All Chapters of W.I.L.D.: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Cheyenne was never a fan of secrets—especially the kind that clawed at her gut and whispered in the dark like a horror movie voice-over. After what Gunner told her, she couldn't shake the gnawing sense that they'd been tiptoeing around something for far too long.So they went back to basics.One-on-one. No distractions. No chaos. No toddlers trying to use enchanted sticks as swords.Just truth.******First: ToraThey met on the training cliffs behind the cottage she shared with Jax and the twins. Kael and Liora were off with their grandparents, giving Tora her first taste of silence in what felt like a century.She was already mid-spar with a training dummy, a blade in each hand, black curls flying behind her like a flaming war banner.“Is this gunna be a casual conversation,” she said between strikes, “or should I put my stabby things away?”“Up to you,” Cheyen

Cheyenne sat cross-legged on her bed, phone in hand, chewing her lip like it might help steady her nerves. It didn’t. She’d already tried pacing, tried fresh air, tried staring at the stars for clarity—none of it worked. The only thing left was the one person who might have answers, even if reaching out to him meant reopening wounds she wasn’t sure had healed.Charlie answered on the second ring, his familiar voice rough with sleep. “Chey? It’s midnight. Please tell me you didn’t blow up another training ground.”Despite everything, she smiled. “Not yet. Give me a week.”There was a pause, then a sigh. “Alright. What’s wrong?”She hesitated, then pushed straight in. “We’ve been putting pieces together since you left. About the attacks, the shadows Maddox saw, Serenya’s tribe… Charlie, have you ever heard of creatures that hunt guardians?”Th

The living room was unusually tense, the kind of quiet that pressed on the chest and made every movement feel louder than it should. The Guardians had gathered, each paired with their mate, forming a circle of anxious anticipation.Isolde sat close to Thorne, her fingers brushing his as she tried to anchor herself. Tora’s hand never left Jax’s, Chelsea leaned into Ben, Nalia kept one arm around Tyler, while Gunner’s gaze never left Koa, who paced near the center, a low hum of energy rolling off her wolf form. At the edge of the room, Serenya lingered, her posture stiff, as if she was trying to shrink into herself despite being far too tall and striking to do so successfully.Koa paused, lifting her head so that her green eyes, bright with the moon’s glow, swept over everyone. “I bring a message from the gods,” she said, her voice carrying the weight of the Goddess realm. “They have spoken. We are not facing this alone. Each of

The morning sun spilled across the open training grounds, dappling the grass through the tall oaks that bordered the small grove Chelsea had claimed for today’s exercises. The air smelled of damp earth and dew, a fresh scent that seemed to awaken both body and mind. Serenya stood at the edge of the clearing, bare feet dug lightly into the soft soil, eyes bright and alert.Chelsea moved with her usual calm grace, hands clasped behind her back as she observed Serenya. “Mental mastery first,” she said softly. “Your mind is the foundation of every skill you’ll need. Without focus, all the agility and reflex in the world won’t matter.”Ben, leaning against a nearby tree, grinned. “And that’s where I come in. I make sure she doesn’t just stand there looking like a confused foal while you lecture.”Chelsea shot him a wry glance. “Someone has to keep her grounded. And that’s my job. You mostly

Serenya’s boots scraped against the stone as she entered the training grounds, her stomach knotted tighter with each step. She had survived Nalia’s fire, Tyler’s relentless drills, and even Chelsea’s unforgiving spellwork—but nothing had prepared her for what waited here.The air itself felt colder, heavier. A hunger thrummed at the edges of the space, like the walls themselves were watching her with sharpened fangs.Two figures stood at the far end of the chamber.Isolde was a vision of deadly elegance, her dark gown trailing like liquid shadow, her pale skin luminous in the torchlight. Her eyes—ancient, unyielding—caught Serenya’s, pinning her in place with the weight of expectation.Beside her, Thorne leaned against the wall like a predator lounging in his den. Broad-shouldered, clad in black leather, his sharp grin was almost playful—but Serenya knew better. His presence radiated danger, not warmth