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Chapter 14: Wolfish Aggression Porter's Bedroom, Bungalow 13, Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A... The sound of a loud commotion had startled the formerly slumbering Porter Fulton and drove him to nearly leap out of bed as he found himself given to tension he'd never felt before and aggression of his own, as he stormed out of his bedroom to find that Owen was huddled in a corner naked as the day he was born and Conway, who had also been naked was in his half primal form trading, blows with another werewolf that had attended their school who had been going through the effects of rut. The scent of Owen's heat had triggered it when he passed by and he immediately came barreling

As soon as the car was out of the academy grounds, Alpha Drex began talking. “I don’t feel good about this.” “As you should.” I snapped. “What the fuck was that supposed to mean?” He growled. ‘Relax,’ Austin said through our mindlink as our eyes locked on the rearview mirror. ‘Don’t let him rile you up now. We need answers.’ I took out a photo that Austin had given me earlier before sliding it to him. “Do you know this wolf?” It was a still shot from our CCTV, where we captured one wolf with an evident scar on his face.

He wanted to complete his course with the best grades possible, enjoy life like any other student, and to do so, he wanted to be treated like anyone else, and not like the crown prince. When he reaches his locker, he takes out the market analysis book, and when he closes the door, a slight scent of chocolate and vanilla enters his nostrils. His wolf immediately becomes agitated. “What scent was that?” – he asks his wolf through maidlink. "Mate! Mate! Mate!" – the wolf replies, very excited. “Goddess, I have just started my first year of college. I don't want any mates. Much less another woman drooling over me.”

It became a trending topic across social media platforms, igniting a debate about demonic creatures lurking around campuses in the guise of education. The wolf descends from a noble family on the West Coast and has a massive influence on the pack leadership. It only took a few hours for the pack to hack the university system, destroy the surveillance video of the wolf’s capture, and sue the university for defamation and false claims about werewolves they alternately call ‘beast’ and ‘monster.’ The pack released the video footage of the barbaric torture their member suffered at the hands of university officials. It generated online heat on various social media platforms and news channels. Th

They had likely not been touched in years, if not a decade. Mara gave me an amused look. “How many wolves do you know that read in their free time?” …Fair point. Most wolves were absorbed in almost everything else. Sports. Training. Affairs of the opposite gender. Even though the option for college was present, most opted out. The few, like me, who did do college coursework were treated like outcasts. Mara scanned the shelves with her finger. “Let’s see. Etiquette. Etiquette…I think this will do.”

running as Atlas. Atlas is my black wolf with a white chest and a white tipped ear he is big, bigger than my father , I got him a few months ago when I turned 18. my beta Jake has had his wolf able, who is dark gray with a black strip down his back and both his ears have black tips, for almost a month and my gamma Eric gets his in almost two months Most of the time Atlas is my best friend but today he feels off, kind of just agitated, he was pacing and whining in my head all night and I couldn't sleep most the night. it's definitely got me in a piss poor mood, and he is acting even worse now that I let Eden so close to me on the bike. I'm going to try and keep myself in check, I really just

EVEN IF IT MEANS GOING AGAINST YOU! “AARON KEIZER, FAKE BETA OF SILVERCREST AND FAKE MATE OF DIWA DENAR, WELCOME!” WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU CALLING ME A FAKE MATE, WOLF? SURE, I CAN ADMIT TO BEING CALLED A FAKE BETA NOW THAT I’VE LEFT THE PACK, BUT FAKE MATE? REALLY ONYX?! That wasn’t me, Aaron. What the… So, who?! “FAKE MATE, I’M TALKING TO YOU!”

He ended the call without saying goodbye. I closed my laptop and dropped my head back against the chair. My wolf was pacing now, restless and irritated. It had been doing that more and more lately. Like something was missing. My phone buzzed. A text from Cade. Gym? You sound like you need to hit something. I smiled despite my mood. Cade had been my Beta and best friend since we were kids. He could read me better than anyone. Twenty minutes. The campus gym was technically open to all students, but there were certain hours when wolves tended to take over. Evening was one of them. By the time I arrived, the weight room was full of familiar faces. Pack members, allied families, wolves who unders

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It was so hard to focus on his face when literally everything was bare. I cleared my throat, "so uh...what you saw outside the house was real. The supernatural is real and this wolf over here is a werewolf who was imprisoned into that stone thingy for many years until today. He's here to ask for our help," yup, I just laid it all out there for her to process. It wasn't like I could break it down any simpler anyway. A huge sigh of relief escaped my lips as the tension fled my body. It felt so good to tell the truth for once. To speak of the things that I knew about.