Wild Bill From Green Mile Novels & Stories

POV: Mia (Zero) The Wildlands began where the maps stopped telling the truth. There were no border stones, no trails worn by trade or migration, just thickets of blackroot and elderpine, bent beneath generations of storms, and the bones of wolves whose names had long been taken by the wind. I followed no marked path. The medallion Chito gave me warmed against my chest as I pressed deeper into the woods, guided by instinct older than memory, by blood that seemed to remember what my mind had never been taught.

Layla ran into the woods as fast as she could, while trying to leave as little tracks behind and being as quite as possible. She hugged herself as close to the tree as she could and tried to stay as quite as she could. Layla kept her ears sharp trying to hear anything, leaves crunching, a gush of wind, anything at all. A few seconds had pass and nothing happened. Layla slowly pushed herself off the tree and turned around. The woods were empty, and the coast was clear. Layla turned around and screamed as William appeared out of nowhere.

Finch asked in a panic as I forced the wild one onto him. “Information!” I said, and he nodded his head vigorously. Now that he agreed to help, I stood before him with the wild one. I placed my hand on the wild one’s back and then held its body, stretching it until its head came off. “Fucking hell, you’re crazy!” he screamed. I tossed the wild one aside and turned to face Finch again, only to see him getting up and sprinting away from me. “Hey! You fucking liar,” I yelled, chasing after him. Even though he wasn’t a skilled fighter, I had to admit he was a fast runner.

********** ONE HOUR EARLIER HIGHWAY NUMBER 325 The more desolated he saw the road ahead, the faster he ran the blue car he had taken from the Muriel Hacienda. Charles was so worried about what he had found, but he wanted to be sure about the accusation he was about to make. He knew that if he presented what he had found as proof against the crimes of Valeria Valladolid, all the other crimes would start coming to light slowly. It seemed like Amelia was going to take her name back and Marcos start indeed living.

The air thickened with tension, a thread pulled taut and ready to snap. Mike’s roar shattered the silence. “To your posts!” Wolves scattered, some shifting mid-stride, fur rippling over skin in a blur of motion. Lila was first, her golden coat gleaming as she bounded toward the ridge, a streak of light in the dark. Sam met her father’s gaze across the clearing—he nodded once, sharp and trusting, his blue eyes fierce. She didn’t hesitate. Her boots pounded the earth as she sprinted for the cliffs, adrenaline flooding her veins like wildfire. The blood moon pulsed overhead, unblinking, a silent witness to the storm about to break.

Diana scrambled for her clothes and Miles pulled his pants up, anger and fear etched against his face. “What the fuck is this?" Miles growled and dashed towards them. One of them grabbed his hand and twisted it. My heart sank when I heard a bone snap. Miles groaned in pain and dropped to the ground, whimpering in agony. The gunshot rang again and a boy dropped dead to the ground, his blood forming a pool around him. They grabbed the girls and draped a handkerchief over their noses. The girls lost consciousness and they began to drag them out, including Diana.

Then, there was a flashing sword, the moonlight glinted off the silver blade, followed by an explosion of agony. The pain in Billy’s arm was unlike anything he had ever experienced in his life. He lay there on the ground amongst the broken cornstalks and watched with a sideways view as the black hearse plowed through the stalks for the two hunters to jump in. Then, it pulled away from the fray toward the graveyard beyond the edge of the cornfield. A few members of the pack followed but were quickly cut down by the spray of automatic gunfire from the car’s back window.

Wolves in the Storm Selena's POV The storm made ghosts of them all. Selena moved through the marsh with her blade drawn, the snow flurrying so thick that shapes drifted in and out of view like memories half-forgotten. The reeds whispered around her ankles, every frozen stalk snapping under her boots like old bones. Somewhere ahead, she heard Cassius's low whistle , the signal that the trap was set.

The weather outside turned wild again as the evening came, but the moans and groans of pleasure from the two delighted souls in the bed were blending with the swishing sound of the wind and a slight thunder from nature. The sounds of their bodies slapping at each other could have been heard from afar had it not been for the weather.

“What the hell is wrong with…” She went speechless when she looked at Wilder. “He is heading into the forest ma’am, I can’t go further or else he’d notice the car” The driver apologized and Ella nodded, alighting from the car with shock written on her face. She began tiptoeing into the forest, using her vision to see Wilder who was heading further and further. She gasped when he reached the border and was waiting for him to turn but to her shock, he crossed and she stared around, grateful that the car that had brought him had left before she hurried after him.