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Of setting innocent lives against one another all because two men in suits have a difference of opinion. But this book is interesting. It’s about the original angel war. A warm breeze flows through the room. Tugging my hair and tumbling the pages. The wind curls around me when it lands on a page of a warrior. And angel above the rest. An angel that resembles my mother. Although his is much more built and has a stone cold expression on his face, the features are so similar to hers. ‘Train. Fight. Battle. Win.’ The wind whispers into my ear like a lovers breath fanning my cheek. ‘He dragged you into this. Drag him out of it.’

And underneath it all— The lingering irritation that Draven had been standing there when she made that choice. Cassian forced the thought away. Ava walked slightly ahead of him now, the strange book held carefully in her hands. Even through the dim moonlight the symbols on its cover seemed wrong. Not dangerous. Just… old. Older than wolves. “You feel it too, don’t you?” Ava asked quietly. Cassian glanced down at the book. “Yes.” “What do you think it is?” Cassian exhaled slowly.

ARWYN My body was pressed against another, radiating warmth that made me reluctant to wake, hoping to prolong the blissful sorcery enveloping me. My lashes fluttered open, revealing the familiar sight of books and towering shelves—I was still in the library. Surprisingly, I remembered the conversation I was having with Jagger about the dragons and Thrystan's brother, Nerys, whom I accidentally killed two years ago in the Spire. That mission haunted me for months, rendering me unable to function properly. I could only imagine how Thrystan must have felt, losing his older brother to such a horrible death.

The both of them began walking to the staircase that led up, to the next floor, where Citadel K was. “So what other differences do you think there are?” Harold who had been studying a small-sized blonde who seemed to be crying in a corner turned to look at her. The student had the same stature as Derek, Harold remembered, but Derek had been a Enchanter. A wizard, precisely. There was no way this weeping student was related to Derek. “I didn't hear what you said,” he said, turning back to look at her. “What other differences do you think there are between the pup of an Alpha and a normal wolf?”

A knife, spinning through the air, fast and silent, straight for her chest. Roman’s arm hooked her waist, yanking her down—hard—into the dirt, his body half over hers, his breath hot on her neck. The knife thudded into a tree, inches above, and a laugh—low, cold—rolled out from the shadows, followed by boots crunching slow, deliberate, closing in.

~The End~ Thank you all for reading, The Wolf Without a Name—Book 1 in the series. A paperback of this novel can be found on A****n with a beautiful cover you have to see. Book 2—Alpha Christian—will be coming soon to A****n, edited version. Want to read more books written by me? Visit my F******k page @ A.K.Knight or my I*******m account @athan941 to see my other werewolf/romance novels. Make sure to follow and like my social media accounts to be informed when Book 2 is available in both paperback and hardcopy.