Novel & Cerita Lone Wanderer

I didn't know what to think of anymore. I sighed as I pressed my back against the hard wall of the cave, feeling sweats run down my back. It was hot in here and I was miserable. I didn't understand why I wasn't thrown in the same cave with the other wolves of my pack. I felt more miserable being in here all alone. I felt like I would be driving crazy soon anytime if I had to stay here for longer with the thoughts that were running through my head. I needed a distraction. I wondered if that was Luke's revenge for finding me with the guy he had fought with. It wasn't good to hold on to grudges. I wished I could tell him that. Driving me crazy with loneliness, boredom and misery in here was too

“She shut him off from her grace. He became a wolf without a pack. He became...” “A lone wolf.” Kihara chipped in. Lady Walter threw her a disgusted look. “A rogue.” Kihara blinked. Right there, just then, she thought she’d got it. What was the difference anyway? She wanted to say. But she had a feeling Lady Walter would not pardon another interruption. Kihara cleared her throat and smiled at the woman, nudging her silently to continue. Lady Walter shook her head. “Lone wolves are wolves that are punished by their packs through exile. Their pack may have forsaken them, but the moon hasn’t. They’re not unforgivable. Another pack may adopt them.”

Every time I saw them together it just reminded me of how lonely I am. I’m happy for them but can’t help but feel a little bit jealous. Every day I walk around the pack hoping to see my mate because it’s obvious he ain’t in the big house. I sometimes console myself with the fact that he may not be of the shadow moon pack because we would have met by now but then again what if he couldn’t wait I rejected our bond so he could move on. The moon goddess won’t be so cruel to leave me mateless or would she? I know I won’t be the lonely bitter wolf but I don’t want to end up alone.

"A rover with no set clan or ancestral territories to claim. I stumbled upon your tracks and those of the Rager while hunting and thought it prudent to prevent a tragic outcome." Kiera frowned, mulling over his words as she wracked her memory on the lore of the landless Rovers. They were deeply mythologized nomads, wandering the outskirts of the great pack renaissance in isolation with no loyalties beyond their own hunger and survival. "You take considerable risks for one with no vested interests," she said at last. "What if I had been the one set upon you? My own risks come from being the Luna prima nocta to Damien of Blackwood."

Now, he was just another Rogue wandering the wastelands. As I stepped out of the tavern, I felt nothing but calm. Bathed in the quiet glow of the moon, I realized I wasn't anyone's Luna anymore—I was my own person. I turned and walked on, toward the open horizon that was mine alone.

“I know.” Everyone looked toward him. The little boy smiled proudly. “They call her the Wolfless Luna” because she showed everyone that strength doesn’t come from having the strongest wolf.” He looked at Aria with admiration. “It comes from never giving up.” Silence settled over the gathering. Aria smiled warmly. “That’s exactly right.” She looked up at the Blood Moon shining peacefully above them. Once, that same moon had watched a frightened, wolfless girl walk alone into exile. It had witnessed her tears. Her loneliness. Her despair. Tonight, that same moon watched a woman surrounded by her family, her friends, and a united world.

“Look, I appreciate your effort, I really do, but I want to be alone.” “You don’t have to be alone.” “I do. We have had a lot of fun but this thing between us isn’t going to work.” She stiffened, her head tilting just a little as she looked at me. “What?” “I was fooling myself. I’m not the guy you think I am. I’m a loner. The only person who has really ever understood who I was and how I was was Kade. Kade got it. He didn’t push and he didn’t try to smother me with attention and affection. He left me alone. That’s what I want. It’s what I have always wanted. I wasn’t born to be the other half to a whole. I’m a lone rider. I always have been, and I always will be.”

Instead, the figure stepping through was taller, broader in the shoulders, with the same wild brown eyes I recognized as my brother. “Lowell,” I muttered, my chest tightening. He has been travelling the world for the past years which was just an excuse to help me lead the mafia. Lowell didn’t bow and didn’t even wait to be welcomed. He strode into the room with the same restless energy he’d always carried, that storm-blooded need to move, to wander. The last of the Navajo, one of Santini’s adaptive stray sons before me. He was aware of me being a werewolf because he, himself, is a skinwalker as well. I know, Santini has a peculiar set of adoptive sons.

" I finally found the confidence to ask him. I really wanted to know who this creature was. He was able to easily unravel the mysteries that surrounded me. He hesitated and at that moment, something flickered from his eyes. “I am a wanderer. I have not been able to find what I've been searching for. However, I think there's something about you that connects your soul to mine." “Wanderer?” I asked. “What are you up to?” Without saying anything else, he let out a mischievous smile. "Maybe, both!" He laughed. Soon, the temperature and tension of the forest shifted. It was like a creature was around us. The bond we shared together seemed too heavy and tight.

It was during this era of shifting perspectives and fading animosities that a lone werewolf, by the name of Darian, embarked on an extraordinary adventure. Darian hailed from a humble pack of werewolves, dwelling in the dense forests and shadowy valleys of their realm. His heart, however, was filled with curiosity and wanderlust. Tales of the lycan continent had reached his ears, stories of a land where the moon's glow cast a different kind of magic. With a longing for unity and a desire to explore beyond the borders of his home, Darian embarked on a journey that would forever change his life.