Novel & Cerita Something Wilder

He backed off slightly and looked down at me, enjoying seeing me panic. "Why are you so anxious?" he asked, his eyes glinting darkly as his gaze swept over me once more. I tried my best to curl up into a fetal position, but I couldn't move my limbs at all. They felt like they had all frozen in place, and no amount of struggling would work. "Stop fighting it," Jared said, looking at me with fake pity. "It's going to be even harder for you if you accidentally trigger the Punishment Mode." I didn't want to know what that meant, and I certainly didn't want to try to understand the playful glint in Jared's eyes.

Chase shrugged his shoulder in obviousness. “The man here was busy saving some unknown girl in the woods instead of catching the roamer.” Wilder fumed, and continued, “as your friend, I seriously think that you need to take back control of your Lycan. You dropped the hunt for a random fucking girl out of the blue today.” “Mind your words, Wilder.” “My point is, we were just a few steps away from catching something new.” Wilder seethed, “and we lost it! Now all we can do is either just hope it has disappeared, or prepare for its surprise attack.”

“You’ve got the pieces. And you’ve got us to guide you. But W.I.L.D. is also something you become through experience, through trust, and through embracing every part of yourself.” Serenya exhaled, feeling the weight of the day, the forest, the lessons, and the truth of their words settle inside her. “I… think I get it. Watchfulness, Instinct, Learning, Determination. W.I.L.D.” Solana’s presence thrummed in agreement. And you will carry it, little one. Not just for yourself… but for all who depend on you. Cheyenne ruffled her hair playfully. “Good. Now let’s see if that W.I.L.D. mind of yours can handle one more drill before sunset.”

“I was thrilled to return after all those years bouncing around, but it meant leaving my bear friend behind. We just… lost touch.” Talia rummaged through her purse and pulled out one of the many business cards Mrs. Wilder had pressed into her hand during their visits. “Here,” she said, sliding it across the table. “Why don’t you give her a call? See what she can do for you.” Nita stared at the sleek, transparent card in awe. “You think she could really match me with one of her shifters?”

The change takes it away. I am wild and uncontainable like my breath, like my life, like my self. I am wild and raw and untamed.. I am wild and I am more than I can keep, more than I can be. I am wild and I am not ready, not ready for this, not ready for it. I am wild and I am supposed to be Mara, supposed to be, supposed to hold on.

Amid the crisp sound of glasses colliding, I took a sip of the cold beer. The chill slid down my throat, but somehow, it warmed my heart. The road ahead was long, yet there was no reason to look back. Somewhere out there, beyond the horizon, an open wilderness was still waiting for me.

Weeks of deprivation, frustration, hunger—collapsing into one reckless thought. *I want him.* Not romance. Not comfort. I want him wild. Close. Real. I turn to leave, intending to change somewhere private, but his voice stops me. “Amelia.” I freeze. “I want you to do it slowly,” he says. “Right here. In front of me.” My pulse slams hard against my ribs. This is where I’m supposed to draw the line. This is where I’m supposed to walk away. But my body leans into the moment instead of away from it, my breath shallow, my mind spinning with need I’ve been forced to starve.

“It suits you, Wild Rose.” She shook her head. “It makes me reckless.” “It makes you dangerous.” Their eyes held each other. “Are you what the wolves call an Alpha?” “I don’t know,” she said, shaking her head. “I don’t bow to any Alpha, my wolf won’t let me.” The music changed tempo, slower now. Kaelyn didn’t release her. Even after she pulled back, his hand remained at her waist, steady and anchoring. He had no intention of letting the moment slip away.

I felt offended by the accusation even though the wound on my arms protested otherwise. “Xyrra, your father is a rogue.” I frowned. “A what now?” “Rogue. Rogues are werewolves that have either left the pack of their own free will or been kicked out of their pack. In your dad’s case, it was the latter, he was banned from his pack.” Despite everything else, I felt my body tense. “Are you telling me that my father is a criminal in your world? As in he has broken some of the werewolves’ laws or something?”

“Come on, loser!” “Bite me, jerk!” I call back to him. “Dude, you know she's not going to do it. She's scared of heights. And water. And fish. And lions, and tigers and bears, oh my!” Comes another teasing voice. “You are both jerks!” I yell down at them. “It's really not that bad! Just jump!” Wilder calls up to me. I look down to where he is already in the water, about sixteen feet below me.