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"This is betrayal." "What's betrayal is having the enemy tour our home like it's a zoo, have them live amongst us and expect us to agree without a fight!" "Then take it up with the Alpha like the civilised race we are. If you harm them, the Alpha won't let it slide." "And If we disagree?" The Lycan taunted, provoking snarls from Jake and Darren. The Lycan let out a loud growl when Jake slashed at his face, and Darren dove into the group, sending a wolf flying through trees.

"You want to know what the matter is? Well I guess you'll have to fight me.” Hearing that, I smirked, but his assistant seemed to not want him to do that. She immediately shook her head, leaning close to him. Despite that, I could still hear the things she whispered to his ears. “I know you aren't happy, but I'm going to tell you exactly what you need to know. He's a Lycan, and you should avoid being beaten up like the last time.” I didn't say a thing. I was worried and at the same time scared. All I wanted was simple. I wanted to be able to get the lead.

The lycan prince stopped beside Aaron, his eyes scanning his form until– My breath hitched. My lungs fighting hard to breathe. His eyes landed on me, not the flickering glance that he spared the others. His golden orbs locked with mine. His stare felt like hot burning silver, cutting through the mask I wore, peeling away the walls I had structured around me as Cory. Under his scrutiny, I was nothing but crescent. The trembling scared girl who had nothing to live for. A cruel smile formed on his lips; he flicked his wrist. Aaron was taken away through the door the others had been dragged through. I tore my gaze from him for a second, fear lodging in my heart as I watched Aaron’s retreating fi

Her spine is readjusting. Amara screams some more, looking at me, begging me to help her but there is nothing I can do. My mother yells. Don’t fight the shift Amara, it will only hurt more. Welcome it. Accept it. Before we know it a huge Lycan stands before us. Golden eyes with a hint of red. All white fur, ruby red forearms and legs with 3 tails, 2 white and one red and a half-moon on her forehead. Thalia comes running. “I heard “then she stops dead in her tracks looking at this transformation before us. Is... Is that Amara? Thalia asks, shocked.

Aarons. So he waited. “I hear Lycans have remarkable healing properties.” Dr. Aarons’ voice was conversational, like they were old friends having coffee together, “But I’ve never had the privilege of testing that on a born Lycan. You see, I’ve only ever been able to splice a few things together to make my own. And I was never really able to pull apart the gene sequences of the Lycan DNA I was given. I’m curious what makes your kind so different from what I’m able to create in a lab. And I’m extremely curious why only one of my specimens actually survived the whole process. So let’s test a few things, shall we? We don’t need to let Mr. Reacher know about our little experiments.”

'Didn't Alexander die at the young age of 31 or 32? "What's the matter, my dear mate?" I looked at him seriously to make him feel that I am grave serious right now. "How old are you right now?" "Wow, my mate even became so interested in me." I enlarged my eyes at him. Conveying the I-am-grave-serious look. "Well, my dear mate, if you really want to know, I am 13 years old but if you are asking in human years, I am.... 26 years old. We have slower aging process in our Lycan form because of our heightened resilience. "

I watched the Lycan think for a moment, the thick, faded-yellow of his defined eyebrows furrowing before he flicked that impassioned gaze back to me, pining me with the force of his stare. “Something that had no business existing in the first place.”

“The guy…” “Oh.” Aaron’s glare softened. He shrugged, already reaching for a bottle of antiseptic. “That’s Tobias Hale, Beta of the Bloodfang Pack and Lucian’s best friend.” He paused. “The last part’s important, but don’t tell anyone I said that.” I raised a brow. “Why?” Aaron just shook his head dramatically. “You didn’t hear it from me.” Oh. I couldn’t help it—the thought of grumpy, brooding, permanently irritated Lucian having a best friend—one who seemed capable of panicking, no less—was ridiculous.

For a moment, they just looked at each other. "Can I see your wolf?" Crystal asked nervously. Ryder smiled, and with a fluid motion, he transformed into his Lycan form. Crystal gasped, mesmerized by the majestic creature before her. Ryder's Lycan body was powerful and majestic, with thick, dark gray fur and piercing yellow eyes. His muscles rippled, his powerful legs propelling him forward with ease. His face was strong with high cheekbones and a sharp jawline, and his ears were pointed and alert.

Her bright blue eyes shimmer under the moonlight, and she looks so much like me in that moment, it steals my breath. The energy in the air shifts. It pulses. Builds. A hush falls over the crowd, and I can feel the eyes of our friends, our family, on them. Everyone is holding their breath. Leo moves first. His body trembles, his spine arches, and I hear the sharp intake of breath as his bones begin to shift and reform. It’s fast, smoother than I expect, and within moments, where my son stood is now a towering Lycan. His fur is deep grey, almost black, and he’s massive, taller than most of the warriors in the pack already. His eyes, still his eyes, scan the crowd for a heartbeat before settlin