Wren Surviving Summer Novels & Stories

The Prime Wolf doesn't so much as glance in his direction. Instead the great beast leans forward, pressing its frosted snout gentle against the old scar cut into Wren's collarbone, and the tripartite mark there flares suddenly, blindingly gold beneath fabric that can't hope to contain the light. Warmth floods through Wren's veins in a single overwhelming wave, restoring in one instant every ounce of strength five years of exile, one long night's fighting, and a border crossing at gunpoint have all cost her. Her knees nearly buckle under the sudden fullness of it, breath catching hard in her throat, and for one suspended second the ache she's carried in her chest since a hospital room in Char

She had no idea why they had taken her and she still had no idea where she was. Wren sat on the wet ground outside the stone wall where she had crawled out. Sitting there on her knees for just a moment she lookedall around herself, trying to gain her bearings. The sky was over cast but she could tell that it was still late morning. Nothing looked or smelled familiar to her. There were a few out buildings scattered around. The grounds were unkempt. The grass was tall and filled with weeds. Beyond what she could see were woods in the distance. Maybe just a few hundred yards out. Her nose caught the scent of other wolves in the area. However, she couldn't detect any close enough to be a threat

Females are all the same no matter what rank they are. Anger, frustration, and concern flow through me as Ian and I attempt to find where Wren could have gone. She has no family, that much I know unless she lied, but I know she didn’t because I looked into it. Her pack records indicate she has been an orphan since she was seven. I only recently lost my parents a few years ago. I was sad when they died. I couldn’t imagine losing them at such a young age like Wren lost hers.

But she didn't smile at Lila and just turned around. "Bitch!" Lila whispered. The soft trickle of water filled the air as Wren knelt by the riverbank. Her hands skimmed the cool surface. Her reflection wavered in the ripples, but she barely noticed it. She closed her eyes, focusing on the rhythm of the stream, hoping it might help chase away the lingering fatigue that clung to her. The fever had left her weakened. Lila remarked that a walk to the river would help her recovery, but Wren wasn't sure.

he said, smiling. “When was the last time you saw her? Me.” “Should be almost a year now. I’ve been out and about, doing filming projects. I’ve been here in this town for like six months, on and off, for this shoot. So, yeah, it’s been a while.” She nodded, her fingers twisting together in her lap, then sighed. “Does Wren have any family? Or friends?” “Family, I didn’t know of. Never saw anyone visit. But she had a friend, Grace. She came over a lot. Loud and funny, full of energy. We were acquaintances. Ran into each other at the swimming pool once in the residence.”

Wren opened her eyes as I strapped her into the harness. She looked up at me. Not like a child. Like something else watching through her. “I don’t want to go,” she whispered. “I know, sweetheart.” “You’re scared.” “I’m ready,” I corrected. She blinked slowly. “She’s still here, you know.” “I know.” “She’s… quiet now.” I nodded. “But not gone.” Then she leaned forward and whispered against my ear. “You’ll have to kill me, Mama.” And for the first time since I was created—

“Listen to me. Riven isn’t stupid. He’ll know you’re running the moment you leave. He’ll track you, and when he does, it won’t be just you he hurts. It’ll be everyone you care about. You think you’re protecting us by running, but all you’re doing is giving him a reason to hunt you harder.” Tears stung Wren’s eyes, but she refused to let them fall. “I don’t know what else to do.” “Stay,” Raya urged. “Face him. Maybe there’s another way.” “There’s no other way!” Wren snapped, her voice breaking. “I have two days left. Do you think I can magically come up with the rest of the money by then?” Raya stared at her, searching for the right words, but none came. Wren brushed past her and zipped the b

I break from him and lead him back to the spot where the doctor was mending Wren. Deacon sees Wren propped up on a tree and runs to her. "Wren. Oh my God..." He skids to his knees in front of her. She's barely staying awake. "Hey, Dea....Did you invite some new friends to the party...." She let out a weak giggle and coughed. Dea stroked her cheek. "I thought they were your friends." He smiled. "You, ok?" He asked quietly. "Yeah. I'll be right as rain soon. Just need my blood topped up if I can ever leave this damn forest." She leaned into his hand.

He leaped down and followed to the other side The quiet woman was hauled out of the back of the truck and taken into the little camp they had. I watched on as Wren gathered the rest of the people I had to kill to make sure that no one was in the way of me becoming luna. They talked for a little bit. I couldn’t hear anything they were saying. Each of them had glowing red eyes as they spoke. They leaned close before one of them broke away. Her teeth were bared as she seemed to growl and yell. Wren shook his head solemnly and said something. She turned to look at me with fury in her eyes.

Wren happily walked through the busy streets with the book held tenderly in his hand. this book was very old and was on the verge of tearing. The pages were falling out. Walking into a small alleyway he swiftly placed it in his space pouch while no eyes were looking. But what he didn't know was so many eyes were always following him. Feng, who was inside his shirt, sensed those weird gazes. He poked his head out and peered behind them. There were at least four shady figures following them right after Wren used the space pouch that number increased to ten.