Wild The Novels & Stories

When Molly and I got out at Grand Marais he asked me to talk for a minute before entering the beauty salon. "Okay. Go ahead Molly. I'll meet you inside." I tell her. "What is up with you? You're acting strange..." He gaze me. "I found another Wolf on the Mall." I let out. "What?" "Eric. Do you know him?" "Eric West? Yes. He's from White Earth Band . The last wolf from the Rabbit Lack Band lineage, that merged with others to make the White Earth Band. He's probably going to College in Duluth." He answers.

The accompanying thunder crashes and booms, the cathartic percussion racing in every direction for miles. Spirit Wolf, hear me and look upon the life of Ian Gallagher, Alpha of Candlewood pack. See how he has honored the wolf spirit you put in the world. See his love and protection of his mate, like you with the Evening Star. See his devotion to pack. If Ian is lost, set his eyes to the Wolf Road between heaven and earth. Set his heart and paw on the path home. If he is gone, welcome him to the spirit fires, for he is a wise and wily wolf, a good spirit consul. Bid him be patient for his mate will not be long.

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.

“It doesn’t, child. Forever means we keep choosing.” Tare kicked dust. “But I’m tired of other people’s pain. I want my own sky.” That night, his moon pulsed red. Not from choice. From anger. He ran. Out of the Circle city. Past the buried stones that said *CHOOSE*. Past the gardens. Into the Wildlands where no wolves had gone in 500 years. The Wildlands were forbidden. Not by law. By memory. This was where the last temple of “one moon” crumbled. Where wolves once lived without choice.

She would never make it even a mile. Alan Woods drew up his horse and held his fist up to halt his men. They’d ridden all morning, searching endless trails, tracking hoofprints to no avail. All were dead ends. He slid from the saddle and strode forward to view the disturbance in the soil. Kneeling, he touched the faint hoofprints and the flattened grass to the side. It looked as though someone took a fall from a horse. Recently. He scanned the immediate area and saw a footprint in a patch of bare soil a few feet away, then lifted his gaze toward the area the person had headed. Slowly he rose, drew his sword, and motioned for his men to spread out and circle the area.

The war between the Light and the Void was ancient, but the Wild was the wild card that would change the game forever. "Emma?" Félix whispered. "Yeah?" "Next time Nathaniel talks about 'logistics', remind him that he’s basically falling in love with a 'Wild' woman himself. Maya’s been eating raw venison for three days. I think the Saint is going feral." I laughed, a bright, clear sound that echoed through the ruins of my childhood. "I think the whole world is going feral, Félix. And I wouldn't have it any other way."

Its shriek rattled the air, and the wolves outside scattered, tails tucked, as if even they would not challenge this thing. Mara was the first to strike. Her spear found the creature’s shoulder, and it roared, the sound shaking the ground beneath their feet. Caleb leapt forward to drive his blade into its ribs, but the Wild swatted him away like a ragdoll, slamming him against the cave wall. His scream cut short, replaced with a grunt of pain. “Hold the line!” Silas bellowed, his voice carrying over the chaos. He swung his iron-edged axe, cleaving into the Wild’s chest. The beast staggered but didn’t fall. Its black eyes locked on him, burning with hunger.

The world around me appears in vivid clarity, every scent, sound, and sight amplified. In this pivotal moment, I discover my true nature, embracing the wild spirit within me. I howl at the ceiling , my voice blending with the night, a symbol of my newfound identity. It's a transformative experience that awakens a deep connection to the natural world and my own inner power, finally I have wolfed out for the first time In the face of danger.

He moaned as he kicked the man’s warehouse. “Let me go you gay!” He pressed his foot harder in his stomach. “A-aww Bro! T-that’s right bro Aw!” “Tsk.” Wilder let go of his foot. He watched him run away from his sight. “Who’s gay now?!” He smirked when he stumbled on his feet. Cheers roared in the forest. It all came from the camping ground where everyone is jumping in excitement, except for one person. Wilder’s brows raised at the scene he entered. His eyes landed in a blind fielded guy holding a red baseball bat in the air. Every stroke of it is similar to those who are watching in a circle.

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…