Wild And Free Novels & Stories

Smiling softly at the strength that the woman was trying to lend her. It made her heart beat faster; she was beginning to have feelings for the wolf. Candy didn’t look like she would be the affectionate type to Annie, with her wild pink streaked blue hair. Her arms were bare in the tank top she had on, showing arms that were muscular from beating away at her drums. Her shorts didn’t do much to cover up legs that were toned and strong from hours spent running.

Riley’s POV The warehouse stood like a jagged tooth against the gray sky. It smelled of rust, salt, and impending death. I looked at the nine girls standing around me. We were the "Wild Cats," the lethal weapons of the Triplets. But today, I didn't want to be a weapon. I wanted to be free. I checked my belt. My pistol was heavy. I felt the cold handle of the knife hidden in my pocket. It pressed against my thigh, a sharp reminder of the world I lived in.

Chapter 3 “ Honey! calm down…!! Think about your blood pressure!!” There were shouts and screams and lots of yelling that evening in the fox household, the news of Piper running away from their home enraged Nicholas to his end. Piper was rebellious since she was in her teenage years, Winter wasn't surprised with her sister. She was applauding in the corner for doing something fearlessly like she had 'actual balls'. “I can't calm down! What if she gets kidnapped!? What if she dies While driving or travelling?” Nicholas' voice breaks at the end, it's not a secret for Nicholas to be overly sensitive at the word 'travel'

I am the wolf beneath his skin and I deserve to be free. I don't just run, I fly. My paws barely touch the ground. I tear through the forest, a black shadow against the white snow, dodging trees, leaping over fallen logs, the cold air a glorious, cleansing burn in my lungs. This is what my father hated. This power. This wildness. This freedom. He was wrong. This isn’t a lack of control. It’s the honesty of instinct, the purity of motion. There are no politics here, no double-meanings, no council meetings, no attractive bastards stealing kisses. There is only the the air and the trees and the movement.

My wolf body moved effortlessly through the shadows, guided by instincts that were too often suppressed in our human lives. Sebastien, in his wolf form, chased after me, allowing me to take the lead. The thrill of being pursued added to the excitement of the run. We weaved through the trees, the scent of pine filling the air. The chorus of howls from our wolves echoed through the woods, creating a symphony of wild freedom. It was a dance with nature, a celebration of our true selves.

The rustling leaves, the whispering wind, and the earth beneath our paws provided a soothing rhythm that calmed our troubled minds. We ran through the dense forest, our bodies fluid and agile. Each stride propelled us forward, our paws barely touching the ground. With each step, the burdens of the company, the deceit, and the battles faded away. It was just Derick and me, embracing our true nature and finding solace in the simplicity of the wild. For hours, we explored the wilderness, letting the serenity of the surroundings wash over us. The worries and troubles of the business world seemed distant and insignificant compared to the freedom we experienced in our lupine forms.

The energy buzzed in the air, thick and electric, and for a split second, envy twisted sharp in my chest. If I hadn’t been reckless. If I hadn’t trusted the wrong people. If I hadn’t lost everything. I could’ve been running a place like this, my name on the door, champagne flowing, power humming beneath my heels. “Alright,” Casper said as he parked, turning to us with a grin that promised trouble. “Tonight, no thinking. No problems. Just fun. We own the night. Deal?” Addy and I exchanged a glance, something unspoken passing between us, then shrugged.

The trees, the ground, the air — everything was alive, vibrant, resonating with the essence of my wolf. Every leap, every movement, was a cry of freedom. Roxy knew no bounds, had no fear. She was pure strength, instinct, and power. Together, we ran aimlessly, just savoring the feeling of being one with nature, exploring the night with a passion I had never experienced before.

Maybe in the future, I would fall in love with someone else. Perhaps one beautiful day, I would meet the person who would walk the rest of my life with me.

"What do you want from me?" "Help." "How can I help you?" "I wish to be free. The Deanton will set me free." And she leaped from the roof, her voice echoing as she disappeared. "Where the water does not cease."