Wild The Novels & Stories

Walsh was already on her phone, issuing orders, while Martinez grabbed his jacket. “We’ll alert every local law enforcement unit,” Walsh said. “Maya, is there anyone Jake would trust enough to go with?” “No,” she said, panic rising. “He’d never—” “The woman said she was family,” I reminded her. “Someone familiar.” Maya’s eyes widened. “Victoria. Victoria Blackwell.” Walsh frowned. “She disappeared after the warehouse fire.” “Not dead. Just hiding,” Maya said. “And now she’s trying to use Jake as leverage.”

To go straight into the jaws of the wolf hunting her down. Not a fucking chance. I reacted before she could. I lunged, slamming into her with enough force to send us both off the cliff. The world yanked sideways. Wind howled past my ears. Elise twisted midair, her wolf’s body writhing against mine, claws raking at my fur, fangs snapping dangerously close to my throat. Instinct ruled her now—pure, unchecked survival. The moment stretched, endless. Wind howled past us, the ground disappearing beneath our paws, nothing but open air and the cold abyss below.

It wasn’t always like this. WildWood was once just a quiet, peaceful forest, nestled on the edge of a small, isolated town in Terrell. The land had long been sacred to the indigenous tribes that once lived there, revered for its beauty and tranquility. They spoke of spirits, of ancient forces that resided within the trees, but these were merely stories — tales meant to keep children close to home, out of the dark places of the woods.

The occasional lightning illuminated his astonishing facial features making him look like the vampire lord of a castle. Alpha Justin, however, was no vampire nor was he a descendant of one. He is none other than the Alpha of the renowned Wild Willows pack, a pack known for its military prowess, orderliness, and oneness. The one who made all that happen was none other than this pale-looking Alpha, a man too sick to see or bask in the sun for long. The Wild willows’ secret which they kept well.

Third Person The wilderness's untamed beauty embraced the expansive territory of the Raven Claw Pack. As Chassy and Xander approached the pack's heartland, towering ancient trees stood sentinel, their branches intertwined to create a verdant canopy that filtered the dappled sunlight. A gentle breeze carried the earthy scent of pine, mingling with the sweet fragrance of wildflowers that adorned the forest floor.

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.

Out here, under the endless sky, I was just Zeke, a wolf reveling in the primal joy of the night. I leaped over fallen branches and weaved through trees, my muscles stretching and contracting with each movement. The forest was my sanctuary, and tonight, it felt like it was welcoming me home. The wind carried with it the rustle of leaves and the distant hoot of an owl. I tilted my head back, letting out a triumphant howl that echoed through the woods. It was a sound of release, of gratitude for this fleeting moment of peace. Zeke, my wolf, was silent but content, his presence melding seamlessly with mine. Together, we ran until the first hints of dawn began to creep over the horizon.

Wild, that was the name given to a wolf when he left the pack, of his own free will or exiled. The one who submitted to his instinct, to his nature and was simply that... a wild animal with red eyes, one stronger, more determined, without feelings, one that was capable of instilling fear even in an alpha himself. ***

“No, I’m not a vegetarian.” “Your issue then?” His eyes darted down to the bloodied rabbit in front of him. “You’re skinning it all wrong. If you do it like that, you won’t be able to use the hide,” she scolded. He chuckled darkly. “And what would a city-slickin’ Wild Eight know about skinning an animal?” The Wild Eight had made their home in downtown Billings. The ranchlands and mountains outside Billings were what the Grey Wolves claimed as territory, along with several subpacks farther north near Missoula, one near Helena, and several more down near Bozeman.

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