บททั้งหมดของ W.I.L.D.: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

The first light of dawn stretched over the fortress like a soft golden brush, spilling across scorched stone and scattered debris. The air felt different—lighter, freer—as if the very world had been holding its breath through the long, dark night and was finally exhaling. Even the wind seemed to dance with relief, carrying the scent of fresh earth, melting snow, and distant wildflowers.From the forested hills and rolling plains, faint stirrings began. Birds lifted into the sky in irregular flocks, their calls sharp and jubilant, a chorus of natural applause. Wolves lifted their heads, ears twitching, noses sniffing the shifting air. Somewhere, a fox dashed through underbrush, pausing mid-leap to sniff the breeze that carried hints of freedom. It was subtle at first, almost imperceptible, but gradually, the world began to awaken.And then, the lost horse tribes appeared. Hidden for centuries beneath the shadowed veil the master of evil had cast over the lan

Over the last few days, everybody had been celebrating Serenya’s return home. The Guardians had been telling stories, to those that wanted to listen, of their battles. Chelsea was showing the kids “magic tricks” causing some fits of laughter. While Serenya was happy to be home, there was still something missing.The sun was beginning to dip behind the western hills, painting the tribe’s lands in hues of gold and amber. The once-quiet valley was now alive with the rhythmic pounding of hooves. Horse shifters, more than she had ever seen at once, were arriving everyday, each one moving with a confident, graceful stride. Serenya’s heart thumped in her chest—not just from the energy of the arriving herd but from the gnawing feeling she knew so well: her mate was here.Cheyenne and Tora were lounging near the edge of the encampment, leaning against a split-rail fence, casually observing the arriving some of the horses.“Bet yo

Two weeks wasn’t long in the grand scheme of things. But as the gates of Blood Moon came into sight, it felt like a lifetime.This time there were no war cries or desperate cheers, only the steady hum of relief. Familiar faces peeked out from windows, children ran ahead barefoot, and warriors lined the entrance with tired but grateful smiles.“They act like we’ve been gone for months,” Tora muttered, stretching her arms overhead with a groan. “Pretty sure I forgot what my own bed looks like.”Cheyenne smirked. “You would miss the bed before the people.”“Wrong,” Jax said, sliding his arm around Tora’s waist as they walked. “She missed me the most.”“Eh…” Tora squinted up at him like she was honestly debating it. “The bed’s at least tied for first.”That earned her a playful swat on the hip, but she only grinned wider.

Darkness pressed in from all sides, so thick it felt alive. Cheyenne couldn’t see her own hands, though she was certain she was reaching forward, groping through the void. Her breaths came shallow, every inhale heavy with the copper tang of blood and smoke.Where am I?The question formed in her head, but no sound left her lips. The silence was absolute—until it wasn’t.A low, dragging sound scraped across the ground, like claws raking stone. Then another. Closer.Green light flickered at the edge of her vision. Not warm, not like Koa’s steady glow—it was sickly, wrong, pulsing like a heartbeat that didn’t belong to her.“Alida…”The voice slithered across her skin, ancient and hungry. Not the Master—they had ended him. This was deeper, older. The syllables carried weight, like bones grinding together.Her pulse thundered as shapes began to emerge from the dark. Sto

The morning sun stretched across the treetops like liquid gold, dripping warmth over the pack lands. Cheyenne inhaled deeply, the scents of pine, earth, and her people grounding her as she stood at the edge of the clearing. Her heart fluttered—not from nerves, but from a fierce, steady pride. Today wasn’t about war or survival. It was about planting seeds.Wolves—dozens of them, some no older than fifteen, others already brushing adulthood—filtered into the open field, voices buzzing like bees. Excitement and nerves danced together in the air. Pups wrestled until their mothers nudged them back in line. The older ones tried to look serious, shoulders squared, jaws tight, as if pretending maturity could hide their anticipation.Beside her, Gunner folded his arms, looking every inch the commanding King Alpha. Yet when she glanced up at him, she caught the curve of his smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He was just as proud as she was, thoug