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Fenrir spoke, diverting my attention. “That was fast.” I spoke. “Of course, I’m actually useful.” He spoke, giving Damon a death glare. “I’m listening.” I said. “When you mentioned the entity being a shadow or rather a dark shadow that granted wishes in exchange for souls I thought that sounded familiar—anciently familiar.” He pulled out a book, “Hey, librarian, know about this?” The book was old, with the back pages already peeling off. It read in bold, vintage font, “Elemental Werewolves: The Curse of The Dragon.”

The books were the code of conduct of the werewolves for centuries and centuries, written and bound with magic with access granted to only the wolves council and it took the magic of more than one of them to access and open them. They contained our origins, prophecies, myths and laws, and everything you could ever think possible about the werewolf world and every creature had their books. "And she changed the books of the vampires, traveling to manipulate the king into thinking that he needed to sacrifice a silver wolf to be more powerful." She truly was an evil bitch. "So..." I took in a deep breath, "You mentioned red wolves being born with dark spirits but what if I am an exception." "Tha

I happily granted it, and his tongue darted into my mouth like he was tasting the heavens themselves. He gripped my ass and easily lifted me, pushing me onto his desk. Eagerly, we relieved each other of any obstacle, and he pushed his erect shaft into me. I moaned in delight, feeling him hungrily thrust into me, pushing me over the edge over and over again. Moments later, I helped him clean up the mess we made, when I suddenly came across a book--- about witches. “What’s this?” I questioned, turning to Levi. I didn’t need to read a lot to realize that the section Levi had been studying was about witches and werewolves. He turned to me and quickly noticed the book I was holding. He sighed, no

The rest of the world could have burned down, and in here, it would still smell like old paper and ink. Perfect. I’d pulled three entire stacks of books around me, a fortress of leather bindings and worn pages: histories of werewolves, dense texts on Lycans, thin, brittle pamphlets about old bloodlines, even obscure case studies of wolfless wolves and the rare, desperate stories of those who’d somehow triggered their first shift late in life. None of it helped.

Lola understood by now that they were all dead serious about this, so she asked, “So what happened to them? “ Fenna balled her fists, “The Fire Wolves were loved by most of the werewolves. Everyone accepted they should be leading because of their powers. They were strict but also fair so there was peace for many centuries. Until the Grey Oak clan led by Noah his grandfather got jealous. He schemed with other packs that were unhappy. They wanted more power, particularly for men. The Fire Wolves did not believe in privilege by rank or gender. Anyway, they tricked the Fire wolves with the help of the high priestess. They drugged them and burned the whole village with every single wolf in them.

From what I have heard, they appear to regard it exceptionally. At the point when he at long last stops, I stop too over an especially thick book named Werewolves, Spiers, and Shifters: Complete Version. On the front is an image of a threatening werewolf ready to gobble up a human and a human combating a genuinely horrendous looking Shifter with a weird-looking lance. I slip it from the rest, concealing it behind me.

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I am the Alpha. The corridors twisted in impossible angles, shadows crawling like living snakes. Alvar ran through them, faster than thought, stronger than steel, hungrier than any predator. Every sound was amplified, every smell piercing, every heartbeat a drum of his own bloodlust. ‘Crush. Tear. Burn. Kill. Rule. Consume.’ Another servant stumbled into him. Alvar didn’t hesitate. Hands were claws, teeth were fangs. Flesh tore, blood sprayed, the wolf inside roared. Alvar’s body twisted, spun, and slammed the next figure against the wall. Nothing remained of them but pain and chaos.

“He’s clearly got you on drugs or something.” “That’s ridiculous. I’m completely sober.” “Are you, Camille? I should give you a test or something.” He checked out the other books. More vampire romance? Where were the werewolves? He saw none. “Wrong,” Dire grumbled. Don’t worry. We’ll get her proper books. Maddox browsed more of the vampire books and realized that they all had the same author. Grace Moon. That was an interesting name.

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