Into The Wild Novels & Stories

Ryan grunted. "Okay," Wild said, feeling how upset and angry Ryan was with Monika. "Let's go for a run. We might feel better" Wild suggested. "You're right... It will definitely make me feel better," He said and walked out of the mansion, then morphed into a wolf to go for a long run and calm himself. Wild was running at a higher speed when a girl's sob fell on his ear. He ceased his speed, and then his eyes shot up, and his heart started beating at higher speed.

I slipped into the morning like a shadow, a spirit amidst the dawn. The forest loomed ahead, its dense canopy shimmering with trails of sunlight mosaic through the leaves. A part of me felt compelled, drawn into its depths as if the trees themselves whispered encouragement. Reaching the edge, I paused—Here, where the world could not judge nor question, I allowed Arua the freedom she craved. The shift was almost instantaneous, muscle and sinew morphing under the warm sun. At that moment, I was no longer solely Olivia but a creation of wilderness and raw instinct. Arua greeted the day with an exhilarated howl that pierced the air and sent silent messages through the trees.

Of course, I wouldn’t let the wild one bite him, but first, I needed to understand why he was hiding behind the bushes. “Don’t just stand there, help me!” he cried out, crawling backward while the wild one kept grunting and moving toward him. “I will, but what will I get in return? I’m sure you know about trading better than anyone else, given you trade information in exchange for years of your life,” I shrugged, steadily walking behind the wild one and grabbing it by the neck. Even touching them felt strange. Their skin was different and very itchy. “What do you want?” Finch asked in a panic as I forced the wild one onto him.

Men with bare tops, women who are busy with their chores, and children who are distracted from playing. “Welcome to Canis Lupus, Sierra.” Summer said before those people attacked me.

But it was as if everything had been erased from my mind, leaving only the last twenty-four hours, which had been nothing but a nightmare. The two were all full an hour later, and the two men's conversation had died away. I was still deep in thought, but as I snuggled into a thick blanket, I gradually felt my body relax. My experience here in the wilderness can be frightening, but it also provides opportunities to personally experience wilderness. In a rapidly urbanizing world, understanding the benefits of interacting with nature is critical for maintaining and improving well-being. In the back of my mind, the little girl's words kept ringing.

“We’re here for a reason. We’ve come this far, and we can’t turn back now.” They pressed forward, the trees thinning as they ventured deeper into the wilderness. The pack moved in formation, their instincts sharp, aware of every rustle in the underbrush, every shift in the wind. They were still a family, bound together by their shared strength and purpose, but this land tested them in ways they hadn’t anticipated.

POV: Mia (Zero) The Wildlands began where the maps stopped telling the truth. There were no border stones, no trails worn by trade or migration, just thickets of blackroot and elderpine, bent beneath generations of storms, and the bones of wolves whose names had long been taken by the wind. I followed no marked path. The medallion Chito gave me warmed against my chest as I pressed deeper into the woods, guided by instinct older than memory, by blood that seemed to remember what my mind had never been taught.

He, as any other father, wanted to protect his daughter and take her out of there. Suddenly, his car was trapped by the black pickup that was running behind him. Suddenly, the black pickup was blocking his way. Where they were it was in the middle of nowhere, almost no one took that highway, and when they used it, people were more worried that night didn’t fall on them before they reached the other town, no one cared about what happened around. For them it was just an endless forest. “What the hell?” Mr. Beltran asked, getting out of his car.

She happily packed her things, throwing me looks of disdain and mockery. The next day, Zoe left to meet Calvin for the exchange. Something didn’t feel right to me, so I quietly followed with a team, driving behind her. As we drove, the area became more and more isolated. Their meeting place was at a rural guesthouse. Just as we were about to reach the location, a car suddenly sped out from a side road and slammed straight into Zoe’s vehicle. In an instant, her car flipped over and rolled twice before coming to a stop, while the other vehicle remained relatively unscathed.