Running With The Wind Book Novels & Stories

He stood there, big, as if he had been waiting for me to climb onto his back. I climbed onto his back in silence. My hands gripped the thick fur on his shoulders, holding on tightly. The moment I settled, he started running. His movements were fast and smooth. Trees and shadows passed us quickly, blending into the dark. As he ran, I kept my eyes lowered. I stared at his fur, my fingers clenched around it as if letting go would make everything fall apart. The wind rushed against my face, brushing my hair back. It felt the cold, but also calming in a strange way.

She stopped speaking because Adrian had already left the room. Then she slumped back on the bed, gave an exasperated sigh, covered her hands with her face, and cried. Adrian knew how important the pack run was to werewolves, yet he was doing this to her, especially now that she was pregnant. A pack run was an extensive training for all wolves which helped them to defend themselves in the face of danger. But to a pregnant woman, it was different and compulsory. It helped them breathe well, it eased back pain, as well as constipation.

➳ Trigger/Content warning list 🐾 Sex Excessive or gratuitous violence Death or dying Blood ➳ Teaser 🐾 “When I mustered the courage to reveal myself, he kept staring at me. I suppose he had never heard of my species either, and I must've looked very strange to him. But when our eyes met, I felt something I had never felt before in my life. I was drawn to him in a way that I hadn’t sensed with any other male in all my years. It was mystical, like I could stare directly into the soul of this man and I recognized him as part of myself.” Excerpt from “Running with wolves.” ➳ Author’s note 🐾 Hi lovelies! Thank you for reading my Novel. I love to hear from you! Comment and share your thoughts. I

Prologue I was running while walking so I could get to arrive at the right time because I was already running out of time while I was hugging the three thick books that I had just borrowed from our school library earlier. I did not mind the number of people I ran across to as well as the other people who already had nudged my arm. Even the dirty, hard, bad smells of smoke coming from the vehicles passing by on my side that I can easily smell, and also the heat of the sun that almost hurt my skin, I still did not even notice or mind those because I was more busy running. I am sure that my face was already red because of the intense heat of the sun that was really almost burning my skin right

Chapter 7 The moonlight filtered through the thick canopy of trees, though this helped me find my path clearly, it didn't help that I'll be in the spotlight, so some rogue or beast may prey on me. Nonetheless, I continued running, with 3ach step, my paws pounded against the dirt, carrying me deeper into the wilderness. The wind whipped through my fur, carrying with it the scents of the forest—damp earth, sharp pine, and the distant scent of the pack, growing fainter with each passing moment.

She could feel the worms wriggling in her heart, the squirming of the worms made her stomach queasy. However, her attention was suddenly diverted as a gust of cold wind swept across her face, and blew her long hair. The gust of wind carried voices whispering in her ear, not the whispers of the surrounding leaves, but other whispers that she could understand. Leah looked left and right, it seemed that no one felt the gust of wind and whispers except for her. Even Mia and Grace who were standing so close to her didn't feel what she felt. The whisper called her name, she was sure. Not the sound of the wind, or the voices in her head, someone called her name

Dean held his phone, frozen in place as the dial tone buzzed, sounding almost like the abrupt halt of his own heartbeat. A wave of crushing disappointment and panic swept through him. Autumn in Lindt was bleak with grey skies, endless rain, and the kind of chill that seeped into one’s bones. It mirrored exactly how Jake felt at that moment. For months, he had been relentless, like a tireless dog, throwing every trick he could think of into the chase—pursuing, cornering, and never letting up.

The fire had been burning for so long. Still, she had not called him even once. Nothing. A chill ran down his spine. He fumbled for his phone, refreshing the screen again and again. Call log. Messages. Nothing. No missed calls. No texts. No desperate pleas for help. His heartbeat began pounding violently. A suffocating sense of dread spread through his entire body. Slowly, he lifted his head. His face had gone pale as he stared at the mansion being devoured by flames. Then, he suddenly broke into a run.

“I couldn’t care less what happens to the Lumb family anymore. As for you, Wendy? You made your bed. Now lie in it.” I walked around her and headed straight for the subway station. Behind me came Wendy’s wailing and the pointing and whispering of passersby. I heard later that Ruth ultimately did not make it. She breathed her last on her hospital bed. Wendy fled overnight with her child due to being involved in fraud and owing a large amount of loan shark debt. No one knew where she went. As for Miles, during a mudslide rescue operation in a remote mountain area, he was hit by a rolling boulder while trying to save a child. His leg was crushed.