All Chapters of The Wild Between Us: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

She felt his lips on hers, they were warm and soft.It was so sudden, but it burned like fire when he pressed against her lips, his mouth was catching her breath before she could even think. Irvine had never felt anything like it before; it was raw, soft, demanding, and pulling her into a wave she didn’t understand. The way his hands gripped her waist, they were strong and sure, and her body?? It betrayed her with the way it leaned closer, hungry for more.And the world around her became blurry.She could not remember how she got here whether she had wandered drunk into this dark street after sunset, or maybe she had slipped into some weird fever dream. But none of that mattered now, the only reality was his mouth moved against hers, the firm affirmation of his lips, and mostly the way every nerve in her body came alive under his touch.Her father’s voice kept rising in the back of her mind, it was sharp and persistent: Never trust the unknown and never surrender to them.But Irvine was

This wasn't her first hunt but it felt different.But it made her stomach wobble. So she turned away, as she felt the vomit rising in her throat, the image of the dying wolf had seared into her mind now: the movement of the arrow into the wolf, the blood, the dimming of sad and the way the old eyes shut close.And finally the wolf had turned, which had never happened before. It turned into an elderly woman before it died.Garrick stood over the body of the wolf that had now turned into the body, and with a lot of satisfaction across his face he said. “And that is how you win,” he said coldly. “Mercy has no place in this world, that my dear js what you should always remember.”Irvine pressed a fist to her mouth, fighting back the urge to puke.Meanwhile the both of them weren't the only ones in the forest that morning.*****Jeweled had smelt them even before he saw them.The two riders. One of them smelt fully human not just that he smelt of power and hunger. While the other one smell

The evening had fallen quiet, the way only late summer nights could be, when the air still carried warmth but the shadows grew long and deep. Irvine pulled her cloak tighter around her shoulders, though she wasn’t cold. If anything, she still felt restless, it was the kind of restlessness that wouldn’t let her sit still in her room, not even after she’d tried to read, tried to lie down, or tried to pretend so sleep might come.Her father’s voice still echoed in her head from the day before my dove, my legacy, my pride. It should have filled her with a sense of belonging. Instead, it wrapped around her like a rope against her neck. What was worse than his words were the wolf’s eyes, the ones that had stared at her as life slipped from its body.She'd been killed before on hunts, but this had been different. Perhaps it was the way the wolf had looked at her like it saw through her. Like it knew something she didn’t.She rubbed her arms, shaking off the thought. She had sat in the living