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Even Harley chimed in here and there. Dad had just started a fire in the circular pit when Alpha Lyra emerged from the side of the house. She looked the same as I remembered her. A beautifully feminine face despite the stern expression it had been chiseled into. Dark, silky hair pulled back from her head, secured into a neat bun that meant business. I’d just returned to Nox’s side when she appeared. The flames danced off her earthen eyes, filling them with shadows.

Arthur was feeling quite nervous about what kind of a man that he's going to meet is . '' I am coming in '' said he entering along with me . '' Oh it's you wombat , what' up ?'' asked the man sitting on the throne . '' Yeah and i have brought another rookie here see '' he said . ''Oh and who's this young man ? and why is he dressed so strangely ?'' asked he . '' I don't know myself '' replied the man with horns . '' Please introduce yourself '' he demanded . '' I am Arthur , i have come here in searh of alchemy and i am a human '' he replied . '' A human how did you came here ?'' asked he being surprised . '' I have come here from the human world through the lake '' he replied .

"You know that. I pull back, a new Alpha rises in ten years with a new appetite. Your grandchildren fight this same war. The ending I am proposing is permanent." "What ending?" He looked at me steadily. No smile now. Just those amber eyes, direct and serious in a way that was somehow more unsettling than the charm. "A Sacred Bond," he said. "A marriage between the Alpha King and a human woman. Binding under wolf law and human treaty. A Human Luna… the first in history. Two species joined at the highest level, publicly and permanently." The yard went very quiet. I heard one of my guards exhale slowly behind me. "You want to marry a human," I said flatly.

Soft whispers curled through the air—luring, dangerous. I swallowed and pressed on. The audition room wasn’t a room. It was a stage bathed in violet light, surrounded by shadows. Other applicants waited nervously, stretching, practicing moves… some definitely didn’t look human under the lighting. Then he appeared. A massive figure, stepping out of darkness. Tall. Broad-shouldered. Dominant without trying. His eyes—golden, faintly glowing—pinned me in place. The world seemed to hold its breath. “Welcome to Luna Noir,” he rumbled. “I am Alpha Leon Valerius, assistant to the owner of this establishment.”

Levi’s hand moved to my shoulder, his thumb tracing the fabric over the scar. "The venom of a werewolf is fatal to humans," he explained, his voice gentle. "It burns through the system, destroys the organs. You should have died in that alley, Maya. Or, in very rare cases, you should have turned." "I didn't turn," I whispered. "I'm human." "I know," Levi said, looking puzzled. "You didn't die. And you didn't turn. You... survived. You absorbed the venom and stayed human." "So?" "So," Levi leaned his forehead against mine. "That shouldn't be possible. Unless..."

“A message arrived this morning.” Luna slipped out of bed, pulling on a robe as she crossed to him. “From who?” His jaw ticked. “The Alpha Council.” Her heart skipped. “They know?” “They do more than know.” He turned to face her, holding out the sealed scroll. “They’re demanding an audience. In three days.” Luna’s fingers trembled as she took the scroll. The wax was stamped with the ancient emblem of the High Council—an ouroboros wolf, devouring its own tail.

“Fine.” As the artist worked on Alaric’s face, the girls watched eagerly. Admittedly, I couldn’t tear my own eyes away—mostly because I couldn’t get over the way that he always seemed to give in to the girls, even when his own dignity was on the line. Gruff and stoic Alpha, indeed, except when it came to the pleading of two little girls. It was… kind of adorable. When he was done, the result was impressive—a detailed wolf with eyes that glowed slightly with glow-in-the-dark paint.

Ariel admits while taking my drink from my hand and opening it. "You don't have to be....I can take care of myself, even though I'm a human" I tell her with a smile adorning my face. Deep in me, I thought Alpha Damien looked like evil incarnate like everyone claimed but seeing the way he stared at me only gave me validation that they were all right after all. He is one book you can judge by it's cover and his cover is quite pretty but dark coloured. I am going to stay away from the I've cream shop and that area in general just in case I might run into that Beast called Alpha Damien once again and that it not a visit I'm looking forward to.

And gods help any unsuspecting guard or pack member who passed by the open door of his study and heard Alpha Alaric Blackthorn, the stoic leader of the Triplet Pack, speaking in a squeaky, high-pitched dragon voice, or a gruff, booming giant. One afternoon, I walked in to find him holding a weighty tome titled "Ancient Lunar Battle Formations." Lyra, perched comfortably in his lap, was gurgling with delight as he made dramatic gestures, narrating the movements of mythical armies with surprisingly expressive sound effects. "And then, the Great Wolf General, Grolf, howled a mighty HOWWWL!" Alaric boomed, then immediately softened his voice to a tiny squeak, "And the tiny, cowardly goblins, the