Wild A Novel Novels & Stories

When Molly and I got out at Grand Marais he asked me to talk for a minute before entering the beauty salon. "Okay. Go ahead Molly. I'll meet you inside." I tell her. "What is up with you? You're acting strange..." He gaze me. "I found another Wolf on the Mall." I let out. "What?" "Eric. Do you know him?" "Eric West? Yes. He's from White Earth Band . The last wolf from the Rabbit Lack Band lineage, that merged with others to make the White Earth Band. He's probably going to College in Duluth." He answers.

"She said the first time it happened was when she was eight. She set her ma's garden on fire and woke up on her bed with her mama asking her questions about her memory. Her mother always feared that she might have memory loss whenever she woke up. After that, we learned that she'd black out whenever she used the flame after having something akin to a migraine, but it depended on how large it was. She could light a lamp or a cigarette with ease and very minimal headache, but she'd complain of feeling really dizzy and go to bed. The one and only time she said this happened was the night her sister was taken but I think her turning to wolf somehow halted the convulsion and the only thing she re

Clara Yanuwah stood on the cliffs above Caligo Cove, her boots sinking slightly into damp, salted earth. The wind carried the scent of decay—not fish, not seaweed, but something far older. Stagnant blood and rotted prayers. She clutched her grandmother’s journal tighter beneath her coat. Each page had led her closer. Each memory had cost her more. Now, at the edge of the world, Clara faced the unfamiliar truth of the ocean’s echo—that WildWood had a twin born not of roots and bone, but tide and silt.

Yes… If I could just reach it… The back doors flew open. “There you are, you sneaky bitch.” I froze. A tall, thin man stood in the doorway. My eyes immediately dropped to the leather cut covering his chest. Wild Ridge. My stomach twisted. No… That couldn’t be right. Either he belonged to the club… Or he’d stolen the cut. He climbed inside and crouched beside me. Before I could pull away, his fist tangled in my hair. I cried out as he yanked me toward him. “Lightfoot’s been looking all over for you,” he sneered. “Wonder how happy he’ll be when I hand over his little hacker whore.”

But it was as if everything had been erased from my mind, leaving only the last twenty-four hours, which had been nothing but a nightmare. The two were all full an hour later, and the two men's conversation had died away. I was still deep in thought, but as I snuggled into a thick blanket, I gradually felt my body relax. My experience here in the wilderness can be frightening, but it also provides opportunities to personally experience wilderness. In a rapidly urbanizing world, understanding the benefits of interacting with nature is critical for maintaining and improving well-being. In the back of my mind, the little girl's words kept ringing.

Lexa The compound came into view as we broke through the tree line, the cabins and watchtowers bathed in the pale glow of the rising moon. The sight should have brought relief. Safety. But my legs felt weak beneath me, my lungs raw from the miles running in my escape. My heart weighed heavy with guilt. Every step closer to the Wilde Pack was a reminder of how much danger I’d brought to their door. My flank throbbed where claws had torn through skin—it was healing, thanks to Vivi and the Starfire, but the ache lingered reminding me of what I'd done.

“Not in the diner. Outside. To the music of the street, of the air around it. If the song turns sharp… if it turns predatory… you’ll feel a chill. That’s your signal. You get up and walk out.” Magic intuition. Another kind of shield. They were arming her as best they could. They were drawing a circle of protection around her as she walked into the wolf’s den. Tess finally took a sip of her tea. It had gone cold. She looked past them, out the window. The moon was setting, washing the quiet buildings of Willow Creek in a final, pale wash of silver. An innocent town. A sleeping town. Somewhere beneath its peaceful surface, in the deep veins of the forest, a hidden world was stirring. A world of

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.

Get away for awhile? Tessa bolts through the door beneath Ian, and once outside, flutters silvery dragonfly wings and sails over the courtyard wall. With a dainty bound, I follow, clearing the fence easily. Surrendering myself to my wolf half, I dash through the moonlit forest, my great black wolf mate at my side. *The End* Author's Note: