Wilderness Elite Diary Novels & Stories

POV: Mia (Zero) The Wildlands began where the maps stopped telling the truth. There were no border stones, no trails worn by trade or migration, just thickets of blackroot and elderpine, bent beneath generations of storms, and the bones of wolves whose names had long been taken by the wind. I followed no marked path. The medallion Chito gave me warmed against my chest as I pressed deeper into the woods, guided by instinct older than memory, by blood that seemed to remember what my mind had never been taught.

Fine. A text notification chimed. Nelly: So??? How did Operation Seduction go??? I sent back a single, tearful emoji. My phone rang instantly. “That bad?” she asked, her voice softening. I narrated the disastrous events--the candles, the petals, the lingerie, the snoring. To my mortification, she burst into laughter. “Oh, honey, no! It’s tragic! I’m sorry, I shouldn’t laugh. It’s just so… Kwame.”

Eli’s voice was a low rumble against my skin as he stood and began to unfasten his own scrubs. I nodded, my breath hitching in my throat. Slowly, Eli pressed himself against me, wet and slick from his own ministrations. The first inch slid inside, and I clenched around him reflexively, my body stretching to accommodate the impossible fullness. With careful, agonizing patience, he pushed deeper until he was fully seated. A fresh fire bloomed inside me, raw and wild. It was a sensation of total displacement, of being completely filled. Robby’s hands gripped my waist, steadying my weight as the two of them began to move.

He was ready to face whatever lay ahead, knowing that he had friends by his side. As the sun began to rise over the horizon, Aric and Kaida emerged from their tent, feeling refreshed and rejuvenated. They packed up their campsite and started the trek back to civilization. Aric felt a sense of accomplishment as they walked, knowing that he had pushed himself out of his comfort zone and had survived the wilderness. He was grateful for Kaida's patience and guidance and knew that he had a newfound appreciation for nature.

But, she looked up with a fire in her eyes that froze me in place and told me she had come to the same conclusion I had so many years ago. “Sleep light,” she warned us. “Your cabin doesn’t have a lock, and you wolves are considered enemies on sight around here - amnesty pact or not.” I gave her one firm nod. Her message was clear. The door closed with a deafening click. It seemed so final. The end of a chapter. Isaac turned to me, scrunching up his nose. “That was weird,” he mumbled. I shrugged. “Not really. Significantly less weird than having fresh food during the middle of the balmiest winter I’ve ever experienced in the High Peaks Wilderness’s very own wasteland.”

"I can't sense anything with you two little girls in the background. We should plan on camping here for tonight. You two go hunt an gather, I’ll set up camp and a perimeter. Kit grumbled with his back to them.. “All right, let’s go, Tris.” Rex bolted for the trees, Tristan close behind. “That should give His Highness time to track a scent." Rex smiled, leaving Kit to his mind. _--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_- **Anaki ** ‘How do these pups assume to track us down, when they have split up already? Not to mention, no sense of Blood Instinct, anyway.’ A bulky chestnut colored wolf with gold markings linked his trio.

It looks like this will be my first and only child, and I’m perfectly content with that. Eli rolls his eyes before he breaks into a long explanation about a group of rogues who took over some abandoned resort up in the mountains somewhere, how they ambushed their vehicles, and how two of his men had died in the crash. We’re all silent for a few moments out of respect. After a while, Tristan spoke again. “Must be a really old place,” he says. “I’ve never heard of a resort anywhere around here.” “It looked relatively modern,” says Eli. “Although that piece of shit van had way more miles than the poor thing could stand. I’m shocked that it got me close enough to reach you all.”

As children Dyce and I were told not to engage with the “wild ones' ' who supported themselves without the need for “royal civility'. Those people were aimless wanderers who did nothing but take. When they saved me, I didn’t see my rescue quite so clearly. I was angry and took it out on them. I had lost my family and my home. All that I had known in my twelve years of life was ripped from me before I had time to even blink. They were patient with me and gave me time to learn to love and trust them. I consider them an extension of my family now. For years after I was taught the life of the wild ones, a name the people of the land found very endearing, how they lived in unison with the land. T

Diana grabbed a tiny turquoise knapsack from the back seat, slipped into a pair of hiking shoes, locked her car, and began the journey. She passed through the fence, past the treeline, and followed the path into the countryside for a day of solidarity. She settled into a steady rhythm, hammering out a tune while walking up the path towards her grandpa's lodge. She hadn't been back in a long time, but she remembered the trail that carried her to the middle of the wilderness. When she was a teenager, her experiences with her grandfather in these woodlands were the greatest and most unforgettable. And she really missed him, but life wasn't always rainbows and sunshine.

He grins at me, and in a second, he changes, a grey wolf stares at me. I turn to forest behind us, and take off, feeling the wind and soil around me, but I am not alone, with him behind me, and together, we run. ____ Alexandru Point of View I stare at her sleeping figure, feeling love bloom in my chest. God, she's so pretty. All through the night, we ran, and I had the front roll seat to her exploring her wolf, She loved it, relishing in the freedom and aesthetics that comes with it.