No rules, no rulers. An escape from a cruel world. Eleven teenagers start again, alone, on a deserted island. With everything at stake and emotions running high, are they able to carve out a better society, or will they just struggle to survive? When life is on the line, is it possible to be anything other than savages? This is the sequel to Wildlings: if you fancy it, check out that one first. 🔥 ✨Cover Art by @italychick ✨ ?Wattpad Featured? ?Top rank: 25 in Adventure?

"How did you get up here!" I whisper shouted at the owner of those green eyes. He didn't answer me. "Just calm down and lay back down. You're still weak, you need to rest." His voice soothed me a bit but I was still curious. He gently pushed me back onto the bed and then continued wiping my face with a damp cloth. That was the moisture I felt on my face. "Who are you?" I decided that was the most important question. He just shook his head, debating on what to say. "Ah, a family friend I guess you could call me." He chuckled slightly as if it was unbelievable, which it was. "I don't have any family, how would you know them?" I spat out. "Slow down, take it easy. I uh have known your family for a while, now let's leave it at that. You need to rest, get back to sleep. I will make sure you stay safe, I'll protect you." He whispered the last part so it was barely audible. Then he pulled out a pan flute from his belt. A ballot was played first, going up and down in range. Then he started to play a real tune. The beautiful melody filled the room and my ears, instantly having a calming effect on me. Soon after I had drifted back into sleep.