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2025-04-20 01:57:00
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The Wolf Who Saved Me No One's Coming
We ran again.Branches clawed at my arms. Rocks tore at my feet. The cold bit down like teeth, but we didn’t stop. Behind us, Acwulf's roar still echoed—half rage, half pain. He was down but not dead. “Left...go left!” Mira wheezed beside me, gripping her ribs.I followed, trusting her instincts. We cut through a patch of undergrowth and spilled into a dried creek bed. The mud sucked at our feet, every step a fight.My side throbbed where Acwulf punched me. Breathing hurt, but thinking hurt worse. I kept seeing his eyes. His grin and the way he could break me. I hated that I almost let him.“Wait,” Mira gasped. “Just wait.”We collapsed beside a log. I rolled onto my back, staring at the stars, trying to slow my heartbeat. My lungs stung with every inhale. Mira coughed and held her side. “He’s not chasing.”“No,” I rasped. “He’s hurting. You heard the scream.”“I thought that stone wouldn’t work.”“Me too.”Silence stretched between us. Crickets started chirping again, like nothin
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-20The Wolf Who Saved Me Bounty On My Head
She locked the door without blinking. No dramatic pause or slow reach for the handle. Just the smooth, quiet sound of a bolt sliding into place.I stood slowly, a plastic water cup forgotten on the windowsill. “That’s not how friendly conversations start.”The woman didn’t smile. She looked calm and clean, like someone who didn't have to run through woods or crawl through blood.“You’re Wren Blevine.” Her voice was smooth. Mira stirred on the cot behind me, but she didn’t wake. Her chest rose and fell slowly under her blanket, still knocked out from the pain meds.I shifted my stance slightly closer to the wall, nearer to the table lamp, where I could see a pistol secretly left earlier by a nurse to keep us at peace. I only had one weapon and one chance.“I’m no one,” I said. “You’ve got the wrong girl.”The woman chuckled, taking a few steps inside the room. “I’m good with faces. I won’t forget them, especially the ones with bounties.”Bounty - the word cut straight through my g
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-21The Wolf Who Saved Me Caged Things Bite Back
I woke up to cold metal pressing against my cheek. My arms were twisted behind me, and my wrists were bound tight with what felt like a zip tie. My ankles, too. The scent of rust, sweat, and engine oil hit me first, then pain. My ribs screamed when I shifted. My neck burned where the dart hit. The back of my throat was dry and sour, like I’d swallowed smoke and metal.“Wren?” Mira’s whisper cut through the silence.I blinked into darkness. My eyes adjusted enough to catch the faint silver outline of a face.“Mira?”“Yeah. You okay?”I couldn’t even lie. “No.”“Same.”We were in the back of a moving truck with a metal floor but no windows. The rattling engine bounced with every pothole, and every bounce sent pain through my side.“Where are we?” I asked.“No clue. I woke up a few minutes before you. Two guys up front. One called the other Briggs.”“Bounty hunters?”“Maybe. They didn’t talk much, just said something about ‘delivering her in one piece’.”“Her?”“You.”Of course. I roll
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-24The Wolf Who Saved Me Sold, Not Broken
I didn’t move when the man in the sharp suit said my name, nor did I flinch. I just stared at him with every ounce of rage I had left.“Wren Blevine,” he repeated like it was some grand introduction. “I’ve waited a long time to see you in person.”Mira hissed behind me. “Creepy.”I kept my chin high. “Who the hell are you?”He smiled, sleek and rehearsed. “You can call me Julian or just the man with the biggest checkbook.”The woman from earlier stood off to the side, arms folded, watching everything like she was the director of a bad play.“You bought me?” I asked, disgust curling in my gut.Julian walked a slow circle around me like I was something he might place in a display case. “I paid for delivery. Whether you’re worth the full price remains to be seen.”“You’ll be disappointed.”“I doubt it.”He stopped in front of me and tilted his head. “You’re smaller than I imagined.”“Get closer... I’ll show you what else I am,” I snapped. Julian chuckled. “I like her.”The woman
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-24The Wolf Who Saved Me The Wall Beneath Us
I didn’t sleep, didn’t blink. My back stayed against the cold wall, blade in hand, heart thudding like it was racing someone else’s time. Lark said midnight. I didn't know how close it was, but my gut said soon.Every sound hit like a warning. Metal creaked, pipes hissed, and somewhere far above, boots scraped concrete. No one here walked softly. They didn’t need to. Everyone below the ground was either loyal or locked up, except me.I knelt by the drain, the same one I’d memorized for hours. A rusted square in the concrete, damp around the edges, and just wide enough to slide through if you didn't care about your ribs.It clicked; it was faint, barely more than a sigh of metal. I pressed my ear to the floor. Another click and a slide sound. A hand slipped through the opening, fingers outstretched.“Wren,” Lark’s voice whispered from the dark. “Now.”I shoved my blade between my teeth, dropped flat, and slithered forward. Every scrape of my elbows against the floor sparks up my arms.
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-24The Wolf Who Saved Me The Cave We Didn’t Die In
I stayed by the cave's entrance all night. The waterfall roared like a warning, cold mist blowing through the cracks. The rain had stopped, but the wind hadn't. The trees outside shivered like they were waiting for something to go wrong.I didn’t dare sleep. Behind me, Mira was curled around Lark, trying to keep him warm. He was pale, breathing shallowly. We’d wrapped his wound the best we could, but the blood soaked through. He needed a real medic and a pack healer. It was something we didn’t have.I glanced at Mira. Her lips were chapped, and her eyelids fluttered with exhaustion. But she stayed awake anyway, pressing her palm to Lark’s forehead every few minutes like she could will the fever away.“How’s he doing?” I whispered.She shook her head. “Hot. Clammy. It’s bad.”I turned back to the entrance, gripping my blade tightly. “We need to move soon.”“He can’t.”“He has to.”“You saw the trail we left. You heard the dogs.”I did, but staying here felt worse. Suddenly, a snapped
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-24The Wolf Who Saved Me The Escape
My feet are tired and painful. The breeze is gashing into my body like arrows that the wind had shot. It creeps into my skin until it reaches the depths of me. And it hurts to be running non-stop on this freezing and windy night."I have to keep going. Otherwise, I will end up dead," I keep telling myself whenever I feel tired.I don't know where I am now. I kept going when my brother told me to run and never looked back. Killian, my brother, I wonder if he escaped the ten werewolves that were after us. Remembering him wounded but still fighting just to save me made me want to cry. I lost my mom and dad five days back, and now probably my brother, too. I am enraged and sorrowful from the pack we have served diligently. But this is how they repay us. They are taking our lives one by one.Suddenly, my feet felt wobbly, making me stumble onto the ground. And just as I was about to stand up, something jumped on me. I fought back, and we rolled on the ground. But because
Huling Na-update : 2021-11-11The Wolf Who Saved Me The Truth
In my head, what the hell? What is there for me to lose? Let me give this guy a chance to trust him because of what he did. I sighed before answering him."Sorry. My name is Wren Blevine. And you are?""Pleased to meet you, Wren. My name is Reule Conrad."I coughed when he mentioned his name. Reule Conrad is the Alpha of the Gray Pack. Almost everyone in the state fears Alpha Reule. He is said to be the strongest, heartless, and wise among all the leaders. He is also famous for being a womanizer and lustful among the Alphas."What happened?""Sorry. I just couldn't believe that I was sitting face to face with the fearless Alpha Reule.""Oh! So, you are aware of the reputation that I have made for me.""Is it true?""Which one?""Everything.""I have trained to fight and survive on my own since I was young. If I wanted to live long, then I had to be strong and heartless at times. But it doesn't come without reason. And because of that, I gained the respe
Huling Na-update : 2021-11-11
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The Wolf Who Saved Me The Cave We Didn’t Die In
I stayed by the cave's entrance all night. The waterfall roared like a warning, cold mist blowing through the cracks. The rain had stopped, but the wind hadn't. The trees outside shivered like they were waiting for something to go wrong.I didn’t dare sleep. Behind me, Mira was curled around Lark, trying to keep him warm. He was pale, breathing shallowly. We’d wrapped his wound the best we could, but the blood soaked through. He needed a real medic and a pack healer. It was something we didn’t have.I glanced at Mira. Her lips were chapped, and her eyelids fluttered with exhaustion. But she stayed awake anyway, pressing her palm to Lark’s forehead every few minutes like she could will the fever away.“How’s he doing?” I whispered.She shook her head. “Hot. Clammy. It’s bad.”I turned back to the entrance, gripping my blade tightly. “We need to move soon.”“He can’t.”“He has to.”“You saw the trail we left. You heard the dogs.”I did, but staying here felt worse. Suddenly, a snapped
The Wolf Who Saved Me The Wall Beneath Us
I didn’t sleep, didn’t blink. My back stayed against the cold wall, blade in hand, heart thudding like it was racing someone else’s time. Lark said midnight. I didn't know how close it was, but my gut said soon.Every sound hit like a warning. Metal creaked, pipes hissed, and somewhere far above, boots scraped concrete. No one here walked softly. They didn’t need to. Everyone below the ground was either loyal or locked up, except me.I knelt by the drain, the same one I’d memorized for hours. A rusted square in the concrete, damp around the edges, and just wide enough to slide through if you didn't care about your ribs.It clicked; it was faint, barely more than a sigh of metal. I pressed my ear to the floor. Another click and a slide sound. A hand slipped through the opening, fingers outstretched.“Wren,” Lark’s voice whispered from the dark. “Now.”I shoved my blade between my teeth, dropped flat, and slithered forward. Every scrape of my elbows against the floor sparks up my arms.
The Wolf Who Saved Me Sold, Not Broken
I didn’t move when the man in the sharp suit said my name, nor did I flinch. I just stared at him with every ounce of rage I had left.“Wren Blevine,” he repeated like it was some grand introduction. “I’ve waited a long time to see you in person.”Mira hissed behind me. “Creepy.”I kept my chin high. “Who the hell are you?”He smiled, sleek and rehearsed. “You can call me Julian or just the man with the biggest checkbook.”The woman from earlier stood off to the side, arms folded, watching everything like she was the director of a bad play.“You bought me?” I asked, disgust curling in my gut.Julian walked a slow circle around me like I was something he might place in a display case. “I paid for delivery. Whether you’re worth the full price remains to be seen.”“You’ll be disappointed.”“I doubt it.”He stopped in front of me and tilted his head. “You’re smaller than I imagined.”“Get closer... I’ll show you what else I am,” I snapped. Julian chuckled. “I like her.”The woman
The Wolf Who Saved Me Caged Things Bite Back
I woke up to cold metal pressing against my cheek. My arms were twisted behind me, and my wrists were bound tight with what felt like a zip tie. My ankles, too. The scent of rust, sweat, and engine oil hit me first, then pain. My ribs screamed when I shifted. My neck burned where the dart hit. The back of my throat was dry and sour, like I’d swallowed smoke and metal.“Wren?” Mira’s whisper cut through the silence.I blinked into darkness. My eyes adjusted enough to catch the faint silver outline of a face.“Mira?”“Yeah. You okay?”I couldn’t even lie. “No.”“Same.”We were in the back of a moving truck with a metal floor but no windows. The rattling engine bounced with every pothole, and every bounce sent pain through my side.“Where are we?” I asked.“No clue. I woke up a few minutes before you. Two guys up front. One called the other Briggs.”“Bounty hunters?”“Maybe. They didn’t talk much, just said something about ‘delivering her in one piece’.”“Her?”“You.”Of course. I roll
The Wolf Who Saved Me Bounty On My Head
She locked the door without blinking. No dramatic pause or slow reach for the handle. Just the smooth, quiet sound of a bolt sliding into place.I stood slowly, a plastic water cup forgotten on the windowsill. “That’s not how friendly conversations start.”The woman didn’t smile. She looked calm and clean, like someone who didn't have to run through woods or crawl through blood.“You’re Wren Blevine.” Her voice was smooth. Mira stirred on the cot behind me, but she didn’t wake. Her chest rose and fell slowly under her blanket, still knocked out from the pain meds.I shifted my stance slightly closer to the wall, nearer to the table lamp, where I could see a pistol secretly left earlier by a nurse to keep us at peace. I only had one weapon and one chance.“I’m no one,” I said. “You’ve got the wrong girl.”The woman chuckled, taking a few steps inside the room. “I’m good with faces. I won’t forget them, especially the ones with bounties.”Bounty - the word cut straight through my g
The Wolf Who Saved Me No One's Coming
We ran again.Branches clawed at my arms. Rocks tore at my feet. The cold bit down like teeth, but we didn’t stop. Behind us, Acwulf's roar still echoed—half rage, half pain. He was down but not dead. “Left...go left!” Mira wheezed beside me, gripping her ribs.I followed, trusting her instincts. We cut through a patch of undergrowth and spilled into a dried creek bed. The mud sucked at our feet, every step a fight.My side throbbed where Acwulf punched me. Breathing hurt, but thinking hurt worse. I kept seeing his eyes. His grin and the way he could break me. I hated that I almost let him.“Wait,” Mira gasped. “Just wait.”We collapsed beside a log. I rolled onto my back, staring at the stars, trying to slow my heartbeat. My lungs stung with every inhale. Mira coughed and held her side. “He’s not chasing.”“No,” I rasped. “He’s hurting. You heard the scream.”“I thought that stone wouldn’t work.”“Me too.”Silence stretched between us. Crickets started chirping again, like nothin
The Wolf Who Saved Me Run, Again
Acwulf stood at the threshold like a statue come to lifeblood soaking his legs, rage curling his lips. But he didn’t move. Didn’t chase me. He just watched, head tilted, like he already knew how this ended.And somehow, that was worse.I turned and sprinted down the next hallway, lungs burning. Every step shot fired up my legs, but I didn’t slow. I didn’t dare. I didn’t know this part of the fortress as well. There was no map or Acwulf's warriors to trick me. It was just a stone, shadow, and the pounding of my heartbeat.I swore under my breath and spun back. I didn't know where to go. My boots skidded on wet stone. Somewhere deeper in the halls, I heard the sharp echo of metal on stone. They were alert now. No more pretending I was unconscious or bound. I was a prey.My hand brushed my side. I ducked into an alcove and caught my breath. Then, I heard footsteps. It was not far, heavy, or not a run. It was a march. They weren’t hunting me again. We had been on this cat-and-mouse hunt a
The Wolf Who Saved Me Stone and Blood
Acwulf’s boot slammed into my ribs before I could turn. I hit the wall, head cracking against stone, ears ringing. Pain roared through my side. I rolled to dodge the second blow, too slow—he caught my leg and yanked. I kicked out, heel catching his knee. He grunted but didn’t let go.He crouched, face close. “You're not your mother. No fire left.”I spat blood at him.He backhanded me hard enough to black the edge of my vision. “You think that makes you strong? You’re still crawling. Just like she did.”I didn’t answer. My fingers curled around the dagger shard. It was all I had.He straightened. “You’re predictable. Brave. But stupid.” His voice dropped. “That’s why it always ends the same.”Then he turned and walked away. I didn’t move. My head swam. Bones screamed. But the second I heard the chamber door close, I twisted and forced my limbs to respond. The dagger shard was slick in my grip, the only piece of steel between me and what was coming. Acwulf wasn’t gone; he would be
The Wolf Who Saved Me The Shackle and the Spark
The cold was sharper than before. It settled into my bones like a second skin, wrapping around every bruise, every burn, every wound that hadn’t yet stopped bleeding. I lay on the stone slab, barely able to breathe, eyes focused on the sliver of metal the witch had slipped me.I waited, counting seconds by the beat of my heart, which still pulsed weak, but mine. The magic circle had faded. Whatever Acwulf had done to drain me wasn’t complete. I was still here. I was still me.It took everything I had just to close my fingers around the blade’s hilt. My fingers were slick with blood. The cuffs were tight, the metal biting. But I kept working. Little by little, I wedged the blade between the chain links. I didn’t know if it would snap them. I didn’t care.The sound of steel scraping stone filled the room. If they were listening, I was already dead.My right wrist came loose first. The pain of the release was blinding. I nearly cried out, but I bit down on my tongue until I tasted copper
