I Never Saw A Wild Thing Feel Sorry For Itself Novels & Stories

“For a man like Reginald, it’s a shame that family means nothing.” I looked up just in time to catch him suck that thumb into his mouth, licking off my tears as if sampling a new delicacy. Cold unremorseful eyes held my gaze with a glint of satisfaction. There had been no pity in his voice, just an avenue to sink his claws deeper into the injury. He enjoyed watching me bleed. Just like the hyenas in my head. “I won’t do it.” “Quite unfortunately, Angel, you don’t have a choice.” “Do your worst. I won’t get married to you. I’d rather bleed to death than be your bride.”

“No, Erika, I won’t let you make a stupidity!” “Please, let me finish her off!” “You’re not like her, Erika! You’re not like her!” “She made me start this wild revenge! She made me wild! She made me this wild beast you see now! I can’t feel love, I can’t feel gratitude because of her!”

And then I was on my feet, head thrown back, howling my piercing song to a darkened sky and a full moon that watched over us all. And then everything froze. The world became silent, and it was like everything crystalized in this very moment. The pounding call of the wild, the thing that I was driven by, the call that danced along my skin not two seconds ago, leaving me breathless and panting, was my heartbeat. I turned in a circle, searching for something. I was missing something. What exactly? I had no idea. But I was missing something. I dropped back down to my knees, and I was about to scream my frustration. I pounded into the ground and dirt flew into the air.

"You almost got yourself killed today." Riley turned her head slightly, her cheek pressed against the pillow. Her eyes were glassy with tears. "He... he was going to kill Skylar. He's a monster, Lucas." Lucas paused, a cotton swab soaked in antiseptic hovering over a deep cut. "He’s a Wild Cat. We all are. You're in a world where silence is survival, Riley. Why can't you just learn to play the part?" "Because I'm not a pet!" Riley snapped, though the effort caused a fresh wave of pain to ripple through her. She winced, her body trembling.

I heard the click of the lock slide into place a sound that hit harder than a gunshot. I stood there for a long moment, frozen. Then I moved to the window. The man had been right — the glass was thick, maybe bulletproof. The view outside was just trees and darkness, stretching for miles. Even if I jumped, I’d never make it far. I pressed my hand against the glass, and my reflection stared back at me ,pale, tired, terrified. I sat down on the bed and pressed both hands to my stomach. “I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I’m so sorry I got us into this.”

'We fucked', the words echoes in my head like a broken record, taunting me. "You should have seen her, she was a wildcat. If I knew she could go that crazy, I would have let her piss me off a long time ago." There was a pause, but my heart never took a break, it raced and thrumped against my chest, a painful reminder of my stupidity. How could I let it happen? believe him when everything screamed at me not to?

I whispered . It .. it must hurt . He may be immortal but .. doesn't it hurt ? Judging by his facial expression , I stand corrected . It was twisting and contorting , trying to bear the pain. I may hate him but it was uncomfortable to watch . I didn't want to see him get shot over and over again . And yet , I couldn't look away . Sometimes we have that moment where something is so terrible , that we can't look away even though every cell in our body is telling us to . People are .. well , strange indeed.

But seeing her burning face with awkwardness, suddenly, my heart and eyes wanted to see her more without even caring what she would think? I felt the desire! The wild desire to cross my boundary.

Behind us, Lili and Anna weep in noisy sorrow, trying to soothe the shattered Jack, whose own voice has gone hoarse from private crying, so full of woe he declines to speak. But there’s no need for him to. A gallant procession of Alphas from Candlewood’s allied packs manages for him. Big Easy, of course, with his rowdy stories in his booming voice, moves the crowd through laughter and tears with his passion and vibrance. Then soft-spoken Liko reminds with quiet reverence and admiration of Ian’s imperturbable calm. And Mattie, in her austere simplicity, of his ‘getting away for a while’ when he was merely taking a walk, barefoot in the grass.

I wasn't really thinking it through when I started cooking, I just needed a distraction. I wiggle my hips as the music begins to change. My favorite words are coming up. “Bells will be ringing.. The sad, sad news... Oh, what a Christmas, to have the blues... My baby's gone... I have no friends... to wish me greetings, once again..” Damn, this song is literally me. I feel tears well in my eyes. I have no friends. After Wilder died, Katie and Lena reached out. They tried with me, but I shut them down. Now, my two best friends and I haven't talked in months. Wyatt was a friend and so much more, and now we are nothing. I've lost everyone because I pushed them away.