Chapter 13 Summary Into The Wild Novels & Stories

Chapter 13 Alexander POV Once I step out of the pack house, I directly head into the woods while my feet increase their pace unknowingly. I inhale the earthly smell while walking and feel the beast inside me freeing himself. The shackles that have bound both my anger and inner beast finally starts breaking as I find myself alone with the nature. My mom’s words ring inside my head like an alarm and an angry growl rips from my chest.

Where was he taking me? Minutes turned into eternity as we ventured deeper into the forest, the familiar landscape becoming less recognizable. My heart pounded in my chest, my Wolf sensing that something important was about to happen. The urge to shift, to free the wildness within me, grew stronger with each passing mile. Finally, Hugh pulled the car to a stop in a small clearing surrounded by towering trees. He turned off the engine to face me, his eyes filled with determination and excitement. I could tell he understood the conflict I was experiencing, the struggle between my humanity and wolf nature. And now, he was giving me the opportunity I had been craving - to let my Wolf roam free.

So, I move forward knowing that they will not follow me and they will not make a drama because I give up in record time, the man that the moon sent for me. In the distance I hear screams and howls, but I don't stop. I want to free myself from the chains that I see so far and therefore, I disappear into the forest without caring that there are wild animals with more strength or bigger than me. My heart is pounding, and I whimper knowing that I have no place to return to or seek refuge. I curse that I have fallen for a deception and assure myself that I am not going back, even if I must sleep in the forest and eat like a wild animal.

Yet, the beast within, fueled by a primal hunger, urged him to embrace the change within him and unleash his newfound power. With a deep breath, Ethan succumbed to the call of the wild. His body became light and springy and it moved with such a grace and swiftness he had never experienced before. Muscles rippled beneath his transformed skin, and his senses honed in on a distant sound—the panicked rustling of a deer.

This wasn’t a chase. This was a hunt. The shift hit me like a wildfire, fast and all-consuming. It started deep—bone-deep—like something unraveling inside me, something primal and ancient clawing its way to the surface. My skin burned, stretched, reshaped. Muscles tore and reformed in an instant, snapping into place with a vicious kind of precision. My spine cracked, lengthened, shifting until I was on four legs instead of two. My hands curled, fingers retracting, claws extending in their place. The pain was brief, a flicker of white-hot agony before it settled, replaced by the rush of raw, untamed power.

"I’m in your corner. But never forget—this is for your survival, not his ego. The moment this arrangement stops feeding your wolf? You tear his throat out and run." I nod firmly, absorbing the weight of her survival instincts. I drain the burning liquid, leaning over the scarred wooden table to let my sister help me map out the hunt. The sun is dipping below the jagged peaks of the Pacific Northwest, casting long, bloody shadows across the redwood cathedrals when I finally pull up to the silver-lined gates of the Cross Estate. I spent the afternoon in the safety of Harper’s sanctuary, letting her sharp wit and pack-born wisdom mend the frayed edges of my nerves. She’d also insisted on a tran

Continuing on with his rushed story. “She didn't want to go through with Jo’s plan. We were planning to escape back to my territory, but before we could get away, Aisha was attacked by Brody, Jo’s younger brother. He marked her, raped her, but before he could mate her I intervened and took Aisha back to my room, cleaned her wounds, and let her sleep. That night she and I conceived the pups she carries now. Brody’s mark made mating with Aisha harder, but I overcame Brody’s venom and the rest is history." Tristan pleaded with the wolves, panting from the long winded response.

We needed to be careful how we moved so we wouldn't tip them off. Someone knocked on my door, and I asked the person to enter. It was my mother. I smiled immediately I saw her. I had never imagined that I would see her again after that night that we parted in the woods. The memory came back to me in a rush. My mother had allowed me to ride on her wolf's back to escape the massacre. If it weren't for her, I wouldn't be alive. We had run for almost twenty-four hours before we got to the woods where we parted. Apex wolves chased us through the woods, and hunters rode on horsebacks and drove their jeeps chasing us too. My mother had to be careful not to get caught. It was a full hunt. The fact t

My chest burned with exertion, but I pressed on. I don't know how long I ran, but suddenly, a clearing emerged in the distance. With a surge of adrenaline, I propelled myself forward, my feet carrying me toward the promise of safety. As I burst into the clearing, still gasping for breath, the pursuing howls faded into the distance. Gasping for breath, I scanned my surroundings with a racing heart, gradually finding a calm rhythm. Sinking to my knees, I felt the cool grass beneath my palms. Closing my eyes, I thanked the heavens for my escape from the wolves.

** Jack The fold is open when I get there, the entire lower valley in flames and billowing a strange purple gray smoke. Coughing and stumbling, Anna clutches her baby bulge with one hand and the basket she’s been using to transplant Darby’s florae from her garden to the pack greenhouse in the other, struggling along the rocky trail toward the rim. Anna! She looks up relived to see my great gray wolf plunging toward her, climbing onto my back when I slide to a halt.