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Chapter Thirty Seven (Wilder POV) I look around me and I am not in my room, the hospital or anywhere I recognize. This isn’t even the same woods I walked through years ago when I was in a coma. In fact they aren’t woods at all, it is a giant meadow and I don’t know why but I am attempting to make my way to the tree in the middle. As I approach I see Zander curled up around something. When I approach I can see it is a very small wolf, Spencer’s wolf to be exact.

I whispered, my throat raw from screaming. ​Marcus laughed, a harsh, barking sound. "Not our problem. North is the only way that doesn't lead into Ally territory. You go North, you hit the Wildlands." ​The Wildlands. ​The unclaimed territory. A vast expanse of dense, frozen forests and jagged mountains inhabited only by rogues—wolves gone mad with bloodlust—and things even worse than rogues. It was a death sentence. Kaelen hadn't just exiled me; he had politely told me to go die somewhere he wouldn't have to smell the corpse.

I put on my helmet, and mounted my big bike, and revved the engine, and I drove away from the Winner estate, and I wanted to be as far away from Victoria. I found the perfect spot to release my anger, and when I arrived at the foot of the Zenith mountain, I took off my helmet and ran inside the wilderness as I shifted into my wolf form. I can see through the darkness, and I feel alive and whole again as I reconnect to my wolf self. I howled as I ran along the forest trail, and it felt liberating to be on the mountain once again regarding the call of nature.

Brenda was a well-known whore among the police force, so he couldn’t just kill her yet. Stripping out of his clothes, he closed his eyes and let his wolf come forward, after that he went to the back and let Roland run free. The wolf loved the woods in upstate New York, the endless green and woods made it less likely to be seen, and the wildlife he came across was the best. He was able to feed freely, he was energized and felt calmed after a few hours.

Ryan grunted. "Okay," Wild said, feeling how upset and angry Ryan was with Monika. "Let's go for a run. We might feel better" Wild suggested. "You're right... It will definitely make me feel better," He said and walked out of the mansion, then morphed into a wolf to go for a long run and calm himself. Wild was running at a higher speed when a girl's sob fell on his ear. He ceased his speed, and then his eyes shot up, and his heart started beating at higher speed.

Well, he could wait until the day he died, and it still wouldn't happen. I walked into the desolate forest beyond the territory. Tonight, there was no soft bed and no temperature-controlled fireplace. Soaked and freezing, I curled up inside an abandoned hollow tree, shivering from head to toe. This was my first night in the wild as a lone wolf. But with my eyes closed and the sound of rain in my ears, I slept more peacefully than ever before.

he decided to wait for her to either calm down or talk to them. The silence stretched on as Wild looked around once more before sitting down. He could wait. Nobody was coming yet. "Wild, what's going on?" Jon whispered, to which Wild quickly shushed him. He stared up expectantly, waiting for her to recognize him as non-threatening and speak up. It took longer than either of them really liked, but if people were searching on the director's order, they weren't in Wild's range. "W-what are you..?" She finally asked. There was a guttural sound to her voice, like a growl or perhaps a meow of sorts. "A wolf hybrid. What are you?" Wild replied back. "... I am... a puma hybrid..." Wild could tell sh

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"I will be your guide in this wilderness of pain so we can find a path towards your healing." In silence, the wolf allowed himself to be led by Anna, his steps mirroring the rhythm of her footsteps. The forest, once a labyrinth of torment, now became a sanctuary of solace under her watchful gaze. Days turned into nights, and nights into days, as she introduced him to the secrets of the wild—the healing properties of the herbs, the dance of the moonlight, and the whispers of the spirits that dwelled within the ancient trees.

Practically howling in my ears. The crowd parted around me as a very naked man–The Savage himself–got up from the street and stalked straight toward me. My body immediately heated up, and my heart went haywire. As he paused inches from me with a deep scowl set on his bloody face, it was then that I understood what my wolf was trying to tell me. The Savage was my mate. Oh. My… A wild excitement pulsed through me, and I managed a slight, shaky smile. I had dreamed about what my mate would look like. Never in my wildest dreams had I…