Novel & Cerita I Never Saw A Wild Thing Feel Sorry For Itself

"What is your name?" I wave at a cab. "Bye, Wilder!" Wilder laughs as he holds up his hand, which makes me curse like a sea captain. The taxi driver isn't going anywhere, eyes pasted to the rich man wearing a tuxedo. I can't blame him. He probably needs to feed his starving family, and I shiver when Wilder places down his massive paw on my shoulder. "Look," Wilder speaks. "I'm sorry." When I turn around, it's like staring up at the Eiffel tower or something—he is massive. "I rarely get nervous, but I did, and what I said was stupid."

He moaned as he kicked the man’s warehouse. “Let me go you gay!” He pressed his foot harder in his stomach. “A-aww Bro! T-that’s right bro Aw!” “Tsk.” Wilder let go of his foot. He watched him run away from his sight. “Who’s gay now?!” He smirked when he stumbled on his feet. Cheers roared in the forest. It all came from the camping ground where everyone is jumping in excitement, except for one person. Wilder’s brows raised at the scene he entered. His eyes landed in a blind fielded guy holding a red baseball bat in the air. Every stroke of it is similar to those who are watching in a circle.

It had been so long since I sung any song, and the joy of singing was very much alive in me. My eyes closed, and I felt the sound of the music and the lyrics I was singing deep inside my soul. Letting the tune flow with more emotion than I had shown in a long time, a smile crossed my lips. Yes, I was ready, to be a breeder… and to pursue my freedom. ---------------------- **Ethan's POV The smell of earth drew me in. As I looked down, I saw the wet grass beneath my feet. The sky was dark, and something in the air smelled off, but I didn't know what it was. I felt scared and alone in the darkness.

Can't he see I'm suffering? "Here goes"

And that’s when that sound came out of me. It was not a scream. Not really. It was the sound wild animals make when the trap closes and the leg breaks and the world tips sideways. It was a sound without language, without direction, without hope. It was the sound of me breaking in half. Nicos didn’t blink. “Shut up, Leo. I won’t shoot him,” he said, as if mercy was just another tool in his collection. “Not yet.” He looked at me with a shadow of interest in his hooded eyes.

So, I did the one thing I knew would save me from myself; I shifted like a wild animal. The process was fast, and I didn't even feel anything other than pain. I was about to scream, but I pushed it all in. There was no need to make things hard for myself. I would have to push through the worst of it. I howled satisfyingly as I went on all fours. Everything was heightened. There was nothing I couldn't see or hear, despite how fast I was moving, and I could hear people pointing in my direction, claiming I was a wolf. Well, they were technically right.

&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&& I spent the rest of my day at the studio and recorded as much songs as I could, as I realised, I worked better when I was angry. “There’s someone here to see you” one the guys who handled the background music for all of my tracks said, bringing me out of my thoughts. I felt my anger fade away almost instantly the moment I turned around and saw Kendra standing there, looking a vision of perfection. “What a surprise” I said the moment she walked over me. I pulled her down into my lap and kissed her on the lips softly, before I told all the guys there to leave, as all I wanted was a moment alone with my woman, who looked eve

Lexie clutched the shot glass like it was the only thing tethering her to reality. Her fingers trembled, her nails digging into the wood of the bar as she downed another scotch. The burn that followed felt like punishment—and she welcomed it. She could feel the stares. The bar wasn’t loud enough to drown out her sobs, and the crowd definitely wasn’t kind enough to mind their own business. She muttered bitterly, voice slurred and raw, “What the hell are they looking at? Never seen a woman fall apart before?”

Or… was I partly to blame? If I hadn't been so stubborn, so obsessed with riding, maybe Acorn wouldn't be facing this nightmare. Seeing me lost in thought, Cyran panicked even more. Thinking I wasn't satisfied, he released my leg. Then, to my shock, he grabbed the baseball bat beside him and smashed one of his own fingers. "Elara, is this enough? If you're still mad at me, I'll give you my whole hand! Anything you want, I'll do it—just forgive me!"

Now all that remained between us was venom, resentment, and a disgust he didn’t bother to hide. He was my first. I was his. That bond, sacred once, now lay shattered in the dirt, stripped of its meaning. The lyrics of an old, half-forgotten song surfaced in my mind, bitter and uninvited: One-sided love broke the seesaw down. I almost laughed at the irony. Almost. Instead, I bit it back and forced myself into the dress, each tug of the fabric around my body tightening like a chain. When old man Roberto arrived with the car, I offered him a weak smile. “Thank you. I missed you.”