Something Wilder Novels & Stories

“I was thrilled to return after all those years bouncing around, but it meant leaving my bear friend behind. We just… lost touch.” Talia rummaged through her purse and pulled out one of the many business cards Mrs. Wilder had pressed into her hand during their visits. “Here,” she said, sliding it across the table. “Why don’t you give her a call? See what she can do for you.” Nita stared at the sleek, transparent card in awe. “You think she could really match me with one of her shifters?”

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.

“It doesn’t, child. Forever means we keep choosing.” Tare kicked dust. “But I’m tired of other people’s pain. I want my own sky.” That night, his moon pulsed red. Not from choice. From anger. He ran. Out of the Circle city. Past the buried stones that said *CHOOSE*. Past the gardens. Into the Wildlands where no wolves had gone in 500 years. The Wildlands were forbidden. Not by law. By memory. This was where the last temple of “one moon” crumbled. Where wolves once lived without choice.

With a smirk, he descended the stairs, hopped into his car, and told Charvi, "The helpers' cooking is just okay. Arrange for West Palace to deliver meals on time and hire some new chefs for our kitchen." "Got it," Charvi replied. As they reached Azure Cloud Group, Wilder had just pulled up. His motorcycle was a rare beast, its cost on par with a condominium unit in Starville. Its black and gold frame gleamed, its presence as bold as a wild cheetah. It stood proudly next to Yosef's Cullinan. Wilder flicked off his helmet and shook out his hair, which glinted like spun gold in the sunlight. "Yosef," he called.

I slip into a backless gown, the fabric clinging to my curves, revealing the delicate tattoo that runs along my spine, a little secret of mine. I run my fingers lightly over it, remembering who I am underneath it all: strong, wild, and untamed, even when the world wants to cage me. Tonight, I will be dazzling. Tonight, I will pretend. Because survival isn’t about what I feel, it’s about what they see.

“It suits you, Wild Rose.” She shook her head. “It makes me reckless.” “It makes you dangerous.” Their eyes held each other. “Are you what the wolves call an Alpha?” “I don’t know,” she said, shaking her head. “I don’t bow to any Alpha, my wolf won’t let me.” The music changed tempo, slower now. Kaelyn didn’t release her. Even after she pulled back, his hand remained at her waist, steady and anchoring. He had no intention of letting the moment slip away.

I felt offended by the accusation even though the wound on my arms protested otherwise. “Xyrra, your father is a rogue.” I frowned. “A what now?” “Rogue. Rogues are werewolves that have either left the pack of their own free will or been kicked out of their pack. In your dad’s case, it was the latter, he was banned from his pack.” Despite everything else, I felt my body tense. “Are you telling me that my father is a criminal in your world? As in he has broken some of the werewolves’ laws or something?”

“Come on, loser!” “Bite me, jerk!” I call back to him. “Dude, you know she's not going to do it. She's scared of heights. And water. And fish. And lions, and tigers and bears, oh my!” Comes another teasing voice. “You are both jerks!” I yell down at them. “It's really not that bad! Just jump!” Wilder calls up to me. I look down to where he is already in the water, about sixteen feet below me.

But the savagery of this kiss unleashed something dangerous and wild. She loved his fierce intensity , his controversial strength, his tongue plunging into her only inflamed her. She wanted to claw him, bite him, Provoke him. The towel fell to the ground, and she grabbed a thick handful of his hair and kissed him back like a wild thing. He pulled his mouth away with a suddenness that left her reeling. "Never play with me like that again, Annie." She reached for him, dazed and aroused. "Jacob, I".....