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“What did you do before driving? You have that look like you have been through some real stuff.” Wilder turned onto the main road, one hand loose on the wheel. “Military for twelve years. Got out and tried normal jobs but they bored me. Now I drive. Meet interesting people like you. Tell me, Juniper, what does a smart college girl study?” “Literature and creative writing,” I replied, feeling bolder from the drink and his attention. “I love stories about passion and risk. The kind where people do things they probably should not. What about you? Any favorite books or you more of a podcast guy during long drives?”

The ache started right about when she pulled onto the highway. It was nagging and painful, like a bad toothache, but in her belly, "This is what you get for rejecting your mate, her wolf said. She heat herself for being an omega, she didn't want to live a werewolf live, because of the way her parents died, she doesn't want to be bonded with anyone, she wanted to be free to live her life the way she wanted, like every normal person does. Instead, she mate found her when she was running away from her lover. She smiled sadly,

**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.

Wilder was in his apartment, feeling bored and restless. It was the weekend and he badly wished there was either work or school. He wanted to see those triplets or Olivia. He was checking out channels on the television when his phone beeped and he grabbed it. “Rogues are attacking us” It was a brief message and his eyes blazed with fury as he rushed out, he went to grab his keeps and raced out of the house to the woods. He reached and dashed out, forgetting about the car as he shifted when no one was in sight and raced in. He reached the back house to see everywhere disorganized and his people running around.

They pitied me for years while I planned a future that never existed. Tears blur everything. I trip over a root and fall hard, scraping my knees, but I push up and keep going. The dress tears at the hem. I do not stop to fix it. I just want to disappear. The trees grow thicker here. I realize I have crossed the border into the Wildlands. Neutral territory. Rogues. Dangerous wolves who answer to no pack. Normally that thought would terrify me. Right now it feels like exactly where I belong. Let something out here end this nightmare.

“I didn’t get my fill of them at the coven.” I know I’ve been irascible for the past month, ever since our escape from Wilder’s coven, and I know this is the reason why. The wolf within me was provoked that day, and he never got the satisfaction of defeating an enemy. “All right,” Wilder says. “I’m letting him go.” I let the wolf rise, readying myself. He ducks suddenly and rolls to the side. The Ravager lurches forward, but Wilder’s no longer there for him to attack.

The sheer number of wolves involved sent chills down his spine. Talia’s strength and energy exploded from her as she raced into the woods. She hadn’t been able to run for a couple of weeks. Luca had been too busy, and everyone didn’t think she should go alone. She missed being able to take off whenever she wanted, and it felt invigorating. The air pumping into her lungs was fresh. Her fur tingled under a slight breeze. Running as fast as her legs could move, the forest blurred past her. She didn’t slow down until she reached a sparkling stream. It looked inviting, so she stopped to take a drink. Moss covered the banks of the stream, along with delicate stemmed pink flowers. The water swirled

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.

Stavros’s POV The car sped along the highway that took me through the boreal forest, high Alpine, and rolling tundra until we reached a desolate village. I knew the place since I had come here before. It was the Wild Wain Village, the territory of the Wind Wolves. The place was cold, desolate, and uninhabitable, submerged in darkness because the clouds hanging low completely blocked the pale rays of the Midnight sun.

Aiden's POV: The cool night air rushed past me as I sprinted through the woods in my wolf form. My paws pounded against the soft earth, the rhythmic thud blending with the symphony of the forest. The moon hung high above, its silvery glow spilling through the canopy of trees, illuminating my path. The scent of pine and damp soil filled my nostrils, grounding me in this moment of sheer freedom. I felt alive, unburdened by the weight of my responsibilities and the chaos that seemed to follow me. Out here, under the endless sky, I was just Zeke, a wolf reveling in the primal joy of the night.