Wild With Rage Novels & Stories

And I’d felt it. My panic morphed into something I’d never felt before—blind rage in a heartbeat. It was all the drive I needed as I ran faster, the pain only fueling the fire roaring through my blood. Branches lashed my skin, but I didn’t care. Not when he was bleeding. Not when a rogue had dared touch him. I burst into the clearing and saw him—Zelest crouched, breath ragged, blood darkening his shirt at the ribs. A feral wolf loomed over him, claws dripping with blood that wasn’t its own.

I completely lost my mind, blindly trashing everything within my physical reach, hurling my ceramic lamps against the painted walls and watching them shatter into a thousand jagged, irreparable pieces. I tore the heavy fabric cushions directly off the sofa, my breathing ragged and entirely out of control as I systematically destroyed my own room, desperately trying to physically expel the suffocating rage that was rapidly consuming my soul. By the time the heavy darkness of the evening had completely settled over the dense, forested perimeter of modern Junylria, the destructive rage had hardened into a cold, lethal focus. I stood shoulder-to-shoulder with Alpha Magnus and Beta Ronan in the f

**Winter's POV** I stormed out of the Elders' Hall, my heart a thunderous drumming within my chest, beating against my ribcage with a fury that echoed through my very bones. The gruesome sight I had just witnessed burned into my mind, filling every thought with flames of anger and pain. I sensed my wolf beneath the surface, its feral rage simmering, begging to be released, to unleash carnage on those responsible. But I knew all too well the danger of letting go in such a state. It would be chaos and destruction—no calculated justice or order, just raw violence and uncontrollable devastation. I'd let my wolf free in rage once before, and the memory of the aftermath haunted me.

Rage without discipline. “Back,” I shout to Maya. She moves, but too slow. One rogue breaks through the line and barrels straight for Liam’s exposed side. Liam turns late, raising his arm. Maya screams. She throws herself into the path without thinking. The rogue’s claws tear across her shoulder instead of Liam’s throat. She hits the ground hard. “Maya,” Liam shouts. Everything in me snaps. The world narrows. The sound fades. I feel my wolf surge fully forward. Not shifting. Something else. Something deeper. My muscles burn and then go light, like gravity forgot me.

“And unfortunately for you… it is the wrong one.” He let go. My knees buckled. The forest spun. The night blurred into streaks of silver and shadow. But I didn’t fall. My palm caught the tree behind me with a thud, fingers gripping bark so tightly it splintered beneath my nails. A low, animal sound ripped from my throat, not pain. Not fear. Rage. Pure, ancient, awakening rage. My wolf surged, shuddering inside me, her fury so hot it singed the edges of my vision. The wound in my chest pulsed once, and sealed halfway.

Brandon Blind rage coursed through me as I stampeded through the forest. I could see the wildlife giving me a wide berth as I sped, the little rabbits and deer scampering about, the birds chittering angrily at the ruckus I was creating in the otherwise silent night. My muscles ached with fury, begging to be unleashed. The forest path coiled downhill, leading past the interstate, past the diner, past the town limits, and deep into the wilderness where the Rapid River thrashed brutally against the bank.

Kissing Ethan without seeing him was like a blessing to me, with every stroke of his tongue and small touch,I was glad I experienced a whole lot of things in my body as well as my heart. “Winter I think l-” The darkness suddenly disappeared and brightness surrounded us. I blinked back many times and the scene in front of me was something out of a horror movie. That wasn't what made me gulped, Nicholas Fox was seething with rage and the anger was directing towards Where Ethan and I stood. It was only then I realised Ethan was holding me up and my legs were around his waist.

But the woman damn near vaporized the table and chairs in her kitchen, embedding the pieces she left in actual stone walls without breaking a sweat. “Wow. A whole four?” I comment sarcastically. “Seriously though, those were some unnn-lucky fuckers. I’d rather take my chances naked with a pack of fully shifted berserker wolves than have her come after me with that rage magic again, I’ll tell you that for free.”

My heart did this stupid tumble inside my chest, and it took everything out of me not to run off as I initially planned to do. No. I was going to ruin his day. I had no idea how I would go about that, but I sure as heck would try. I clenched my fists to my sides, the need to beat the trash out of them like I did with Jace, but I had to be realistic here. The Savage–or should I call him by his real name now that we were acquainted?–was an almost-alpha of a rival pack. Hunter was a rogue, making him as unpredictable and unstable as my dad’s love life.

“Stay with me.” Aria’s wolf surged forward, bones snapping, fur breaking through skin as she shifted. The world sharpened into instinct and fury. Her paws hit the earth just as the first wave of rogues burst through the trees. It was chaos. Snarls and screams filled the night, claws tearing through flesh, blood spraying into the air. The ground trembled under the weight of wolves colliding. Aria leapt at one attacker, her teeth sinking into its shoulder as it clawed for her throat. Killian’s massive black wolf ripped through another, his growl vibrating through her chest as if it were her own.