Wild Bill From Green Mile Novels & Stories

It's barely a whisper, but it's the loudest sound in the universe. My body shutters with a heavy shiver as the mate bond moves from the surface, deep into the nooks and crevices of my spirit. Justice purrs blissfully and Milo’s body relaxes. When I open my eyes, I look at my arm. The puncture holes from Ghost’s claws are shrinking, leaving nothing but a trail of blood. There is a deep red puddle on Mom’s beige carpet below my feet.

At first, I could only hear the muffled voices of people I barely recognized. Even though I wanted to move, my body felt too heavy. Just lifting a finger suddenly felt like carrying a 60 kg dumbbell with only one hand. Little by little, the voices became clearer and I managed to identify that one of them was my secretary, Viola.

Alesha's brisk walk through the moonlit forest suddenly came to a halt when she stumbled upon a sight that sent a jolt through her senses. In the dappled moonlight, she discovered an unconscious figure lying amidst the underbrush, a woman covered in wounds and the telltale scent of blood lingering in the air. As Alesha drew closer, she recognized the familiar features of Carla, the former Luna of the Blue Moon Pack.

Startled, I get up from the bed and move toward the window, pulling back the curtain with trembling hands. Outside, under the moonlit sky, a large black wolf stands in the clearing. Its silhouette is striking against the silver light, casting a long shadow on the grass. The wolf’s eyes glow a deep, intense blue as it lifts its head and howls again, a sound that seems to resonate with the very essence of the night.

"What? Riley, what are you—" "LEAVE!" I bellowed. I reached the perimeter fence. I reached out my hand to grab the wire. I was going to go back in. I was going to save them. Then, the world turned white. BOOM! A roar like a thousand lions tore through the air. The ground jumped beneath my feet. A wave of heat slammed into my chest, throwing me backward. I hit the dirt hard. The air was sucked out of my lungs. I looked up, gasping for breath. The warehouse was gone. In its place was a towering pillar of orange fire and black smoke. Debris rained down like hailstones of fire.

He nipped his way up my neck until he reached my ear and whispered, “You’re bad, Brenda. You’re bad and I fucking love it.” “I prefer wild,” I breathed out, finishing on a moan. “You’re bad and you’re wild.” He picked up his pace. “You’re my wild, tempting bitch. Don’t go soft on me.” I laughed, my fists clenching above my head. “Never.” And when I cummed, it was hard and it was wild.

A massive, jet-black shape crashes down from the top of the cliff like a falling mountain. The impact creates a shockwave that throws me backward against the hard stone wall. The air is instantly filled with the deafening, bone-crunching sound of snapping jaws and agonizing howls. I open my eyes, my breath catching in my throat. Brielle Whitmore is standing right in front of me. Her iron daggers are covered in dark rogue blood, her short hair wild, her blue eyes blazing with an intense, terrifying wolf light as she drives her blade straight into the chest of the second rogue, pinning the beast to the frozen earth.

This will not be an easy fight, but we have to hold off as long as possible. Blair takes flight and flies over them, getting Ghost's attention just like she hoped she would. While Blair is busy taking blasts from Ghosts and breathing fire at him like a fucking dragon, I face off with Liam and Sage. Liam is a large brown wolf with some hints of black in his fur. Meanwhile, Sage is a small to medium red wolf with hints of brown in her fur. Sasha is bigger than both, but size doesn’t always matter with our kind.

Natalie stormed out of the cabin, jumping onto his snow sledge and tearing into the white wilderness. The pain inside his chest was suffocating! He had resolved to establish a brand-new cycle for his wolf. Why did Collins choose this exact moment to force Victor’s situation into his ears? Natalie wept blindly as the sledge sped through the trees. Mary Whitmore, who was checking the outer perimeter traps, saw the sledge nearly collide with a massive pine. She sprinted across the snow, grabbing the reins. “Natalie, what has thrown your wolf into panic?”

Something was off, but he couldn't really place what it was. Wilder knew his only reason being here, helping Daemon, was because of Lilian. She was the legendary blue wolf, even if she didn't know about it. He knew. He wanted to watch things unfold. Wilder remembered the sharp blue eyes that kept whispering to him in his sleep. 'What ends the Predator is what will end you.' Everything fell back to Lilian. The blue wolf that was also capable of killing him too. “Has Giselle been found?” Hailey asked, and everyone perked up a bit.