The Wild Within Novels & Stories

Wyatt pulls out of me just as he orgasms, his come dripping down my bare thigh. He rests his head against my shoulder, trying to steady his rapid breathing. I stare past him at the wall. Four minutes. For four minutes I was happy again. I felt something. I forgot! But now, it's all rushing back. All the pain and the crushing, lonely misery. I have to get up, clean myself, put on my dress and go back out there. I can't escape the truth of the situation. Wilder is gone and I am here at his funeral to mourn him. I am broken and I am lost. Quick sex on a funeral parlor sink isn't going to fix that. Nothing will fix that. I might as well have died with him.

All the voices around him muffled as if they were underwater. For a few moments, Kyle forgot what was happening until he felt a painful sensation between his legs as someone tried to enter him. ~ Shade wasn't surprised at the resistance he encountered once he entered the woods. It was almost as if they were guarding the bastards trying to rape Kyle. Their pathetic eyes widened, and the color drained from their faces when they saw a wolf way larger than it should be, bloodied, covered in chunks of Goddess knows what, eyes burning red, smoke barreling from its body, and a rumbling roar that sounded just as deafening as a tornado.

But it had happened to the Gray’s; one of the strongest breeds of our kind. Though she had the signature silver blonde hair of a white wolf, Wilda had not turned or showed the signs of turning when she had turned thirteen, as most white wolves did. The situation had been of interest to packs around the Crimson Hills pack that was led by her late father, may the moon goddess rest his soul, and many had thought that perhaps she was a late bloomer.

“Oh, please, Charles, I have so much to do right now and I don’t have the stomach to digest your stupid accusations or lectures. Believe me, that’s something I don’t need.” “How come can you be so cold-hearted? Are you insane? You sent someone to kill people like you had sent him to hunt some bunnies!” “Why don’t you make me a solid, ah?” “Valeria, you’re a damn murde-” “Get the hell out of here if you’re not here to give me solutions!” “You’re crazy! You’re crazy, Valeria!” Then, Charles went out. When he closed the door behind him, Charles gave himself a minute to breathe normally. He was indeed fearing that wild woman, not, she was no longer a woman, she could no longer be a human being…

I put on my helmet, and mounted my big bike, and revved the engine, and I drove away from the Winner estate, and I wanted to be as far away from Victoria. I found the perfect spot to release my anger, and when I arrived at the foot of the Zenith mountain, I took off my helmet and ran inside the wilderness as I shifted into my wolf form. I can see through the darkness, and I feel alive and whole again as I reconnect to my wolf self. I howled as I ran along the forest trail, and it felt liberating to be on the mountain once again regarding the call of nature.

The thrill of the hunt ignited his senses, connecting him to his base primal instincts. The forest canopy overhead filtered the moonlight into a mosaic of patterns that danced across his skin. His heart thudded like the beat of distant thunder, anticipation and exhilaration intertwining in a heady cocktail of emotion. This was his element, the wild calling out to the wild within him, a reminder of his heritage and the untamed spirit that coursed through his veins.

Then Hades came keeping me out of that and forcefully pushing me into his. Then for the first time I looked at something else from the windows. In that villa I looked from the large window panes to the evergreen forest and the large garden all the time listening to the waves of the river that were only a few distance afar. Then it changed as I stood various times looking outside from The Decardo mansion. Did I ever love what I saw outside from it? What was there to even see? In the villa at least there was impending forest with no visibility of the boundaries that kept me inside. But there I could see the large walls caging me in.

With each stride, each breath of wild air, each moment of unmediated connection to the world around me, I felt myself returning – not just the queen or the mate or the mother-to-be, but Emma, the werewolf who had run these forests long before crowns and conspiracies had complicated her life. I burst into a small clearing, sunlight breaking through the clouds to illuminate my white fur, and knew with bone-deep certainty that this – this freedom, this wildness, this connection to my true nature – was what I needed to protect my daughters. Not walls or guards or well-intentioned lies, but strength and speed and the fierce joy of being exactly who I was meant to be. Theo would be furious. The se

And that he used my mother the way he did, and then discarded her when she became an inconvenience. I can’t forgive any of it, and I want him dead at my hands. I’m distantly aware of the storm kicking its way into the atmosphere over my head, and I know that that storm came from the tempest inside of me. But it feels so good to let it out. It feels like I have it on a leash, and I can direct it anywhere I want it to go. My wolf is at the surface, feeding my wildness, but I know she won’t break through. I have that aspect of myself completely under control too.

I slip into a backless gown, the fabric clinging to my curves, revealing the delicate tattoo that runs along my spine, a little secret of mine. I run my fingers lightly over it, remembering who I am underneath it all: strong, wild, and untamed, even when the world wants to cage me. Tonight, I will be dazzling. Tonight, I will pretend. Because survival isn’t about what I feel, it’s about what they see.