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Perhaps that was why I smacked the same cheek again, hoping that it would make her understand that she wasn’t here to be treated like royalty. This wasn’t Dark Moon Pack. This is Black Fur and she was about to see the ugly part of Black Fur if she didn't start talking and behaving like the prisoner she had become. “With the smirk wiped off your face, I can control my desire to kill you just like you killed my warrior,” I uttered each word coldly. To my surprise, Larisa still had enough fire in her. Enough to snap at me with a glare, “I didn’t ask that bitch to put her faith in Aurelia. She could have saved her but she selfishly chose her son over her friend.”

Growls rumbled in their throats as their soulless eyes fixated on us. “I'll try to lead some of them away, get back to the main square and let them know that they have a rogue attack on their hands.” Bradford picked up a fat tree branch and held it like a baseball bat. “Don't argue and just do it.” Fur started to sprout on his skin, and his ears grew in height; the upper curves transformed into hairy points. He had a point, so I conceded. “Stay safe,” I told him, before turning around and running the way we had come.

Dustin communicated telepathically, something every werewolf has the ability to do in their wolf form. Frost had fur as white as snow, and eyes as blue as the sea making her one gorgeous wolf that is used to attention. “Please don't tell her that, she already has a big head, don't want it exploding from her huge ego,” I teased as we strolled through the forest grounds. Dustin chuckled, while Frost snorted. His wolf wasn't bad either. Dark brown fur that is lighter than his eyes, and he also has the quiet calming presence of his human half.

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?

I grab the chair, tipping it back just enough for our eyes to meet, and dig my claws into his neck. “You know, I’ve had a painful day of mere Omegas getting on my nerves. Your gender still thinks they’re some special furries created by the Moon goddess, huh?” Laughter ripples through my chest. But when I look at him long enough, I see my spitfire. I see that same stubborn resilience, and it makes something inside me burn again, fueling the frustration already clawing at me. “Fuck it…”

She felt Aidan being pulled violently away from her body forcefully and sat up, looking around. Aidan was standing a few metres in front of the sofa, his hackles raised. He had his back to her and was growling with rage, his fangs out and his claws extended. Lauren stood up and her heart skipped as she saw who the intruder was. A wolf with pitch black fur stood before Aidan. Its eyes were glowing red and it had a ring of reddened skin around its neck, just like Aidan's. Lauren knew immediately what it was and who sent it.

He was still clawing away at Sebastian tearing his face and littering the floor with fur. “Frost!” Jimin shouted louder. He knew that Dan’s wolf had taken over. It was not Xavier anymore. It was Aurum, the legendary wolf of their dead Alpha King. “Frost!” Jimin shouted. “Come on, you can fight this!” Xavier did not stop. Jimin sighed. Aurum had entered bloodlust. Jimin walked up to Xavier and whispered in his ears.

*Aurora’s P.O.V.* My head hung low as I stood before Alpha Griffin, the ruthless leader of the Midnight Shadow Pack, one of the most feared Alphas in the world. "Dad, can you believe this filthy thing left my dress in the storeroom for people to use as a damn foot mat!" Sabrina seethed, pointing accusingly at me. I rolled my eyes slightly, lifting my head just enough to glare at her. "Is this true, Aurora?" Alpha Griffin inquired, his voice low and dangerous.

she mumbled, intrigued. Nueva flicked to the last page, and a nightmarish creature covered in red fur with large canine fangs stared at her dead-on with its vile green orbs. She instinctively closed the book; her chest rose in short ragged breaths. Nueva quickly tied the string back around the cover and placed the book neatly back in the waiting slot.

Lucas was teaching the freshly shifted pups on the training clearing, which was lined with matting to keep them safe. I relaxed, closed my eyes and felt my bones pop till I was down on four legs with my dark grey fur. The majority of the alphas have black fur. My parents were perplexed by my dark grey fur and the large white mark on my side. I dashed into the woods, the trees blurring. The woods, my brown and green kin, my joyful haven of refuge and jocund isolation. The odours of life here fluctuate with the seasons and the year. My favourite fragrance is rain on dry earth.