Romans & histoires Wild A Novel

Suddenly, Aurum lost her footing and tumbled off the cliff, disappearing into the darkness below. Hazel woke up after what felt like ages and nestled beneath the bushes. Pain surged through her human form, and a sticky liquid covered her skin. Naked, surrounded by the wilderness, she trembled with a fear she'd never known before, her own wolf unsettling her with unspoken troubles. She reached out, calling for her wolf, but the night swallowed her voice, leaving her alone in the darkness.

I took a few deep breaths before facing the girl in front of me. "Alexis, stop talking like that. Do you know what it means to be a wild wolf? Wild wolves are those who are not bound to any pack. They don't belong to any group," I said, shaking my head at her almost closed eyes. When I took her hand, she surprised me by slapping my hand away. "Why..." I started to ask, but my words were cut off when she began to speak. "I know what a wild dog is, you fool! That's because I am a wild dog! I left the Black Mist pack. And that's not all. I rejected my mate. Now tell me, am I wrong?" she said, her words echoing in my ears.

Without hesitation, the wolf darted back into the depths of the forest, a spectral figure blending seamlessly with the moonlit foliage. Drew, compelled by an inexplicable force, pursued the enigmatic white wolf. The forest, alive with whispers of ancient tales, seemed to guide him through the labyrinth of shadows and moonbeams. The chase became a dance between the human and the untamed, a journey that blurred the lines of reality and the mystical.

**The Wild Wolves** Aria meandered through the lush, vibrant forest, a world alive with an intricate tapestry of sights, sounds, and scents. Each step enveloped her in the rich aroma of damp earth and blooming wildflowers, the vibrant hues of greens and browns intertwining like an artist's brushstrokes across the landscape. Having spent the past few weeks in this enchanted new home amidst the towering, ancient trees and dappled sunlight, she had cultivated a deep affection for the tranquility and solace the wilderness offered—a cherished escape from the chaotic clamor of her former life.

Why did my father dare be on their bad side? In the presence of two alpha wolves, my father and Damian, my young alpha wolf had felt out of place and jittery, almost seeking to assert an impossible dominance. I had opted to take a walk and clear my mind. Then I’d met Wilda, stark naked in the woods of her family’s lands. The man-made forest was breathtaking, but a naked Wilda almost stopped my heart. What had struck me as impossible at the time was the lack of any scent on her. She smelled like fresh air, not like soap, or any kind of lotion or deodorant, not even bodily fluids. Her scent was perfectly masked in the environment around her. I never would have known she was there if I hadn’t s

Leaves and twigs crushed beneath his weight as he sprinted through the underbrush, the wildness of the wilderness matching the untamed fury in his heart. As he raced deeper into the woods, memories of the encounter with Alpha Drake and Amanda, coupled with what happened at Jane's home tore at William's heart. He had heard stories of lone wolves seeking solace in the embrace of nature, finding peace amidst the untamed beauty of the forest. In his anger and confusion, he hoped that the wilderness would grant him the clarity he so desperately needed.

Sometimes I accidentally disturbed some of the wildlife, but I tried not to get in way of anything. With every step, I keep my senses completely open. Listening for any movement around me, watching for everything, or a whiff of a scent. It was quiet and the forest seemed almost mystical. Usually, there was a wide open space that everything spread out. From the trees, to the foliage, to even the bugs and wildlife, everything was so much more condensed here.

Wyatt asks him, pulling back with bright eyes. “I know. Come into the living room. I'll explain everything.” Wilder stands up, picking me up with him and carrying me into the living room. He sits on the couch, keeping me in his arms, much as he did when I was a child. When Wyatt joins us, Wilder speaks. “You know that Isolde and her man were messed up in some crazy shit. When I got there, he was trying to stop her from leaving but she told him that she knew they were coming. Then suddenly shots are being fired and I try to stop Mom from being hit. I remember feeling a horrible pain and then nothing. I woke up in an ambulance on the way to the hospital and the sheriff was with me. I told him

Now all I knew were the basics and that wasn't helpful at all. If only I wasn't running out of options... And if only the weird transferee wasn't my now bestest friend, Jessy, who didn't want to talk about it anymore. Wild Oaks was a town surrounded by woods which no one dared to enter without permission. They said trespassers who attempted to sneak in never got out of the woods anymore. If that's true, I would never know.

“You did nothing wrong.” Her pulse refused to slow. The Northern Wolves. The book. She had taken it without understanding why, back when escape had been all instinct and terror. Taken it from Lucian’s study, heart racing as if it already knew it mattered. It told a history Wildbourne never taught. Wolves as balance. Hunters as something broken long ago. Some nights she believed it completely. Other nights, she feared it was dangerous just to read. It had become Ever’s favourite story. Now she knelt in the sandpit, holding Ever close, eyes darting as the ground beneath them seemed to hum.