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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.

"The 'Wild' doesn't respond to the Cradle. If you put Rowan in there, you won’t get a god. You’ll get a meltdown that will level this mountain range." ​"We’ve spent five years and three billion dollars refining the interface, Nora," Victoria replied, her voice as sharp as a diamond-tipped drill. "The 'Wild' is just unrefined data. The Cradle is the refinery. We don’t need the boy’s cooperation. We only need his nervous system." ​Behind her, the other eleven Directors stood like statues. They weren't soldiers, but they were something worse: they were the architects of the world's misery, the people who had signed the checks for every experiment that had ever scarred me.

I stopped in my tracks when I noticed two rogue wolves cornering Violet up against a tree trunk, growling at her and baring their sharp canines with intent to kill their prey. Without wasting time I lunged at the rogues who were a second away from descending on Violet. Sia’s sharp claws pierced the rogue and with her elongated canines, she bit the other rogue tossing them against the rough earth. I scanned the bloody mess of the lifeless rogues on the ground, and yet many rogues came out from the woods. I felt my anger and frustration rise all the more within me as I went for the closest rogue, pierced my claws, and pulled out his heart. I struck my feet in the puddle of his blood that gushe

a dark witch shrieked, frantically trying to cast a portal spell, but my plants slithered up her legs, binding her arms to her sides and smothering her dark flames instantly. Beast let out a bone-chilling roar that echoed across the mountains, lunging into the thick of the enemy lines. His giant black paws crushed rogue armour like paper, his jaw snapping with lethal precision as he cleared a path right beside my expanding forest. Together, we were an unstoppable force of nature and primal rage. "Hold the line!" Rudolf yelled, his eyes widening in awe as my plants systematically disarmed every witch on the field without killing them outright, trapping them in thick wooden cages.

Amid the crisp sound of glasses colliding, I took a sip of the cold beer. The chill slid down my throat, but somehow, it warmed my heart. The road ahead was long, yet there was no reason to look back. Somewhere out there, beyond the horizon, an open wilderness was still waiting for me.

"Mr. York, there’s a place outside of Confluence Base City. You will find all kinds of animals infected with the zombie virus there. There are also many zombies, zombie-hunting teams, and wild martial artists that enjoy seeking treasure in the Wilderness. Old Master Sandford eyed Lucas enquiringly. He did not know if Lucas would be happy with his recommendation. Lucas thought that the place seemed quite interesting and would be worth making a trip to. Lucas stayed in Confluence Base City for three more days. The Top Three Families were busy supervising the outer city’s restoration lest zombies continued to attack their city. Three days later, Lucas bade farewell to Old Master Sandford and le

am sorry," she whispered to herself. Thinking how to bring Jacob back, even if she had to be on her knees just for him to forgive her and expect her the way she is, them so be it . She not going to let her stupidity to sand on her way to happiness again. A twig snapp in the bushes, and a thrill of fear shivered down her spine. She realised with an unpleasant jolt how vulnerable she was, it wasn't something she let herself think about very often; Rogue attack. Otherwise she would go stark raving paranoid and lose her nerve entirely.

"My name is Wade and I'm a rogue werewolf. A rogue werewolf is a werewolf without a pack, and a rogue werewolf roams around alone and is considered to be a wild and unpredictable wolf. That is all very true because wolves are created in such a way that we are all bound to each other and in that way we create a pack. Wolves aren't meant to be independent because we depend on others around us for our strength. I won't go into detail about why I'm a rogue because it's something I'll only share with my baby when she asks me but a wolf is never a rogue by choice. When that bond of love is broken between a wolf and his pack, it drives the wolf and the man within the wolf mad." "No pack will take i

His strong arms slipper around my waist and warm breath fanned the skin of my neck. “I was looking for lizard, I have three at home” “I didn't know that” “It’s my secret pet, they are fascinating to watch” “But not as fascinating as you” I remain quiet, my heart would have swollen by now.Ethan has many ways to make me feel good about myself, either with his words or action. I am starting to like this life. ***

The worrying thing is that knew she wasn't joking. A wolf is always its most dangerous on its first shift which is why you should shift in the forest, where there's no one for you to hurt and you can just enjoy the freedom of being able to shift in the first place. "I can't hate her because she doesn't have anyone. Her parents were murdered by our father and her brother was tortured and used as a weapon to kill her by James. She's my mate and I have to be there for for her," I told Jamie honestly.