Novel & Cerita Feral Behavior

I didn't want to let him go but I forced myself to, reminding my all too happy wolf that no one could be trusted. I casted a wary eye on Lucas across the room. He still hadn't gotten any clothes on and I had to keep mentally slapping myself to keep from drooling at the sheer male power he held. I decided that my wolf must be influencing my thoughts. "I still don't understand why you think we can't trust him", she grumbled. "Because we can't", I replied nonchalantly. "But why..." "Look, do you want us to get out of here alive or do you want to go back to being unconscious or worse?", I snapped. "Isn't being feral good enough for you? Do you want to get us killed?"

“How did this one start? Everyone was okay when I left.” “Well, technically, it didn’t just start. Apparently, it had been happening to the animals that were bred outside of the Safe Water pack, but what happened was that we had a shift, and Braf went feral-” “Feral? What do you mean by ‘feral’?” I asked, raising my brows in concern. “Well, he began howling uncontrollably, and he ran away from the rest of us during the shift and caught a wild rabbit. We suspect that the rabbit is the entire reason why he and everyone else fell sick, it must have had the disease.”

it wasn't possible. "But here's the best part," Asher sneered, leaning forward. "Look at the scent, Zayn. Use that big Alpha nose of yours. That’s not your scent on the child. That baby belongs to your cousin. It’s Ezekiel’s." No! No! No! The words hit me harder than a silver bullet to the heart. The betrayal tasted like ash. My cousin? My mate? A baby? And then everything went red. The Feral state is something every Alpha fears. It is when the human mind snaps, and only the beast remains.

I say, more worried about my daughter than myself. “He could. You’re right. But feral wolves tend to run solely on instinct. They have no humanity, no sense of right and wrong. They don’t care. They want. They take. No matter who it hurts or what it costs them. Mate bonds are more instinctual than pup bonds for feral wolves. He might not even recognize Alexandra and Cameron as his. But even with your broken bond, he could still recognize you as his.” “What did you see?” I whisper.

“Now that we have each other, everything else can only fall into place. I feel like I can take on the world now that you’re not running from me.” “I hope you’re right.” “Caleb’s a fair alpha. There’s no need for him to run.” “What about the girl? What will we do with her?” “It’s not an easy situation. We shouldn’t even be dealing with this.” “She wouldn’t go with Joe.” “Well, we can’t keep a bear as a pet. She’d have to be caged for everyone’s safety. Just like a feral pup, there’s a certain point they’re unable to tame. A time they’re feral for life.”

It was infuriating and grounding all at once. “I know,” she said again, softer this time. My wolf snarled low in my chest, pacing right alongside me. He’d been restless since the first twelve hours passed. At twenty-four, he’d been on edge. By thirty-six, he’d been downright feral. Now? Now he was scraping against my ribs like he wanted out, wanted blood, wanted movement. Waiting felt wrong. Waiting felt like letting something bad happen. “What if he’s hurt?” I said, the words tumbling out before I could stop them. “What if Alessandro caught him the moment he crossed his pack border? What if…”

From what I know, mating in wolf culture is a big deal. One could find their mate at any time, Luke described it as sometimes a smell but it’s more of a bond he says, a tug, everything pulling you to that particular person. It feels like your existence is tied to that person and you living without feels so empty, incomplete it often drives wolves crazy to be without their mate. That’s the reason why sometimes when wolves are rejected or their bonded mate dies or suffers they almost go feral. It’s not uncommon, a wolf being rejected by their mate becoming an omega, he says it’s that they feel lost and without a purpose. A wolf always needs an anchor and if that anchor happens to be your mate

Vera asked softly. "Everybody. The pack. The laws. Basic biology.." Vera scoffed. "Those laws were written by fools who didn’t know better. And biology? Child, you're eighteen. Some wolves don't shift until twenty. Some never shift and live full, powerful lives. The moon marks us all differently." "But the ceremony..” "It is in three days. I know." Vera took a sip from her cup and set it down. She reached for a basket on the shelf and began to sort through the dried plants. “Tell me what you're really afraid of."

While they were mutated versions of wild creatures, feral beasts were not too different from actual monsters. Most of them could not be tamed. Their nature was too violent, and any attempt to domesticate them would simply turn them into caged pets, stripped of their wild instincts. "But their blood… It could strengthen my body even further." The thought struck him, and he slashed open his wrist without hesitation, allowing fresh blood to drip onto the ground. The scent of blood spread quickly. Soon, beasts began creeping out from the surrounding wilderness, eyes gleaming with hunger as they fixated on the flowing crimson liquid. Their desperation escalated into a frenzy.

I finally ask the itching question in my mind A feral wolf is unheard of but it actually does happen. A wolf who loses his mate or doesn't find his mate begins to lose sanity and his wolf starts to take over . A feral wolf is more dangerous than a rogue because the human has no control of his wolf or body while a rogue has more control over his body and wolf. "I don't think he could go feral when Megan wasn't his real mate " mum shakes her vigorously. "Yeah maybe ," I trail "Maybe Bloom is right ,why don't you give Luke a second chance ,you have been friends for a long time ,"she squeezes my hand with a grim smile.