Novel & Cerita The Lone Wanderer

“Look, I appreciate your effort, I really do, but I want to be alone.” “You don’t have to be alone.” “I do. We have had a lot of fun but this thing between us isn’t going to work.” She stiffened, her head tilting just a little as she looked at me. “What?” “I was fooling myself. I’m not the guy you think I am. I’m a loner. The only person who has really ever understood who I was and how I was was Kade. Kade got it. He didn’t push and he didn’t try to smother me with attention and affection. He left me alone. That’s what I want. It’s what I have always wanted. I wasn’t born to be the other half to a whole. I’m a lone rider. I always have been, and I always will be.”

With Colin's departure, I suddenly felt somewhat incomplete. Without realizing it, I had run quite far. I retraced my steps along the familiar path, walking back alone, my heart burdened with sorrow. The streetlamps stretched my solitary shadow into an elongated figure as I bathed in the pale moonlight—a true reflection of my loneliness. As I walked, I absentmindedly kicked at an unsightly pebble. The pebble catapulted into the air, tracing a parabolic trajectory across the low sky before landing in some corner with a faint sound.

Snow falls slow on their shoulders. “The lambs were born weak this spring,” Gareth says that night over stew. “The fish in the high lake are few. It’s… it’s a quiet wrongness.” Up high above, Whitehorn cuts into the sky - Lysander stands still in the yard below, eyes fixed on its tip. The place they say holds the Heart. His face, though young, shows no smile. Quietly, he whispers it’s lonely. Almost too faint to catch. On the ground next to him I go down. "Tell me what's here," I say softly

His reputation precedes him: cruel, cunning, unashamedly arrogant. He waits until the crowd’s attention drifts back before stepping forward. “So this is Crescent Reign,” he says, voice loud enough to silence the chatter. “Built by the Luna who walked away from her mate, her pack, and her child. Quite the redemption arc.” The words fall like stones in a pond — ripples everywhere. I look up slowly. “Rydor,” I say, tone polite, sharp enough to draw blood. “I see you’ve practiced speaking without thinking.”

His eyes met mine. "Did you feel that?" "Yes." The air shimmered near the window. A shape began to form, coalescing from nothing, growing solid and distinct. It was a wolf, but not like any wolf I had ever seen. Its fur was the color of deep space, speckled with points of light like distant stars. Its eyes held the depth of eternity. I rose from my chair, my body tensing for a fight I did not want. "Who are you?" The wolf inclined its head, a gesture of respect rather than submission. "I am called the Wanderer. I have traveled across the void between worlds, searching for the one who carries the bridge."

He took out his phone and dialed the number he knew by heart, but it was still powered off. He stood there, staring at the screen as it dimmed, lit up again, and then dimmed once more. People passed by him constantly, some dragging suitcases, some laughing as they called home to say they’d arrived safely, and some being pulled into warm embraces, greeted with excited cries. Only he stood there alone, with nowhere to go.

Only my face, whole and marked and alive. Then I withdrew, leaving him to the dark and the wind and the howling of wolves who would never answer his call. The pup stirred in his cradle, sensing my return. I sang to him, the last song, the one I had composed in the silver cage when I thought I would die: "The bond was chain. The fire was friend. The ash was birth. The phoenix rose." He slept. I watched the moon through the high window—full, indifferent, beautiful. Tomorrow, we would run. North, first, to the territories my father had held. Then east, to the sanctuary I had built from Leon's signed parchment. Then south, to the lands I had conquered with nothing but survival.

“No, no, wait—“ I stammered, my voice barely a whisper as the choking silence, familiar and brooding filled the room, absorbing any sound that was produced. The Wanderer raised its hands, palms outstretched, beckoning me closer. Its voice resonated again, low and melodic yet carrying the weight of an overwhelming command. “Fear not, for the flames would not harm you. They’ll purify you.” Purify? To hell, I’ll be freaking toasted! I wanted to keep protesting but no words left my mouth, and the shocking thing was that my fear didn’t resonate outwards, it was like I was locked in my mind, watching myself calm before everyone when I was truly shaken within.

Lone pov The sky was cold and lonely with no cloud in sight ,as scar and i flew over the hills heading for the red witches coven its been a while I've been there ,with nothing special planed ,it wouldn't be such a bad idea if i visited now and lay low over there for a while until master juju summons me for a clearer message .