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Ivy whined, clinging onto Vivian's arm. "Ivy, stop being a whiny child! Eve, take him or I will take his dead body back." That seemed to have an effect on them since I haven't been serious for a while. Evelyn quickly dragged Ivy's whining butt and left me alone with Vivian. Things are about to get crazy. A howl interrupted our glaring contest, wolf appearing in front of us with low growls erupting from his deathly bloody mouth. "Uh oh-" I gulped, taking a few steps back but he stared at me with his red piercing eyes. "Hey... wolfie... that I don't the name of- how about you let me go? Huh?"

She stood still, trying to resist the force but it overwhelmed her and forced her to the ground. "Arrrhh!" She roared as she changed into a Witch-Wolf, as huge as a bear. She jumped around with force, sniffing around her. Some men were sitting at a corner, drinking from some bottles on the floor. They were speaking gibberish as they nodded their head from left to right in rhythm to music playing from a Small stereo. "What is that thing by the corner of the road?" One of them asked with squinting eyes, pointing at a creature by the road.

I could see the den from where I was, it was just a stone's throw away. I walked there and met Alex concentrating on something seriously. He seemed to have been practising some wolf skills. I stood and watched. He closed his eyes and stood still, making hair grow out from his face, hands, neck and leg without having to fully turn into a wolf. The view was fascinating. Perks of being a wolf. I wished I was one, apart from the part where they were always on the run because of the fear of being captured. "You're welcome to have a seat," he said as he released his fist and looked up like he was searching for something

“They only react to evil. To corruption. Which, as you know, demons tend to carry like perfume.” He smiled faintly. “Okay,” I replied quietly, unsure whether I was accepting a gift or a burden. He carefully packed the candle and the flower into a plain brown paper bag, folding the top with a strange kind of reverence before handing it to me. I tucked it into the inside of my coat and left the shop, pulling the fur tight around me as I stepped back into the cold air. But halfway home, I felt it my wolf stirred. It was faint, a twitch under my skin, like the brush of wind through tall grass. She hadn’t responded to anything since the Heartstone. Why now? Had something in that shop awoken her?

I couldn’t undermine what it was; I never found out no matter how many times she did it. … The sound of horses rolling in from several areas of the pack made me jump in excitement. The classical male wolves from noble families in their rich tuxedos, the 1960s musicians who were always there to entertain, and the elders in their roped-up attire—all here for the celebration.

“You could end it, you know. Pick a winner. Let them live.” I snort. If only it were that easy. “Find me one who can last past the third sunrise, and maybe I’ll consider it.” Her presence flickers in front of me, like a whisp of smoke. “You’ve gone soft. I can smell it on you.” “Must be your imagination. The only thing soft here is the ground after the corpses hit it.” She chuckles and fades, leaving the back of my skull blessedly empty. I straighten, scanning the new arrivals. A witch crying into her hands. Two wolves are already posturing for dominance. A human, brave or stupid, probably both, trying to look like she belongs. Typical.

Could we make it there in time before this thing attacked us? The wolf didn’t seem to like my action, and it snorted, causing dust from the ground to fly into the air. Lifting his head, he growled once more, showing his sharp teeth. I felt my heart beat in my ears as I tried not to make any sudden movements. Was this what the professor needed to talk to me about? That wolves roamed the campus at night?

I felt nothing, just nothing. I opened my eyes slowly, the ache of disappointment hitting me harder than I expected. I had hoped that something could happen but nothing did and I thought if what happened in the car was just a hallucination. Just as I looked up to Kaden, Kellan’s wolf jumped at him, landing on his back and bit down on the most vulnerable part to all wolves. Kaden’s neck. The moment it happened, Kaden let out a loud, guttural growl, stumbling as he tried to shake Kellan’s wolf off him But Kellan’s wolf didn’t let go. Its jaws locked tighter around Kaden’s neck and blood poured out of his neck like a river.

Beatrice's POV The accounting software crashed for the third time tonight and I want to throw my laptop through the window, but windows in the Alpha residence are expensive and I am the one who will have to explain the repair costs to pack elders who already think I waste money. Instead I restart the program and pull up the financial reports Richard sent this morning with a note that just says, We need to talk about the Alpha accounts, which is Beta code for disaster. The pack house echoes with music and laughter from Desmond's flirtatious gathering which he calls getting drunk with friends while I work late in my office pretending everything is fine. April knocks on my door carrying coffee.

He leaned closer, his hands grabbing my shirt. The fabric tore. I screamed. “NO!” This couldn’t be happening. Was this how I was going to die? Broken and alone in the forest? Then suddenly— A deep, powerful growl echoed through the trees. The rogues froze. Heavy footsteps approached. And then I saw it. A massive red wolf stepped out from the forest. Its golden eyes glowed with fury. “Sh*t,” one rogue muttered. “We crossed into Red Water territory.” The wolf shifted into a tall, muscular man.