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Gasps pulled from my warriors, them taking steps away but I could only take one forward. What was happening? My eyes snapped to Adira. She was slowly rising to the sky. Her arms were wide open, head thrown back. A large old looking book with a leather cover flew right before her, the pages turning so fast. Her hair floated down and she looked like a demon with black veins slowly creeping through her skin. Adira. I whispered the name in my head, my heart drumming with fear once again but fear for her. She never stopped chanting. Her voice got louder and stronger.

' a pretty woman said. Adrian looked around but everyone and everything looked strange. 'Where am I?' he asked, then something occurred to him. 'Who am I? ___THE END_ of Book ONE. Book Two is out! Great News! Continue the reverting story of Iris and Adrian,, Millicent and Alpha Sylvester. It promises to be far better.... Thanks for your patronage.

Welcome to unedited Black book 3 of the Woods series. This book can be read independently. You can read it without adventuring into 'Married to a stripper'. I'll be extremely happy if those who haven't checked that book out do so. I hope you enjoy my works. Love you guys much much. Your humble author Zagzahzlau. ~••~ The Sunday night was frigid against unarmed skin in Buea--the city of legendary hospitality-- located in the southwest region of Cameroon.

It all happened so fast. Caesar slid down the side of the car until he was sitting on the cold floor. Warm blood kept pushing through his fingers. He stared at Florence lying a few steps away, motionless. His vision blurred. The pain and the blood loss dragged away what strength he had left. Just before his consciousness faded away completely, the last image that flashed before his eyes was from a time long ago. It was a rainy evening. A timid girl in a faded dress with eyes that shone so brightly was standing at the entrance of a narrow old apartment block.

They landed on the booklet the owner handed Flora earlier and flew away again. Flora did not move her sight away from the two visitors she had in her room until they left and grabbed that booklet. She sat up straight and closed her eyes. "God, please send e the right person to guide me in this place," she heartily prayed. She was hoping to have her break fun and totally stress-free. She needs to have a good companion to make it happen. Flora took a deep breath, and with her eyes closed, she opened the book. She slowly opened her eyes. "Damien Castle," Flora read beside the name column on the print.

Astra's pov The war felt like it had been going on forever. The sight of all those corpses, all the blood, and the number of injured wolves losing blood so rapidly, being rushed to get treated, some still lying around, not being able to walk on their own, not having anyone to assist them made my head spin a little. Although I took the antidote, I felt like the poison was still gnawing at the insides of my body. Also what I had discovered about Jay...

“Well, my shift’s over so I thought to come out here to rest awhile, before heading home. I presume you’re out here for a different reason.” “Yeah….” A long exhale escaped my lungs. “Felt a little lonely.” Adrian nodded slowly. “I think I might have just the thing to fix that.” He deeped his hand into his coat pocket and pulled out a book. “I read this whenever I’m sad, overwhelmed or probably just need to keep myself busy, and right now all you need is to keep yourself busy with this.” I took the book from his hand. The title was written in red block letters.

"Coming from a small mountain village, you really are petty." "What did you say?" I was stunned. "You jerk!" I was so angry that my abdomen ached, and cold sweat dripped down my temples. It was true that I came from a small mountain village. But if it weren't for me, Jeff would have died there. Back then, a gliding accident and the strong wind dropped him in the deep mountains. One of his legs was broken, and the situation was dire. It was I who found him, carried him home, and trekked miles for medicine.

Then we shrugged. “Bro, you're tripping.” “How the hell can a book smell like jasmine and lemon lime?” Caden thrust the book toward Draven. “Smell it.” Draven reluctantly took it. He sniffed. Then frowned. “I don't smell anything.” He handed it back. “It smells musky. Like a book. An old-ass book.” Caden immediately took it back and sniffed it deeply. His wolf started coming closer to the surface. I looked between my brother and Caden.

Power will change, Revenge will change But the only thing that will not change will be . . . The Resurrection of the Thunder wolf. Next book titled : Thunder wolf ( book 2)