Teen Wolf: Second Howl Chapter 14 14 Run Wild

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Chapter Fourteen: Born to Run Wild

I burst from the clearing like a shadow loosed from the ground, muscles surging with a strength that felt both alien and ancient. The trees opened up around , and the forest welcod —not as an intruder or a visitor, but as sothing it recognized. As if I belonged there. As if I always had.

The sharp scent of pine filled my nose, every needle underpaw cushioning my stride. The cool night air sliced past my fur, fast and unforgiving, but it didn't sting. It thrilled. It awakened sothing deep inside—sothing primal and wordless. Every breath, every beat of my heart, was sharper than before, clearer. The world pulsed around , alive in ways I had never understood as a human.

I didn't think. I didn't need to.

Instinct ruled now. Pure and unfiltered.

The wolf had taken over, and for the first ti since this whole journey began, I wasn't afraid of what that ant.

Because I was the wolf.

I wasn't a boy pretending, or a creature fighting for control. I wasn't caught in between. I was the speed, the power, the hunger and grace. I was the wilderness and the night, and every part of knew what to do.

My paws pounded the earth in a rhythm older than language, faster than thought—drums echoing through the woods, calling sothing unseen to attention. My body hugged the terrain like it was an extension of myself: leaping fallen branches, weaving between trunks with a precision no training could have taught . It was as if I'd been doing this for lifetis. As if running through this forest was written into my DNA.

The wind didn't just rush past —it sang to . It howled my na, or maybe the wolf's na, and it sounded like freedom.

Overhead, the full moon cast silver over everything, lighting my path as though it had been placed in the sky for and alone. It didn't just illuminate—I felt seen, as though the moon itself bore witness to what I was becoming.

I wasn't just a wolf. I was a pup, still new to this life, but already sothing ancient stirred beneath the surface. Power. Purpose. A knowing.

It didn't feel like I was learning.

It felt like I was rembering.

Maybe I'd done this before, in another life. Maybe so part of had always belonged here, running wild beneath the moon. Maybe this was who I was always ant to be.

Eventually, my body began to slow—not from fear, not from uncertainty, but from so quiet internal signal that said enough. My tongue lolled out, dry and panting. I lowered my head to a nearby stream I hadn't even realized I'd found. The water was icy and clean, biting cold in the best possible way. It shocked awake even as I drank, like lightning striking down my throat.

Then—snap.

A rustle in the brush. Heavy steps, deliberate. Threatening.

I froze, ears perked, muscles coiled.

A wild boar erged from the undergrowth, grunting low, its small eyes locked on with instant fury. Tusked and thick with rage, it didn't hesitate. It charged, snarling, foam flecking its lips.

Wrong move.

I didn't think—I moved.

I leapt to the side, twisted midair, my body fluid and fast. Ti seed to slow as I turned, instincts guiding more surely than thought ever could. My jaws opened wide, aiming with deadly certainty.

Crunch.

My teeth sank into its throat with brutal finality. Blood flooded my mouth, hot and tallic. The boar's montum faltered, and it collapsed beneath , twitching once before going still.

The hunt ended as swiftly as it began.

There was no hesitation. No guilt. No second-guessing.

The wolf didn't mourn.

It simply was.

I feasted, ripping warm at from bone, letting instinct drive . The taste should have disgusted —should have made recoil in horror.

It didn't.

It was survival. It was nature.

It was .

Afterward, belly full and body humming with life, I ran again—not with the reckless, chaotic speed from before, but with sothing steadier. A calm kind of certainty. The forest didn't rush now. It made room for . Guided .

My nose picked up the familiar scent of ho. I followed it like a compass, winding back through thick underbrush and narrow paths, every step bringing closer to the cabin.

I didn't even slow down when I reached the porch. Just launched myself forward and landed softly through the open doorway, my claws clicking briefly on the hardwood floor.

Inside, Richard and Emily were already back in the cabin setting the table, like it was any other night.

But it wasn't.

Before I could even stop myself, the shift began.

Claws lted into fingers. Fur receded, sliding away like mist. My spine straightened, my limbs realigned. In seconds, I stood there—not as the wolf, but as myself.

Naked. Breathless. Human.

Richard's eyes widened, eyebrows raised nearly to his hairline. "Well, that's new."

Emily turned, her expression unreadable. She cocked one eyebrow, voice dry. "Didn't expect you back so soon. Thought you'd be frolicking in the woods until sunrise." Her gaze sharpened, studying . "Can you shift at will?"

I nodded. Focused. Changed again.

Fur blood over my skin. My snout returned. Paws. Ears. Tail.

Then, again, back to human.

Emily stared at for a long, quiet mont. Sothing unreadable passed through her expression—sothing like awe, but not quite.

"I told you to et your inner wolf," she said slowly, "but you didn't just et it. You bonded. Completely. On your first shift."

She folded her arms across her chest, head tilted.

"That's never happened before."

My stomach tightened. "Is… that bad?"

She shook her head quickly, her tone serious. "No. Not bad. Just... incredibly rare. Most werewolves spend their entire lives struggling to control the shift. They fight the wolf. Wrestle with it. You didn't. Bonding completely with the wolf—it ans you'll never lose control during a full moon. Not unless you choose to."

Richard let out a low, impressed whistle. "Well, damn. Kid's special."

I didn't feel pride. Not really. What settled in my chest was heavier, quieter.

Responsibility, maybe.

The wolf was still there—beneath my skin, beneath the surface of my breath. Not growling, not clawing.

Just waiting.

Always there.

And for the first ti, I didn't fear it.

I welcod it.

Because it wasn't just so wild thing inside anymore.

It was .