The Call To The Wild Novels & Stories

He had lived his entire life in the wild, but there was still a part of him that longed for something more. He began to feel a pull, a yearning deep within his soul. It was as if the very essence of his being was calling out to him, urging him to explore new horizons and discover new experiences. And then, one day, he heard it. A distant howl, carried on the wind. It was a call that he couldn't ignore, a call that filled him with excitement and anticipation. Shadow knew that he had to answer the call of the wild. He gathered his pack together, and together they set off in search of the source of the howl.

"Please, I want the book. One day I will understand." Brandt smiled and replied with humor, "If you ever make sense of it, let me know. You can then argue with my father on the merits of Christianity. He believes in the Goddess and loves nothing better than a good philosophical debate." He turned and picked up another book. It had a picture of a wolf with a snowy mountain background. "This is Jack London's Call of the Wild and it's the one we'll read first. Let's finish the cake and then get ready for our evening company."

I hear his voice guiding me, “Savannah, walk through the forest with me” Suddenly I’m barefoot, walking through a pine forest. I hear a wolf howling. I know that howl, it’s my wolf. It’s Sahara. “Sahara, I’m coming girl”. The howls become more panicked. She’s trapped. I start running towards her. She’s calling for me, frantically.

The mere thought of those memories harrows him. "Honey, I wanna see you. I need to see you so badly." He sounded hurt and pleading. "I really need to end my day in a bright mood at least. I might go crazy if not.” Tony changed the regular call to a video call, and she quickly accepted. Just to be startled. Her heart shook in pity for her man.

There was one last thing to do. I took one look up at the sky and breathed, allowing my form to phase, feeling my body stretch and rise, the shadow cast over Jesamine growing in the moonlight, elongating as four powerful paws hit the ground. I shook out my coat, happy to feel the coolness of the night upon my fur. And then I inhaled, filling my massive lungs with the air of the night and howled, the deep cry that echoed up the trees, rolling through the lands around us and carrying for miles in the still night air. At last; The Sacred Call was mine.

My wolf stirred, ears perked, feeling the sacred waters we had to reach. And for a moment, I could feel Calla's wolf struggling up inside of her, answering mine. "Stay close to me, Calla," I whispered. "We're so close.". I stared out across the wide forest as we climbed higher, the pack's territory far beneath us. The wind tore at the pines, and the world waited. They, whatever they were, Lena, Cyrus, or one of them that we had yet to reveal - would be made to pay for this.

It was a pull, a call that resonated deep within me. The mate's pull comes to a werewolf on the full moon. The word whispered through my mind, sending a shiver down my spine. I had heard stories of the mate's call, a bond so strong it transcended time and space. But I had never felt it myself, not until now. My heart quickened, and I turned, following the invisible thread that drew me deeper into the forest.

Lexie’s eyes widened at his question, and she quickly turned to look at him as if saying "Are you serious?" Ram then smiled at her playfully and said— “I am.” A few moments later, Lexie smiled as well. Without another word, she grabbed his hand and led him down a winding path, ignoring his mischievous chuckle. “I can hear the waterfall.” Ram whispered excitedly, making her giggle. “Yes, we’re almost there.” She said, smiling as she heard the sound of rushing water and birds chirping. A few more steps, and they were greeted by a breathtaking paradise.

******** HACIENDA VALLADOLID Thomas was laughing at the little boy who couldn’t control the horse, which kept running and running all over the place. Some of the maids had come out of the house when they heard the desperate screams of the boy. Also, some farmers did try to help but the horse was like a wild beast ready to kick whoever came into its way. The boy screamed for help, cried but never let go of the horse's reins. Finally, Valeria came out. With a hand on her wait, she observed the world burn.

Wilder was in his apartment, feeling bored and restless. It was the weekend and he badly wished there was either work or school. He wanted to see those triplets or Olivia. He was checking out channels on the television when his phone beeped and he grabbed it. “Rogues are attacking us” It was a brief message and his eyes blazed with fury as he rushed out, he went to grab his keeps and raced out of the house to the woods. He reached and dashed out, forgetting about the car as he shifted when no one was in sight and raced in. He reached the back house to see everywhere disorganized and his people running around.