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The bloody color of the werewolf is shining as well as the two tails it keeps on swaying. The werewolf turned around and looked at me, its cardinal eyes finding their way to me. I do not feel threatened or scared, I just felt sorrow and pain just by looking into its eyes. It shocked me when it smiled and ran in my direction. “Hey!” a masculine, deep voice shouted from within that I opened my eyes to see Alarick holding my shoulders and staring at me. “Get off me!” I shouted and pushed him hard, effortfully so that he hit the wall.

Lara deserves to know the truth. "There are werewolves in Hollywood," I say before I can caution myself. She stops talking mid-sentence and freezes. The silence that follows feels louder than a scream. "Werewolves?" she repeats softly. "Like the kind in the Vampire Diaries. Half human, half wolf?" "Yeah, those kind." Bewildered, Lara walks backwards, holding on to the doorframe for support. I wish I could read her mind so I'd know what she feels about this, and whether I should keep talking.

She answered. “I know there’s still something you can do, Aurora. You don’t have much respect for the moon goddess to care about whatever she wants or what she has done. Just try, I know you well enough to know that you can still try.” My father said. I just knew they’ve known each other for a very long time. And I had a feeling that I knew Aurora too. The hallway was so quiet. Anyone who wanted to walk through it turned around as soon as they saw us standing there. It was just us there, but anyone around could still hear whatever it was we were discussing. Werewolves had incredibly sharp hearing ability for a reason.

I asked, peering through the windshield. "Probably just a deer," Amy said, but her voice was tense. "I'll check the car, make sure we didn't hit anything." "I'll come with you." "No, stay here. It'll just take a second." I watched as Amy got out and walked around to the front of the car. She was taking too long. Something felt wrong. When I couldn't stand it anymore, I got out too. That's when I saw it. A massive werewolf, easily seven feet tall, its fur dark as midnight. Amy stood frozen, staring up at it.

CHAPTER 3 “He doesn’t like to be late, young mistress.” Irene said out of breath as she pushed the door open. Luke was already there. With his back to us, he stood before a twenty-foot mural of a massacred village with a towering werewolf standing on a heap of human skulls. His silhouette was still, unflinching and mysterious. He had a glass of whiskey in his hand. He was six-foot-five of devastating charm wrapped in shadow, his jet-black hair tousled like it forgot to behave, carelessly enough to look like a hot mess. His lips too perfect to mean anything true.

The growl came again, louder this time, and the Alpha's eyes widened in fear. From the shadows, a massive wolf emerged, its fur gleaming in the moonlight. The wolf was nearly as big as a horse, its fangs bared as it approached the Alpha. The Alpha backed away, his eyes fixed on the wolf, his body trembling. Amira and Kimora watched in stunned silence as the wolf stood in front of them, a low growl rumbling in its throat. The wolf turned to Amira and Kimora, and then, it did something that neither of them could have expected. It transformed, its fur melting away, revealing a human form.

They keep the humans safe from those wild werewolves and any other creatures that do not want to cooperate and want to harm the humans. "Right, Dad. There are still bad werewolves in our city. I also read the papers about it, and we were not able to find him. He is an alpha. We are not able to trace him at all." Mavin commented. Mavin is working under our parents. In every city, we have different office headquarters. Acting like a human who is working diligently to help the country progress. Although we support the country's progress, we still need to keep our identity secret. Well, whoever a human might find out about us will faint at this rate. Who knows if the stories they watch on televi

"Relax, it's just herbs to ward off the cold. The temperature dropped last night, and my throat's been scratchy." She still looked doubtful, so I quickly shifted the subject. "You barged in here in a panic. What's going on?" Lily smacked her forehead, suddenly reminded of whatever had sent her rushing over. She launched into a frantic explanation. Apparently, Ryan had taken Eleanor to the Royal Theater today to see a play. The story followed a werewolf princess forced into a political marriage with another pack, enduring hardship for the sake of her pack. It became a tragic legend in werewolf history.

) He wonders to himself however. 'Boom!' a large explosion goes off sending tree chunks at him. "Wwwwwwwaaaaaarrr!" The wolf cries out as it evades the chunks swiftly. "Haaaaaaaaa, you won't make this easy for me will you.... Huh Jason?" A girl's voice came from behind the destroyed tree. (Clara!) He yelled in his mind his fangs showing hostility towards his childhood friend. The red haired girl stepped up and watched as the wolf ran away again "Even as a werewolf you're still weird" a vein appearing on her forehead as she began the chase again.

I can't concentrate on doing my job, the peaceful life with Balthazar that I'm living right now makes me feel even more guilty. But I also know there's nothing I can do at this point other than stay in hiding. My appearance will only exacerbate our problems. "What should I say in front of those werewolves? Hello, my name is Balthazar, I am a human who lives in the Yellowstone Pack territory. By chance that night I saw the Alpha Brennan wolf in the woods around where I live?" Balthazar shook his head. "My statement will not affect anything, Caroline, in fact my arrival will only provoke the werewolf werewolf's suspicions."