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Wild wanted to run. It had taken awhile for Wild to pull away from the outside world, from the need to keep going and never stop. Elaine had to physically pull him back a little. "Come on, we should get you guys back inside." With one last look back out, he followed Elaine back inside. Back to the office bedroom. Westley and Tiffany were already flicking through the cartoons. Wild couldn't get it out of his head. The beauty of it all. He was mesmerized by the pretty sky, the blueish green grass, the forest, so full of life. He'd been so close to it all to the dreams he'd been dreaming up for the past year, maybe longer.

WILDA. Damian does not speak or look at me the whole way. His grip on my arm does not loosen either. It is as if he is afraid I might still run away or something. We walk to the house in silence, my heart beating hard in my chest and my palms dripping with sweat. what will happen to me? What will I say should he ask me what I remembered? What did I remember? Grey fur… yellow eyes… white fur… red eyes… skin turning inside out into fur… the sound of bones crushing… my father… am I going crazy? Why did no one tell me I was there? Why did no one tell me I was the reason for my father’s death?

Born in the heart of sorrow, named in the light of the one I loved: Zevaren, a tender echo of Zevarion meaning a piece of him left behind. I returned to the Living Book, hoping for closure. But with Lioren’s soul now gone, its pages remained empty to me, silent and still. I returned it back within the roots of the Syrakai Wilds, where it belonged. To my quiet joy, all who were lost had returned to life, even the white bear. Her Heartstone had been restored, and when our eyes met again, there was no anger in them, only peace. Other packs had begun rebuilding, stones rising from the ash, children laughing in places that once held screams. A rebirth of the land, but I could not stay.

“Yeah, I am! I really like it here. I feel safe, and all my loved ones are here. I love my life back home too… but maybe being between my own kind is better and safer for me and Morganite. Well… at least until I find my mate…” They both share a look, then smile back at me… What is that about? “Sounds perfect. I truly believe you were meant to find your way back to us and be here.” Mama Lil says to me in her gentle loving voice, placing her hand on top of mine. The rest of the day I spent with them. Mama Lil and I painted a bit, I read a romance novel about werewolves, I had no idea this even existed, and I found it intriguing. The novel was called “Don’t Let Go” by Summer Richards, and it wa

"They need to be returned in two weeks.” He stretched two medium-sized books to me, and I slowly collected them. One had brown covers with the title ‘Packs Of The Wild’ written on it, and the other had 'Tales Of The Lycans' written on it. “Thank you, Axton." I said, putting the books aside. "I'm really grateful and I'd like to apologize for yelling at you last time.” "You're welcome and it's ok, apology accepted," he replied, emptying the contents of the bags. "Also brought some groceries for you to stock up and some clothes in case the old ones were worn out or you shredded them from shifting.”

During that time, James and Thomas were comforting Sophia. At that moment, I felt a deep rage—rage at myself for being so naive and for causing my daughter's death. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day when my son handed me the leash. This time, I was determined to make them all pay. - When Thomas placed the dog leash in my hands, I snapped back to reality. I stumbled back a few steps and threw the leash aside. It hit me then—I had been reborn. In my past life, it was this very dog that had taken my and Alice's lives!

Practically howling in my ears. The crowd parted around me as a very naked man–The Savage himself–got up from the street and stalked straight toward me. My body immediately heated up, and my heart went haywire. As he paused inches from me with a deep scowl set on his bloody face, it was then that I understood what my wolf was trying to tell me. The Savage was my mate. Oh. My… A wild excitement pulsed through me, and I managed a slight, shaky smile. I had dreamed about what my mate would look like. Never in my wildest dreams had I…

I need to apologize to her. While Jake was left off thinking on his next move, Kate decided to go back to the place near to the gate so that it will be easier for her and not to miss the flight. Luckily she found a seat and she settled in. She took out her book about the Flight Attendant and she continued reading it. While reading, she couldn’t even focus on the book. Jake’s face kept popping through her mind.

~Nick~ The name’s Nick Gracen, but most call me Lightning. I’m the local prez of the Wild Ridge MC Club. It’s a title that carries weight, respect, and a hell of a lot of responsibility. I looked around the clubhouse, a place that had seen more action than most could handle. The air was thick with the scent of oil, leather, and a hint of whiskey—a comforting blend that felt like home. The brothers were scattered around, some tinkering with their bikes, others deep in conversation about our latest shipment.

My wealth began to snowball, growing rapidly. … One year later. On an ordinary afternoon, I drove aimlessly through the city. By some twist of fate, I returned to that familiar intersection. I did not get out. I parked, peering through the tinted windows, quietly observing. Cars streamed by as crowds surged past. Students in uniforms walked across the crosswalk, laughing and teasing in small groups. Sunlight spilled over their young faces, filling them with hope and dreams for the future. I suddenly understood that the one who died in prison in my previous life was not truly my past self.