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Will says, Moira set me down on my feet fixing my clothes for me. "The first shift is always the worse but remember I believe in you okay?" She says giving me a pep talk before holding my hand and walking me off toward the alpha's place. It's time to say goodbye to the little freedom I had before, in the alpha's place there's no sneaking out, no getting away with anything, our two alphas are ruthless. Alpha Rowan and alpha Aiden are two of the most powerful wolves out there, although they hardly look like they are in their mid-twenties the two alphas are century old, and they believe in keeping on the old ways and rules, including training the newly shifted wolves themselves.

I put a tablet of the drug inside the water and handed it to him. “Here you go,” I said. He murmured thanks and gulped the water immediately. I waited for some time till he became sleepy and I asked him again. “What’s my name, Alpha?” "Bella. Bella Walters.” He said and I sighed in relief. He wouldn’t remember that he had been with a different person. Then I laid down and drifted off to sleep. No longer a virgin, the thought filled my heart as I opened my eyes from sleep. I looked at the time and realized that it was 5:45 am.

Evander said, and though I was angry that he was interrupting my good time where I was finally gping to take my revenge, I nodded at him, wanting to get rid of him soon. "Did you know that Avyanna is the only hybrid in the world? A witch and a werewolf with elemental powers?" He asked calmly, and I looked at him with raised brows. She is a witch? Does that mean my suspicion about her was right when she dismissed me by saying she is an elemental wolf? "I didn't -" I started, but he interrupted me with a calm smile, something about his expression throwing me off.

Avira! My wolf called from within me just as I noticed a presence. It was her! The she-wolf who have had me suffering her pain for the past two years, the she-wolf who had made me travel all the way here. Avira was her name, or was my wolf wrong? I guess I would find out soon enough. I looked closely at her as I approached her, noting just different she was from how I had imagined her to be. Her eyes, although pretty, held hidden tales of pain. The exposed part of her body was strangely smooth. Too smooth that for a moment I doubted she was really the one but my wolf had confirmed her identity, and he cannot be wrong. Or can he?

What her female heart wanted most was a mate. The male smiles, kissing the back of her neck. "My clever she-wolf, you do great work for our pack." [The Pride of the North Manni Vs The Fire-Runner Ava Hart: Which Coat is the True Icon of the Valleys? Long Strides or Thick Curves: Choose Your Wolf!] The challenge looks like a game for the young pups, but it carries a hidden trap. The ordinary wolves do not see the trick; they just vote for fun. Because of Ava’s close bond with Connor and the fact that Manni was across the sea, most of the young wolves pick Ava.

He's shirtless, revealing a toned and muscular body, and he has an air of authority about him. The wolves back off at his command, and Ava watches as they disappear into the forest. The man approaches her, his intense gaze taking her in. He introduces himself as Ethan, the Alpha of the pack. Ava feels drawn to him, despite her fear of the wolves. He's powerful and commanding, and she can't deny the chemistry between them. Ethan invites her to a pack gathering later that night, and Ava can't resist the temptation to learn more about these creatures she's never encountered before.

The vampires were fast but still the numbers were against us. Just as I resorted to just fighting as hard as I could, I heard numerous howls and turned around only to see a huge wolf jump in and tear a rogue from behind me. “Hi Alpha Kael, I'm Xavier, Averie’s mate. We have come to help.” He sounded so giddy and I wondered how someone could be so happy in this situation. “Thank you, you have no idea how much we needed the boost.” He nodded and when I looked around more wolves were attacking the rogues and the numbers were evened out. Energy burst through my veins and I started tearing into the rogues once more.

And I will be damned if I let a tyrant in the clothes of a god take it from us. No more running. No more waiting. We strike first. We strike hard. And we end this. For our families. For our fallen. For Lycara!” A thunderous roar erupted from the army. The ground shook beneath our feet as thousands of wolves howled, their voices merging into a battle cry that sent shivers down my spine. They were ready. But before I could give the command to move, Ava stepped forward. She turned to the warriors, her electric blue eyes fierce and filled with the determination of the gods, her hair whipping in the wind and shining under the sun, casting a halo that made her look ethereal.

He had two cups of black coffee in his hands. He set one down in front of her. "Stop reading that stuff." Adrian’s gaze flicked to the tablet screen, his tone low. Ava picked up the coffee and took a sip. Bitter. No sugar. "They’re not lying." She looked straight into his eyes. "I am an Omega. I don’t have a wolf spirit. I can’t beat a single full-grown werewolf in a fight." Adrian came around the desk and stopped beside her. Then he pulled her up from the chair and wrapped her in his arms. His chin rested lightly against the top of her head.

Her call is an echo on the wind, a summons to battle that cannot be ignored. Beside her appears a pair of wolves, Aoron and Eta. They connect with the werewolves, seeking compatible partners amidst the pack. Together, they unleash a powerful howl and charge towards the Drider. They attack from all directions, their claws and teeth deadly weapons that tear and rend. Gradually, they manage to break all the Drider's legs, incapacitating it.