Raised From The Wild

AmIhallucinating?AmIdying?Marxthought.Perhapshewasseeingvisionsbecausehewasfeverish,andhisheadachedfromthecontusionshesufferedduringthecrash.Heblinked,butthevisionwasstillthere.Hesawabeautifulwomanfullynakedontheedgeoftheothersideofthespring.Herslightlywavyhairwiththecolorofcoppercascadedfreelydownherslimwaist.Sheraisedherarmsandedcleanlyintothewater.Marxwaited,butaftersometime,shedidnotemerge.Marxchuckled.“Howcouldawomanbeinajungleinthemiddleofnowhere?”Heheardagrowlfrombehindhim,andbeforehecouldreact,abigtigerpouncedonhim.Thelastthingherememberedwasseeingfourcaninesclosinginandhearingaloudfemalevoiceshouting,“Khalil,stop!”…DiscoverhowAmaya,whogrewupinthewild,copedwiththepressureandchallengesofreturningtothecivilizedworld.Accompanyheronherjourneytofindlove,acceptance,andrecognitioninthetreacheroushumanworldofbetrayalandgreed.*Thebookcoverisnotmine.Itisaphotoofoneofthemostbeautifulactressesinmycountry.*Jan2025.Ifinallyhadthechancetouploadthecharactersavatars.IhopeyouwillloveAmaya,Marx,andIbrahimjustasIlovedbringingthemtolife.