The Call To The Wild Novels & Stories

" His voice rose, enthusiasm infectious. "So let us run, wild and free, under the moon's watchful eye! Let us honor our heritage, our pack, and the unbreakable bonds that tie us together!" As Denzel's words faded away, the pack's response was instantaneous. A chorus of howls erupted, rising into the night air like a haunting melody. The sound swelled, echoing through the forest, as the pack's voices blended in perfect harmony. Claudine joined in, her howl intertwining with Denzel's, while Ember and Ash squealed with delight, their tiny voices attempting to mimic the pack's primal call.

When we reach the forest that borders Admis’s property I know we are going to make it and I can feel the wilderness call to me. ‘Jonas. Can you call Gregory or his father’s pack to come and help us.’ The idea bursts into my head. We leap a fallen tree and I sail an extra ten feet further than Jonas. He lands heavily and I know he isn’t going to be able to run much longer. No doubt Admis is gathering his forces to come after us and there is no telling how many there will be. ‘I have told him we are coming.’ Channons weak voice filters into my head. He is close to passing out and I won’t be able to carry him if he can’t hold on. I’m a wolf and I’m part of a pack. Can I call someone to help us

Harmony has never talked to me about such a thing. She looked intrigued. “Good to hear you are acknowledging your wolf spirit. The calling is something males from our species do to attract or soothe the females. I wasn't sure it was going to work but I had to try. We don't want to push our aura on our partner, so we make use of the calling instead of the command which is used to execute orders and is not meant to be an abuse of power.” I explained. “I had a glimpse last night. Your chest vibrated.” Viviane stated.

Then I unfortunately receive a call from my father. "Yes. They said it was an animal attack. Two. Females. One forty years old and the other mid-twenties." I sense her awakening. I'm not in the mood for answering his questions. "I need to take care of my ogimaakwe. G'gizhiitaa ina? Urgh." I loose my nerve and smash the phone to the back of the car. Annoying little wolf. I smile knowing she awoke now. "I know you are awake. I sense you're breathing faster..."

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.

"They know who did this!" That grabs his attention and his wild black eyes snap to Camille. He looks at her with so much venom, I have to obstruct her from his view. "Then they can help from outside my territory." The Demon's Call - Coming soon! 😊

I didn’t know who they were or why they were calling me. Their voices were like a dream, and it led me to take step after step, “Maliya.” It urged, pulling me, “Maliya, Maliya, Maliya.” I pushed the green leaves away and walked into the forest. The voice went silent as I stepped away from the plants to see a large black wolf standing in the middle of the forest. Its eyes were a blazing blue, and slowly the wolf lowered his head, his snout touching the ground. Other wolves slowly moved closer, their golden eyes watching as I froze by a plant.

The whispers of the pack seemed far away now, and only the quiet call of the wild remained. Suddenly, the silence was shattered—a howl rang through the night, rich and resonant, bursting from the thicket like a secret that had been held too long. It wasn’t a challenge, nor the sharp call of a hunt. It was something deeper, more intimate—a song woven from the sorrow of lost years and the fragile hope of reconciliation.

Her words resonated with a glimmer of hope, a flicker of resilience that began to ignite within each pack member. "Greenwood pack!" She called out. "UuUuUuUuUu…" They all howled in response, their howls echoing through the night, a symphony of grief and determination. "Greenwood pack!!!!" Cassandra called out again, her voice rising in intensity. And a primal howl erupted from the Greenwood pack again, a chorus of voices that echoed through the ancient forest. Their cries mingled with the wind, a declaration of vengeance and justice. The ground beneath their feet seemed to tremble with the weight of their howls.

The eyes staring into mine were even lighter than his hair, clear as the rain. I tore my eyes away and gulped as he approached me with long, purposeful strides. For the first time in my entire life, I felt like prey. Due to my parental background, I was forced into the harsh reality that no one got my back so I had to toughen up. But this man made me feel like a squirrel… “Come with me.” He said in a deep voice that was cool like a creek over suave rocks. It did funny things to the pit of my belly.