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But Mom nodded slowly, clearly knowing what I was thinking. "I have no other choice. And neither do you." She looked away before pinning me with her gaze. "The full force of the storm will hit here, in Wilding Springs. Everywhere else should be safe. For a while." "But not for long." I knew the stories about the Wild, the natural disaster designed to destroy the world when it was time to end, a magical cleansing so nature and the Sidhe could start again. Nothing would remain, no sign of civilization or that we had ever been on earth. There would be nowhere to run or hide, not for me, not for Meira and Sassy.

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Wild Addiction volume 2. I never knew true addiction until I met her. I never truly understood what it is to crave, mind, body, and soul—until nothing mattered but fulfilling that craving. Until the only thing that mattered was easing the hollow space inside me. It was there whenever we’re apart. Like a dark hole, it lingered, intensifying until my mind was full of dark spots. Until my mind was full of easy curves, bare before me. Until my desires reflected her, bending at the waist, her pert, little arse in the air, colored red by my palm, the outline of my fingers visible against her pale skin.

what was happening to me. He then called me over to a couch and we sat there, it was a minute of silence until he decided to break it by saying, “so you white furred huh?” All I said was and yes, and he said, “you know white fur werewolves are very rare, even rarer than the golden furred ones” okay that was something I didn’t know. There was silence again until Preston said, “can I take you somewhere?” I nodded and he brought me out of the warehouse, only to lead me to this beautiful lake and by the it was dawn and there were this beautiful flock of swans and flamingos and couple of ducks, it was an incredible view.

Amid the crisp sound of glasses colliding, I took a sip of the cold beer. The chill slid down my throat, but somehow, it warmed my heart. The road ahead was long, yet there was no reason to look back. Somewhere out there, beyond the horizon, an open wilderness was still waiting for me.

We never went back to normal, and honestly, none of us wanted to. That wild night changed us all. Some secrets don’t destroy you, they open doors you never knew existed. The End

“It doesn’t, child. Forever means we keep choosing.” Tare kicked dust. “But I’m tired of other people’s pain. I want my own sky.” That night, his moon pulsed red. Not from choice. From anger. He ran. Out of the Circle city. Past the buried stones that said *CHOOSE*. Past the gardens. Into the Wildlands where no wolves had gone in 500 years. The Wildlands were forbidden. Not by law. By memory. This was where the last temple of “one moon” crumbled. Where wolves once lived without choice.

“Living indoors for months has been bad for you. You need to get back in touch with your wild sides.” “I don’t have a wild side,” Wilder says. “I was always civilized.” “Eat your rabbit,” Lyra tells him. I’m already sucking the meat from the bones of mine. “I’m going to go look for this river,” I say, getting to my feet. “Don’t be gone too long,” Wilder says. “We don’t want to have to come looking for you.” I nod. Being told what to do is a little annoying, but I do get it. We’re a family, and I would be anxious if I thought something might have happened to any one of them. They don’t want me out of sight.

Atticus felt most alive in the wild. The forest was where the world made sense—straightforward, honest, and untamed. He carried that truth into his work as a lumberjack, the rhythm of axes and saws, the scent of pine sap and earth grounding him in ways that city life never could. Tonight, he’d return to his small cabin, content, save for that nagging feeling at the edge of his mind. Something was off, but try as he might, he couldn’t name it.

I rested my head on my paws and closed my eyes as I panted softly. My eyes flew open and I sat upright, I had fallen asleep in the grass. I held my arm out and examined my hand, turning it around in front of my face. Human again. I looked around me at the forest. The sun had already begun to set, and it was getting dark. Oh no, I’m late, Dad will kill me. I stood up and looked down at myself. Crap! I'm naked. Do I really have to go back, couldn’t I just live in the forest now? You know, survive off the land and all that? I shivered as the last bit of sun left me and wrapped my arms around myself. Who am I kidding. I don’t know the first thing about surviving in the wild. I'd barely last the