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I can only stare at my stupid shoes, the nicest ones I have and still too cheap for this place. “What has you frightened now?” he asks. “I don’t know how real mates behave,” I confess. “Is there something chemical between them that I can’t replicate? What if I mess up this whole act without even realizing it?” “It's not that complicated.” “Easy for you to say.” “Let's start with this.” He closes the distance between us in a single, deliberate step. “Wolf shifters crave touch.” His fingers brush the outside of my arm, then linger. “Simple gestures. Points of contact here and there.”

I slam the book shut, the echo loud in the stillness of the library. Dust blooms in front of me, making my nose wrinkle as I sneeze. My chest tightens as I stare at the worn cover, my mind churning. There’s only one way to know the truth—whether I’m an omega or an alpha wolf. I have to shift.

“How do we do that, if we can’t get near them? We didn’t notice anything before and we were all basically on top of each other in the packhouse.” “That’s the thing. I think we were too close to everything and none of us ever thought about anyone using magic here so it wasn’t something we were looking for. Typically speaking, wolves don't have or use magic. You are the first shifter I have ever seen that can manipulate magic like a witch. Now that we know we need to look for magic, we can approach it differently.”

“They’re already here.” Chaos erupted. Shadows darted through the trees as more rogues appeared, their snarls filling the air. Nicola didn’t hesitate. She shifted back into her wolf form, launching herself at the nearest attacker. Her claws raked through fur and flesh, her movements precise and unrelenting. The triplets fought with unmatched ferocity, their wolves tearing through the enemy with calculated precision. Cedric’s wolf was a blur of silver, his strength and speed a testament to his lineage.

Asher already ran towards her. His body convulsed. His bones cracked and expanded, his muscles stretching unnaturally…it was a sign- a sign that his wolf was losing it already. His scent shifted—became darker. Stronger. Annatoria’s breath caught in her throat. He wasn’t just a werewolf. He was a Lycan. Her heartbeat thundered in her ears. This… changed everything.

So it eats me with a look, - I coquettishly added fuel to the fire. “And I see you have a weakness for mercenaries,” Kohan remarked playfully, nevertheless throwing a suspicious glance at the brunette wolf. - I'm surprised that the wolf hurt you, and not your pet. - Kokhan ran an appraising glance over Grisha. The smell from him was very strong, but even I could not decipher it. - Like wolves, half-breeds... - I snorted. - Everyone is gray at night! It would all be over soon. One more touch or kiss from him and I'll rip his throat out myself.

Lisa was definitely correct; she uses this wolf to win battles. But my blonde body is still larger, and I am still older. No wolf will ever take my Alpha away. He is mine. Emmett is ours. Lisa and I love this pack. As soon as she is fully shifted, I lunge. I rip through her fur and flesh on her side. She tries to scratch me, but I move out the way quickly. I jump on her back, and I tear her shoulder open. She whines loudly and shakes me off. I circle her as she shakes her fur, trying to ease the pain. She growls lowly, and I roar as I lunge for her neck. She doesn't even land a single paw on me before her neck is snapped in between my jaws. I secretly wish it had lasted longer.

"I'm the weakest wolf anyone's ever seen." "Physical strength isn't everything." Doc's voice is gentle but firm. "I've seen wolves who could bench press a car but couldn't handle real pressure." He stands up and moves to the window. "And I've seen quiet ones who surprised everyone when push came to shove." "You don't understand." I struggle to find the words, my throat tight. "My wolf is..." I pause, swallowing hard. "She's broken." I force myself to continue. "Shifting hurts so much I pass out. I can barely maintain a partial transformation."

ALPHA ZANE Why is she always in a hurry around me? I thought as I watched Kaira extend her hand with my phone, already preparing to leave. Always running, always pulling away, always keeping that careful distance between us. I reached out to take the phone, my fingers moving toward hers. But then it happened. My wolf surged forward with such force that I actually felt the impact in my chest. The excitement, the recognition, the pure overwhelming need. It was like being kicked from the inside, a jolt of energy that made my hand miss the phone entirely and wrap around her wrist instead.

I felt a sudden jolt of attraction. I shifted my gaze to trail her frame. Her wet and tattered shirt clung to her frame like a second skin. Her features were feminine and soft. I was completely captivated. “She’s a wolf,” Kaelen said, sniffing the air. “I can smell it on her, but her essence is practically absent.” “Her wolf is subdued, perhaps the work of the dark witches,” I said. “She seems defenseless but you can never be too sure with wolves from the Blackwood pack.”