Novel & Cerita River Wild

Bright green, yellow, faded brown and all bunch of colours made up the vegetation. "Woah" she gazed at everything in awe. Beautiful! Absolutely beautiful. The scenery was picture worthy. Vast untamed nature, all around her. She looked back to Carl "This forest... It leads to Lake Creek? I'm surprised there is a cleared path to drive-" she was thrown back into her seat as the car came to an abrupt stop. "Oof! A warning would have been nice" she mumbled under her breath as her hands went to grab her hair out of her eyes. She heard a door slam and her eyes shot open. Carl got out, pulled her bag out of the trunk and yanked her door open

Smiling softly at the strength that the woman was trying to lend her. It made her heart beat faster; she was beginning to have feelings for the wolf. Candy didn’t look like she would be the affectionate type to Annie, with her wild pink streaked blue hair. Her arms were bare in the tank top she had on, showing arms that were muscular from beating away at her drums. Her shorts didn’t do much to cover up legs that were toned and strong from hours spent running.

* Rufias huffed in agreement, relaying my instructions. 'The River', which we'd never bothered finding a name for or learning if it had one – as it was the only river so near to our village – was about fifteen yards across and of moderate depth. In a strong rain the current could threaten to pull under and drown a full-grown wolf, but was otherwise not much of a danger to anyone older than an adolescent. Occasionally bits of human trash could be seen floating by, and while that would never cease to bother me we had since learned that no one of them actually stayed near our community. At least not for very long.

Jake that morning had mentioned the Milk River, a stream he ha never heard of. He knew the country he knew, and had never been lost in it, but the country he knew stopped at th Arkansas River. He had known men speak of the Yellowstone as if it were the boundary of the world; even Kit Carson whom he had met twice, had not talked of what lay north of it But then his memory went back to a camp they had made on the Brazos, many years before, with an Army captain; ther was a Delaware scout with him who had been farther than any man they knew—all the way to the headwaters of th

The Water Nation, renowned for its pristine waters and breathtaking landscapes, was about to host the annual werewolf competition, an event that brought together the most skilled and talented werewolves from all corners of the werewolf world. As the trio arrived at the edge of the Water Nation's territory, they were awestruck by the sheer beauty that unfolded before their eyes. Crystal-clear lakes shimmered under the sun's rays, waterfalls cascaded down moss-covered rocks, and lush vegetation painted the landscape in vibrant hues. The air was filled with the refreshing scent of the sea, mingling with the earthy aroma of the surrounding forests.

River whispers, turning her back to Tatum, who I stare at with longing. “Yeah.” I mutter. “But she can never know.” “She has a right to choose.” River says, looking over her shoulder, then up at me. “She deserves to know.” “I’m not a choice.” I say, grabbing a plate and loading my food up. River watches me with sad eyes, so I stop and look at her. “It’s an impossibility.” She scoffs. “That’s what everyone says about the Ghost Wolves. Yet, I’ve seen them. Impossible is just what people say when they haven’t found a way yet. So find a fucking way.”

Suddenly, they emerged from the trees, and a breathtaking sight unfolded before them. A crystal-clear river flowed effortlessly, its surface reflecting the sky above. The water cascaded over smooth rocks, creating a soothing melody. "Wow," Tristan breathed. "This is stunning." Lucien nodded, his eyes shining with pride. "Welcome to the River's Edge, the lifeblood of Dominion Pack. We're close now." Tristan walked towards the river's edge, feeling the cool mist on his skin. "I can see why this place is special. It's like a sanctuary."

I asked, feeling a pit opening up in my stomach. “None,” Alexi said, looking somber. “At least none that anyone has encountered. Whoever this is is ruthless. Daryl suddenly hung up looking frustrated. “Nothing on Flowing Waters,” he said. “Apparently they’re very reclusive. They sit on this fork between rivers and don’t really interact with the packs across the water except for summer festivals and things. The land border is with human settlements, so careful and coordinated rogues could get in and out unnoticed.” Troi’s phone rang and they hurriedly checked it, looking a little disappointed at the caller. They showed me the screen, Alpha Gerald. “I’ll text Tyko to call me,” Sarah whispered

It was blurry at first and slowly came into focus. On the western border of their territory, there was a wide river that was either calm or deadly depending on the season. She preferred it when it was calm and not threatening to flood the valley below it. There were no wolf territories beyond the river, so it was usually very safe and quiet. And even when it was not, she could usually see the danger right away because her favourite spot was an abandoned forest fire lookout tower.

River winked at me. I chuckled before I took another sip of the sweet red wine. I sighed contently and settled my head against the side of his neck. The sun started to make its way behind the hills that surrounded the lake. “It's nice out here. We don't come here enough,” I said. “No, we don't,” River agreed. “You know, I got to be honest. I'm amazed anything about Montana amuses you after seeing Los Angeles. Don't get me wrong; I would never live there. I'm a country boy. I'll die before living in some crazy ass city, but realistically that place is beautiful. Even I can't deny that,” River said. Sadness filled his voice.