Demon wolf — a creature of death. That was what everyone called it. A monster as Mira called it. All species had coexisted with each other for thousands of years especially with the vampires. It was said for someone to become a demon wolf, he or she had to survive more than three different blood in the body. Each blood from each species of the Moon Goddess’ creation. These bloods were poisonous to each other. Nobody could survive it. Everyone just assumed the demon wolf was just a myth.

Vincent drove out of Black Soil and headed straight to Westie’s pub where he usually got his supplies. He couldn’t risk himself being seen in public places, not when the Werewolf’s Council was on hot trail on Cohen and his territory. He knew the moment he sniffed an Alpha’s scent around h

It had been a week since the incident in the cabin. Mira was gone after Vincent ordered her to leave. Cohen wanted to find her, but if she eluded him eight years ago, what difference would it make right now if he went to look for her?

“Your ride is here,” Griffin said.Mira was ready from head to toe. The only thing left was her masquerade mask. She reached for it and wore. It had been a week since she stayed low profile in Griffin&

“I never saw Alpha Cohen ever danced with a woman,” Erdington said as he came closer to the bar. “...especially a beauty such as yourself.”Mire smiled. “I’d guess I’m jus