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"Sir, I have investigated the only undead werewolf in California. His name is Conal Henry. I have met him. Conal is a very alert werewolf and difficult to deal with." Hearing Laura speak, whispers and discussions began to resound around. Most vampire members are surprised to hear that a werewolf can be immortal. Laura glanced at the lowly people, smirking scornfully. What she was about to say would probably surprise them more. "Master, he is not only an immortal werewolf but also a dominant Alpha." As soon as Laura finished speaking, the people around raised their voices in surprise. She glanced at Ethan's attitude, and he was also momentarily startled. However, Ethan is not as expressive as

***Amira's POV Gabriel Kosta, my father's enemy had invaded and attacked, killing my father. If he's smart he'll want to kill me too. I run, heading towards my hidden weapons as I hear the sounds of my pack fighting again. 'No!' I growl though our link. We've already lost most of our fighters. 'You want us to submit?'Beta Kindley asks. I can't let the other continue to die when I don't see a way out myself. Somehow Kosta had turned over a hundred rogue werewolves into a pack. Rogues don't usually have a pack.

She cried helplessly as the shape of her bones began to change, her rib cage swelled and the bones of her legs began to arch, sharp fangs filled her mouth until she lost the ability to close it, with a sudden enlargement of her nostrils, and she began to transform. Appearing in another way. Half werewolf that it is. What you wanted from the start, that power you didn't get enough of, came at the right time. As soon as the change was complete, she lifted her head and held her chest high, and what happened after that was a strong snarl from her depths. Aleister and Kanai couldn't control the widening of their eyes, it was solemn. Aleister had never seen a werewolf of this size before, and with

"You can't? Aren't you just like them? I mean, from what I've learned so far, an Alpha is like a king." "I am only an Alpha on the outside, Arwa. A true Alpha has a wolf. A wolf is an important aspect of our life, but I don't have it. Or better yet, I've never shifted." "Why?" she asked softly, inching a bit closer to me. I could smell her, a sweet and flowery fragrance which made me ball my hands into fists. She didn't even realize the effect she had on me, or how badly I wished I could have her. But I had to control myself, because she was not mine to claim. Yet.

but free. And for the first time I didn’t fight it. didn’t shape it. didn’t hold it back. I let it exist. fully. unfiltered. uncontained. the effect was immediate. the space destabilized. violent. because this wasn’t something it could refine. couldn’t optimize. couldn’t predict. pure choice. Zayden felt it. Matched it. not copying. not aligning. joining. two forces. not one. not merged. connected. The Alpha faltered. just for a second. but that was enough. because it meant it couldn’t absorb us. not fully. not completely. because we weren’t stable. we weren’t predictable. we weren’t one thing. the wolves reacted.

The wolf roared angrily at Linda, thrust its claws into her chest and growled menacingly, baring its sharp teeth. “Enough, stop!” snapped Aryadi, in an instant he turned into a black wolf and pounced back at the red wolf. Linda got up again with black blood seeping between the fronts of her clothes. As she was about to attack for the umpteenth time, the remaining witches finally stopped the vampire woman's actions with magic like a few minutes ago, as well as wolf-shifter Aryadi. Rokan Allegro took a deep breath, pushing out the wood and marble shards on his back with his strength until they fell. “Take them both to the prison ward,” he muttered, enduring the pain in his body.

He had a werewolf. Great.

He was holding a microphone as he walked into the center. “Welcome fellow inmates.” His voice boomed in the ring, “We’ve gathered here for yet another fight between an Alpha and a Vampire. Let us first present the Werewolf that stands one-ninety centimeters in height and one-ninety-one pounds of solid muscle. He’s known to be one of the most ruthless creatures in Dark Water prison and is famously known as the Savage Alpha, presenting Maverick Randolf!”

"He's just one person. You're powerful and possess enough of the Phoenix to take down fifty werewolves!" "Sandro isn't just any werewolf," Blaze asserted. Arabella shook her head as she stared at him. "Then what is he?" "He's an Alpha, Arabella," Blaze said, his voice serious. "Of course, I know that," Arabella rolled her eyes. This foolish Alpha! "Does that give him the right to act like he owns everything here?!"

he urged, pulling Alex to safety as the enemy closed in around them. In a moment of selfless sacrifice, Sergeant O'Connor shielded Alex from the brunt of the enemy's fury, his final words a testament to their shared bond forged in the crucible of war. "Make me proud, Alex," he whispered, his voice barely a whisper as he slipped away, leaving Alex alone amidst the carnage. Amidst the chaos of battle, Alex's scream pierced the air, a primal roar of unleashed fury. His eyes blazed a fiery crimson, the telltale sign of his werewolf nature unleashed. Razor-sharp nails extended from his fingers, ready to rend and tear with lethal precision.