rain poured heavily that night. The forest, still heated up from Lydia's light, giving off some atmosphere under the rain. Kyle hurried through the trees, half-supporting, half-dragging her along. Her skin felt feverish, and her breathing was shallow, it was a challenge for her each time she wants to take in air. “Stay with me,” he whispered, his voice was like he was struggling to speak. “Don’t you dare slip away now.” Her head rested heavily on his shoulder, silver veins faintly giving off its light beneath her skin. Even in unconsciousness, she radiated power, the air around her changed it's form, curving towards her as if gravity controlled it. At last, Kyle arrived at the old watchpost on the northern ridge, that has been deserted for long, overtaken by vines and shadows. He kicked the door open, laid her on the wooden floor, and stoop down beside her. The aroma