Chasing The Wild Book Novels & Stories

I couldn't bear watching your pain and also didn’t know he had already dumped you in the marsh. Tears streamed down Chloe's face as she threw her arms around his neck. "I'm scared," she whispered, her voice barely audible, over the crackling fire. Liam smile. "They should be the scared ones. What you did today will spread like wildfire. Others will join our cause, though some will side with him." He squeezed her hand. "Come, let's walk." As the pack settled around the fire with their drinks, Liam disappeared behind the car. Moments later, a magnificent black wolf emerged. Chloe gathered his discarded pants, following him into the forest where moss draped from ancient trees and crickets perfo

As promised, Kristoff had opened Chance's eyes to a dazzling new world and a life he never imagined. Taking him everywhere, from erotic rainforest adventures, Film Festivals in France, and whale watching in Alaska. Any I*******m traveller would be jealous. Kristoff even planned on enrolling Chance in a linguist class and a Mathematics, so that he could match up to him. Sure, Chance was street smart, but that wasn't enough. And his good looks wouldn't bring him through forever.

Wilbur's footsteps made crunching noises in the snow, and he had hidden his aura to prevent being spotted by other cultivators. He was in the middle of hunting for prey in the woods when an adult deer came charging toward him. Wilbur dodged quickly to the left, just in time to hear a series of rushed galloping sounds. Wilbur scrambled to hide behind a tree, and just half a minute later, a few people could be seen chasing after the deer on their horses.

His shift had been so instantaneous and lucid. She hinged her knee closer to his sides, her hair flew with the wind as the big black wolf raced its wings. She knew they were being chased but she saw nothing. Her heels dug into his thick coat of fur, telling herself she needed to know, she cracked her neck over her shoulders. For a moment all she saw was fast trees, then it zapped by her eyes like lightning. They multiplied each time she blinked. Teeth reared sharp to kill, eyes glowing in the wind, a pack of ravenous wildlings tore into the cold earth on a crazed pursuit to devour.

In her hands, she held a very beat-up copy of ‘Of Mice and Men. “Oh, Harriet! Thank you!” I squeezed my best friend before clutching the book to my chest. She grinned at me before she turned back to run back to where Matt was. I found my feet leading me back towards the creek. Away from the burned buildings, away from the chard remains of the carnival, and away from the dead. The thought of the packhouse was suffocating on a carefree regular day. Now there was over three times the amount of people shoved in there. For some reason, I felt like the creek was where I should be, like something in my gut was pulling me there.

Chase shrugged his shoulder in obviousness. “The man here was busy saving some unknown girl in the woods instead of catching the roamer.” Wilder fumed, and continued, “as your friend, I seriously think that you need to take back control of your Lycan. You dropped the hunt for a random fucking girl out of the blue today.” “Mind your words, Wilder.” “My point is, we were just a few steps away from catching something new.” Wilder seethed, “and we lost it! Now all we can do is either just hope it has disappeared, or prepare for its surprise attack.”

“I just need a minute…” “As you can see, I am busy,” she interrupted, straightening her chair. Her eyes were sharp and wary. Just then, the door burst open, and a blond walked in, accompanied by a little girl. My attention snagged on the child first, assuming that she was the lady's, but as the child turned toward me, my heart stopped. “Mummy!” she yelped and ran toward Elara. She had dark eyes, the same sharp curve of the jaw, a faint dimple in the left cheek. Not even the hair down her back could hide the glaringly undeniable truth. She was mine..

There were large potholes covered in water leaving her unmistakable paw print for me to follow. I took one large leap and I chased after her. There was no time to be nice to the trees. I crushed everything that stood in my way and chased after my prize. The rain dripped harder, and my furs felt like they had been soaked in cement. I felt heavier than usual but with every jump, I felt lighter like my worries had been purged away. The caged feeling I had felt seemed to have lost its effect and I was free in the wild. At the pace I was running it may seem like everything was a blur, but it was.

a low growl rumbled involuntarily from his lips and rumbled in his throat. Vic instantly woke up and understood everything. Yarsi let him jump up from the ground and run away. He straightened up, squared his shoulders as he watched the Wistolean walk away, and smiled. Chase. He jumped forward, covered a huge distance in one movement. My chest was bursting with a heady feeling of freedom, I wanted to rush through the thicket and tear apart such clumsy game with fangs on the run. I wanted to scream and howl, notifying the whole forest that the beast went hunting.

Bone and muscle twist, fur bursts forth, and I am no longer the man who walked beside her, but a creature of wild freedom running on four strong legs. The pull toward her intensifies, raw and chemical, a rush that fills every part of me as I give in to the chase. She turns, swift and untamed, disappearing into the trees, and I follow, my paws pounding against the earth, my breath sharp and ragged in my chest, my heart beating a pounding drum that echoes in the woods.