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I guess those porno books she read taught her something. That’s right. I knew all about the steamy little books she delved into. Sweet little Violet had no clue how close she was, and in her ignorance, managed to say the one thing that would send me straight off the edge. “What about your wolf, Hael. Doesn’t he want me?” Every animal instinct I had that had once lay dormant now flared to life, each one awakening the next. Before I could blink a wildfire had broken out and my control slipped, fluttering in the breeze and carried away with each sizzling ember.

ARIES POV The journey to Great Falls was almost unbearable. I had to fight my way through bushes and thorns, parts of the forest so wild, no one has ever hiked them. My legs burned with every step. Finally, I burst out onto the highway and dashed across before a moving vehicle could repeat history. I jogged through a sparse patch of woods. Through the bare winter trees, rooftops appeared in the distance and relief washed over me. Civilization. I hated stealing clothes from the civilians, but what choice did I have? I couldn't wander into a city naked. And walking around as a wolf was out of the question.

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The deeper we walked into the pack grounds, the more raw and depraved the scenes became. A female alpha was fucking a male beta right in the middle of the main path, her thick strap-on slamming into his ass while he moaned like a bitch in heat. Another group was in a full orgy near a large bonfire — at least fifteen wolves tangled together in a mess of limbs, tongues, cocks, and pussies. Cum dripped everywhere. No one cared who was watching. I was eighteen. Pure. Innocent in every sense. But as I walked through this den of savage, unrestrained lust, something dark and terrifying stirred deep inside me.

We never went back to normal, and honestly, none of us wanted to. That wild night changed us all. Some secrets don’t destroy you, they open doors you never knew existed. The End

’ as she dove in for another search. Taking the book, he realised it was a thinnish volume, in mint condition, and had Diamanda’s own picture on the back. Good God, it was her latest novel! One he hadn’t read but was dying to. It wasn’t even due out till next month. He studied the title - Watching Me, Watching You - then carefully flipped it open.

Then I saw it dark plumes rising over the waterfront. Fire. They’d set a fire. The old Stone warehouse loomed ahead ,one of the many properties my family owned and abandoned years ago. I parked a block away and ran toward it, keeping to the shadows. My pulse thundered in my ears. Through a broken window, I saw movement inside. Maya stood in the middle of the empty space, turning slowly as if searching for something. She looked small against the massive concrete walls, lost and confused. But she wasn’t alone.

“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.”

The aftermath is nothing like Aquina expects. The agony and euphoria of the claiming leave her boneless, skin hypersensitized, every breath scraping raw at the hollow of her throat. Where instinct should have demanded retreat—shame, panic, the urge to barricade herself behind a wall of ice and silence—she finds only quiet. A strange, luminous quiet, like the minute after a lightning strike, when the world holds its breath and nothing dares to move.

It wasn’t every day I got to see the Savage himself at one of these races. I tilted my head skyward, spotting rows upon rows of werewolves lining the rooftops of the buildings–the onyx sky dappled with the brilliant glow of their eyes. It was a kaleidoscope of color as they peered around, leaving warped, mystical shapes in their wake. My attention snagged toward a woman standing a few people to our left, raising her candy-red blouse and flashed her chest toward the bikers. Her shrill voice carried over the crowd despite the noise as she shouted, “Savage! Hey Savage! Look here, baby!”