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The wolf packs recognized me as the wolf princess they could trust with their lives. No longer was I the Zendaya who had to hide behind someone. Now, I was the leader who protected her kingdom. I also visited the rogues who once attacked me. They weren't dead, but they had been given the punishment they deserved. Their self-healing powers were destroyed. For the rest of their lives, they would beg for scraps on the filthiest streets.

It’s against the Werewolf legendary rule," I said sternly. She grinned from ear to ear as she kneaded her elbow. "Yes, you will be crowned the Werewolf queen this year." "First and foremost, I must assassinate those five assassins." Nyka later went to the Felis farmstead to carry out our plan for tomorrow. I went into my room and looked out the window. His large eyelashes and the lamp light near his bed table fell on his face as he slept blissfully. It accentuated his attractiveness and sped up my heartbeat. Amethyst, just don't forget about your vengeance and divert your attention away from it. With a shake of my head, I exhaled deeply. He abruptly awoke from his slumber and gazed around, a

I understood how that felt. I was in a room full of the most powerful people in Vespera with a chest tube compressed under my dress and my legs shaking behind the heavy fabric and I had just spoken a dead language in front of five syndicate bosses and I was going to need to sit down very soon or I was going to fall down which would significantly undermine everything I had just done. Varek appeared at my left side. He stepped in close. Not touching me. Just close enough that his warmth reached me and his body was there if I needed it. His hand hovered near the small of my back. Not landing. Just ready.

For now, she’d have to be the werewolf’s assistant. The End!

Eryndor addressed them: "Be vigilant and wary of the werewolf spies in your midst. These infiltrators lack the bravery and immortal hearts that you now possess. You will find them flee and lost. " "The Sphinx tribe was divided into twin clans: the Archers, masters of the bow and arrows, and the Aviari, adept at flight and arboreal acrobatics. Both were excellent in their dexterity." From the towering trees, the Aviari launched their aerial assault, incredible flights, swooping down upon their foes with deadly precision, while the Archers rained arrows from above, pinning down their enemies in a withering crossfire. They terrified the hearts of the faulters.

I told him as I bit him until he died and turned into ash. Since the situation had calmed down, I rushed to check into Anastasia's tent myself. Hugo was fighting 5 middle-class vampires and 3 high-class vampires in his wolf form. His wolf, Erik, was a huge red wolf with brown eyes. Although Erik wasn't as big as Axel, it was capable of tearing 4 middle-class vampires apart easily.

No flutters or magic are running loose in my veins, only fear. I don't want this! I try to wriggle away from Arvin's grip, but there isn't a chance in the world for me to win against a werewolf. Arvin is also the alpha, and they are known to be massive. The man is towering over me, pressing me further into the bookshelf as he takes more than I'm willing to give. What Arvin is doing is wrong on so many levels—this counts as rape!

The words came from inside my head. Mate. Mine. Mine to protect. Mine to claim. The guards remained prostrate, their faces pressed into the pine needles and mud, their bodies twitching in a submission they couldn't control. They weren't reacting to me; they were reacting to the raw, untamed authority of the Moon-Born female before them, amplified by the newly-ignited power of the Cursed Alpha. Ava’s wolf—a shimmering silver beast the size of a small deer, with the unmistakable regal bearing of true royalty—let out a low growl.

For several months, Halvir and Aefar worked hand in hand to help each other. They fought with all their might to be acknowledged by the Alpha Wolves, the children of the Wolf King, which means Aefar's uncles. Halvir and Aefar, who are recognized as strong *Sapphires, in Wolf Village, often become the butt of ridicule. Sometimes it ends in a draw, but not infrequently they have to lie down when they clash for strength.

The poor cub managed two small bites before his eyes rolled back, his system slipping into a deep, feverish unconsciousness that made the heart monitor scream in the quiet room. A sharp vibration against my thigh broke the silence, and I pulled out the screen to see a raw data dump from Leif Perez. The wolf Harper met after leaving the sector is named Kairi Torres—a high-level material designer at the Alice studio. She was flagged as the primary silver-weave donor for Averi’s registry profile before the cancellation cleared.