All Chapters of W.I.L.D.: Chapter 11 - Chapter 15

Cheyenne was never a fan of secrets—especially the kind that clawed at her gut and whispered in the dark like a horror movie voice-over. After what Gunner told her, she couldn't shake the gnawing sense that they'd been tiptoeing around something for far too long.So they went back to basics.One-on-one. No distractions. No chaos. No toddlers trying to use enchanted sticks as swords.Just truth.******First: ToraThey met on the training cliffs behind the cottage she shared with Jax and the twins. Kael and Liora were off with their grandparents, giving Tora her first taste of silence in what felt like a century.She was already mid-spar with a training dummy, a blade in each hand, black curls flying behind her like a flaming war banner.“Is this gunna be a casual conversation,” she said between strikes, “or should I put my stabby things away?”“Up to you,” Cheyen

Cheyenne sat cross-legged on her bed, phone in hand, chewing her lip like it might help steady her nerves. It didn’t. She’d already tried pacing, tried fresh air, tried staring at the stars for clarity—none of it worked. The only thing left was the one person who might have answers, even if reaching out to him meant reopening wounds she wasn’t sure had healed.Charlie answered on the second ring, his familiar voice rough with sleep. “Chey? It’s midnight. Please tell me you didn’t blow up another training ground.”Despite everything, she smiled. “Not yet. Give me a week.”There was a pause, then a sigh. “Alright. What’s wrong?”She hesitated, then pushed straight in. “We’ve been putting pieces together since you left. About the attacks, the shadows Maddox saw, Serenya’s tribe… Charlie, have you ever heard of creatures that hunt guardians?”Th

The living room was unusually tense, the kind of quiet that pressed on the chest and made every movement feel louder than it should. The Guardians had gathered, each paired with their mate, forming a circle of anxious anticipation.Isolde sat close to Thorne, her fingers brushing his as she tried to anchor herself. Tora’s hand never left Jax’s, Chelsea leaned into Ben, Nalia kept one arm around Tyler, while Gunner’s gaze never left Koa, who paced near the center, a low hum of energy rolling off her wolf form. At the edge of the room, Serenya lingered, her posture stiff, as if she was trying to shrink into herself despite being far too tall and striking to do so successfully.Koa paused, lifting her head so that her green eyes, bright with the moon’s glow, swept over everyone. “I bring a message from the gods,” she said, her voice carrying the weight of the Goddess realm. “They have spoken. We are not facing this alone. Each of