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I was going to rip the world apart to give it back to him. ​The cutters launched, their engines shrieking like dying banshees as we shot over the walls of the Keep and dove straight into the northern wilderness. ​The Wildlands were not like the Blackwood forests. The North was cold, yes, but it was alive. Here, the snow didn’t melt, the pine trees didn’t grow green, and the air always tasted like old dust and copper. It was uncharted, dangerous, and the only things that lived here were rogues who had gone mad or things that had never been human to begin with.

“Yeah, swimming’s my thing. I don’t like beaches, too many people. So I built my own sanctuary.” “You designed this?” “Designed it. Built it. Every inch,” he replied, pride seeping into his voice. Hot, grumpy, and handy. Dangerous. The place was breathtaking, clear water, landscaped gardens, a breeze carrying the scent of flowers and earth. I closed my eyes, letting the calm wash over me. For the first time in a long time, I felt... still. “You’re going to fall asleep standing there,” Ram teased. I smiled, eyes still closed. “Don’t ruin it. I never feel this calm. Back home, it’s just noise and fumes.”

He watches me, curious for now. I don’t even try to approach, knowing better than to challenge a wild thing in his own domain. Even one that spends half his time walking on two legs. Instead, I crouch down, ignoring him in favor of brushing my fingers across the mossy ground. I exhale, letting the little bit of residual magic from today’s healing drift into the earth. It’s cold to the touch, barely masking the gentle hum of life beneath the surface. The wolf huffs at me, bringing my attention back to him as he blinks slowly. I blink back, understanding the silent communication of two creatures out of place. He doesn’t belong here any more than I do, miles from his pack land.

They waited for both their souls to return as they felt they have left, and they shared a pure joy that binds them invisibly. "You can't go back on your words." Nina reminded Boaz. "And you can't either," he argued defensively. Too scared of her changing her mind. But then he saw she was happy with him as he was with her. "I never thought I would ever have the luxury to enjoy such pleasure in life," Nina confessed. "Why so?" Boaz asked as he wrapped her in his warm embrace. He was going to say what she just said. "I always thought I can never handle myself and be wild, disgustingly wild, but I realized you are wilder than me," she chuckled as she playfully slapped his chest where her hands w

If such themes are not to your taste, feel free to skip this chapter Bianca’s lips parted with a soft, wet smack as she finally pulled away from Damien’s mouth. Her breath was ragged, coming in short, sharp hitches that made her chest heave. The air in the room felt heavy and charged, the kind of heat that usually preceded a summer storm. Damien’s hands weren't gentle; they were fumbling with the zipper of her dress with a desperate sort of hunger. The fabric gave way, sliding down her body in a pool of silk that gathered at her feet like a discarded skin.

She has just gone for a run that it that is all it is. I call my soon to be beta, Bradley since I trust him with my life, I know he was not the best with Kayla to start with but that was only because he did not know who she was, and he thought she was just a horse. Bradley meets me near the forest, and I tell him what has happened and just that we need to find Kayla I have a bad feeling. Bradley suggests that she is just somewhere on the territory, and we head of.

Candy was running through the woods on her normal morning run, her heart was beating fast as she leaped over a log and continued running. She could feel the sweat as it trickled down her back making her shirt stick to her damp skin, the sound of her breathing was the only thing she heard as the morning sunlight slowly filtered through the tree’s leaves. As she neared the back of the packhouse a smell hit her that had her mouth watering, her wolf was instantly on alert. The beast wanted her to follow that sweet tantalizing scent of orange slices dipped in chocolate. It reminded her of Christmas morning and the treats her Jiji would bring for her and her brother.

Ryan grunted. "Okay," Wild said, feeling how upset and angry Ryan was with Monika. "Let's go for a run. We might feel better" Wild suggested. "You're right... It will definitely make me feel better," He said and walked out of the mansion, then morphed into a wolf to go for a long run and calm himself. Wild was running at a higher speed when a girl's sob fell on his ear. He ceased his speed, and then his eyes shot up, and his heart started beating at higher speed.

**The Wild Wolves** Aria meandered through the lush, vibrant forest, a world alive with an intricate tapestry of sights, sounds, and scents. Each step enveloped her in the rich aroma of damp earth and blooming wildflowers, the vibrant hues of greens and browns intertwining like an artist's brushstrokes across the landscape. Having spent the past few weeks in this enchanted new home amidst the towering, ancient trees and dappled sunlight, she had cultivated a deep affection for the tranquility and solace the wilderness offered—a cherished escape from the chaotic clamor of her former life.

However, we are wild beings, with an insane hunger and need for freedom, it is imposible to cage us, we are the definition of wild, trying to supress our wolves has never ended well for us, It could be like a split personality, the wolf in us, it takes time to merge, it gets harder and painful if we try to supress it, and unlike myths, we do not need to kill to activate it, because contrary to popular belief, it is not a curse, but a gift, a blessing. "Hi," I hear, and turn my gaze to the person, I see a young woman. "Hello." I smile at her, her eyes widening. "Hi," She smiles, then chuckles with embarassment at her repetition, I just stare at her with renewed interest, waiting as she ges he