Chapter 3 Summary Call Of The Wild Novels & Stories

He was all duty and order, his focus completely on the mission. As Callum turned to go, his dogs trailing at his heels, my eyes caught the sight of the piebald mare being led towards me. My heart skipped a beat. The promise of freedom—of even the slightest movement without chains—brought a surge of excitement I hadn’t felt in months.

Scared of knowing that I hadn't found my mate yet, and that I spent this last day just feeding a stupid dream in my head. I felt his soft fur against my arm and his warmth wrapped around my shoulder. I looked over and saw James staring at the creek in front of him. The slightly lowered head, the extremely straight muzzle and the fatal shape of the eyes. I didn't even dare move, enjoying the little warmth that came from him. I looked away and felt the snow freezing my knees. I was starting to feel really cold. And I hated winter. "I better go back, before I turn into a popsicle." I said getting up. The wolf got up too and I turned around. "See you later." I nodded and started walking again. T

I rode on, each step heavy and drawn out. My eyes scanned the forest. Looking for any sign of prey, any trail, any damn movement in the snow. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. The forest was dead. And inside me, all that remained was the echo of a trapped roar. I kept going because stopping was not an option. Time passed. Hours. I knew that a wolf's body could withstand much more than that. But without my beast, I was just... a man. A stubborn man is trying not to fall off his saddle.

~KAELRIC~ The east mountains were our first destination. Chase had gathered information from every source he could find, and the stories all pointed the same direction, strange wolves, faster and stronger than normal, were moving through the woods like they owned them. I held onto that like a drowning man holds onto survival. It was something, anything.

“He was killed.” “B-but you just told me to find him!” I had never been this confused. Wolves did live for a really long time especially compared to humans — which was one of the many blessings that we’d been given including strength, vitality, speed, and many others, but we weren’t indestructible. Although killing a wolf was hard, it was still possible especially when silver was being used. “If he was killed, how do I find him? Are you telling me to find where his body was buried? And most importantly, who killed him?”

Chapter 20: A Storm is Coming Dried leaves whipped into the foggy air as Calgary and I ran faster through the woods. His wolf kept on challenging Auror, but with us finally gaining back our strength, she showed him we were their equal. Auror jumped over a fallen tree and rolled over the thick bed of dried vegetation before she gained her momentum again, but Calgary's wolf was fast enough to stop Auror from jumping over the cliff.

“Are you guys ready to finally do as we were formed to do?” My eyes glared at Callighan as he lifted his head up to the sky. Once that loud howl came from him, we all prepared ourselves as the wolves charged at us altogether. All we could do was fight to our hearts desire. One charged at me and right when I thought life was over for me, the gunshots came right after him. Pow! Pow! Pow! Pow! However, those shots were not enough… -To Be Continued- The End of Book 2

And so, I began to run, my paws carrying me further and further away from the pain of my past. As I journeyed through the night, my wolf instincts led me to a towering mountain on the horizon. It called to me, a beacon of hope in the darkness. With each step I took, I felt a renewed sense of determination. I would climb that mountain, I would rise above my pain, and I would find a new pack—a place where I could finally belong. When I finally reached the summit, the sun began to rise, painting the sky in hues of pink and gold. From this vantage point, I could see a new territory stretching before me—a different pack's territory.

However, my return was not for him but for myself; it was a quest for my redemption. At the entrance, I stopped. I threw my head back and howled, a long and loud cry that cut through the night. It was a call to arms, a signal for my pack to join me. And they did. I heard the answering howls of my pack warriors, their loyalty and readiness clear. I waited for them to gather around me, one by one, their heads bowed in respect and submission. I looked at them, my expression stern and determined. I spoke, my voice loud and commanding.

All I could see were weeds growing all over the place. There was no sign of life there and I finally let go of the hands on my lips because there was no need. I was tired of my too creative imaginations, It was obvious that there was no sign of life here. I turned to go back and as I took the first few steps and then, I heard another howl, this one was louder and angry, I felt the hairs on my skin rise and good bumps sprouted all over my body, I shivered involuntarily I turned back immediately trying to trace the sound to the place it came from. It was strange how everything looked dry for miles and miles but i heard that howling again just now. I couldn't imagine such a thing twice right? I