Wild And Free Novels & Stories

“You would and should. The pack often comes through my lands on their freedom runs.” “What’s a freedom run?” I ask. “Are they called something different where you are from?” she asks, looking at me with curiosity. “A freedom run is where every werewolf in the back shift at once. We give into our wolfly urges of running and acting wild. It’s liberating, and a good bonding experience for the pack.” “Ah,” I say. I suppose that makes sense. As a human, I’ve never participated in anything like that, but I remember there being something similar back in my own pack, even though it’s called something different.

Here, freedom is within my reach. Into the woods, my inner wolf felt ecstatic being free. I called it my inner wolf because despite being a slave, I have the strength, speed, and sense of a wolf. Even more pronounced and amplified. Only I am not a wolf. I think my body adapts to the way of life here. Many times I wish to be like them. Out here, shifting and running free. Maybe then my pack would be kind to me.

Liberty’s POV ‘This is what it’s all about Liberty. The feel of the dirt beneath our paws, the scent of pine on the breeze and the freedom to run and hunt.’ Justice digs her paws into the dirt and the sensation of fulfilment filters into my mind. Justice has been as much a prisoner as I. I’m elated for her, to be out her in this beautiful wilderness, where she belongs.

Free. I staggered upright on legs that weren’t mine. Paws pressed into the dirt. My vision sharpened until the night wasn’t dark at all—it was alive. Every rustle, every heartbeat, every thread of scent burned into me like I’d always known them. The wolf. I was on four legs. The forest clearer, the world louder, the air crisper than it had ever been. My paws dug into the dirt, and I felt alive. No, more than alive. I felt… free.

I was no longer confined to the limitations of my human form, and the world I once knew had expanded into something far more complex and mysterious. The sensation of my extraordinary power pulsed within me, a wild and untamed energy that yearned to be set free. I wanted more. I needed freedom to unleash it, to run wildly through the feral wilderness, feeling the wind in my hair as my legs carried me with an exhilarating speed.

Wild wanted to run. It had taken awhile for Wild to pull away from the outside world, from the need to keep going and never stop. Elaine had to physically pull him back a little. "Come on, we should get you guys back inside." With one last look back out, he followed Elaine back inside. Back to the office bedroom. Westley and Tiffany were already flicking through the cartoons. Wild couldn't get it out of his head. The beauty of it all. He was mesmerized by the pretty sky, the blueish green grass, the forest, so full of life. He'd been so close to it all to the dreams he'd been dreaming up for the past year, maybe longer.

Soon I'll be free. Free to run in the forests again. Free to shift completely again. Free to track. Free to hunt. And free to rip apart the humans that took everything from me.

As he watched the woman dripping with perspiration while carrying the wild pig, he murmured to himself. He said to himself, "I didn't even do anything," as he walked away. The lady jumped into a nearby river. This is the river that she visited the day before, in which she can both drink and wash. "Whoa!" When the man spotted the river, he let out an excited shout. Savannah shrugged her shoulders and then began to clean the pig. She is incredibly skilled as a result of the fact that her brothers previously abandoned her in the wilderness so that she could learn how to survive on her own without depending on them.

Multi-colored flags flap in the light breeze along the park’s periphery and the pavilion itself is trimmed with floral studded swags and twinkle lights. A hush settles over the crowd as we make our way to the pavilion where Ian, Darby, Sean and Jack wait. To the opposite side, four fully garbed Pawnee carry traditional drums and rattles. Members of Anna’s family. The Wolf People come to honor their partnership with the spirit wolf, one of their own becoming a wolf.

“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.”