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Liya etched, her voice infusing sadness and disappointment into me. “We can at least try again. It’s been forever since we tried, and I am willing to do that now,” I retorted, assuring my wolf that we would get to the bottom of this together. Liya grumbled, “Let’s start with researching. Enough about the red wolves. It’s time to read other books and find out who we are.” Sensing my wolf’s fear of the unknown, I nodded and dropped the book I was holding. I was ready to pick another, titled Howls of the Ancients: Mystical Forces and Werewolf History.

The good mood that I had when I brought Nova home is gone as I reach for the journals. I sit there while Jude picks at his food. I don’t know how long I read or how much of it that I even fully comprehend. It’s just so…sick. So fucking evil. It takes my brain several moments to process what I’m seeing and I know that I read several pages, paragraphs, sentences over and over before my mind can process what has been done to wolves right here on my territory. She-wolves and pups were stolen by or given to the rogues for the sole purpose of human trafficking.

"And then the debt collectors will come for both of us and seize pack lands, and every wolf in Crescent Moon Pack will lose their homes because you were too selfish to accept your fate. Can you live with that?" The trap closes around me so perfectly I almost admire the cruelty. He knows I cannot let the pack suffer for his mistakes, recognizes I have spent three years protecting these wolves from his incompetence, and admits I will choose their safety over my freedom. "You are a monster," I say. "I'm a realist." He responds by straightening his jacket like we just finished a pleasant conversation. "You were never going to give me an heir anyway, too defective for that. At least this way you

One reform at a time. One young wolf inspired at a time. That's what matters. That's what endures. That's what makes it all worthwhile. Hope Silverclaw is writing her story. Not as alpha anymore. As Elder. As a teacher. As living proof that young wolves can lead at any level. And that's a story worth telling. A story worth living. A story that's just beginning. Even though she's been writing it for nine years already. Because the story isn't about her.

I'd spent most of the night awake unable to sleep, despite taking pain killers that were meant to make my sleep peaceful, my laptop hidden under the blankets while Damon slept peacefully beside me, oblivious to my silent panic. I'd researched wolves—real wolves, mythological wolves, werewolf legends from every culture I could find. And the more I read, the worse it got. Wolves were predators. Pack animals that hunted together, that protected their territory viciously, that saw humans as either threats or prey. The folklore was even more disturbing—stories of werewolves luring humans into false security before revealing their true nature, of rituals requiring human sacrifice, of creatures tha

, remembering all the numerous times I had dragged my brother Apollo here, so he could read me the story of the first wolf. I carefully set down the old book on the wooden floor and laid down on my stomach just like I used to with my brother. I had begged our Alpha to let me take it home but it was an important book and rules can never be broken. I opened the all so familiar book and gazed down at all the intricate drawings and illustrations in it. It told the story of the moon goddess and how she created the first wolf, her first child. How she gave him a mate and blessed him with pups.

'Get back here,' He commanded before putting the block back up. "Hurry!" Beth yelled out. Her arms went around to protect Demeter as she started to jog," he sent the boys after us." We started sprinting, trying desperately to get back to the event area. We'd barely made it to the part of town where the rubble wasn't present when two large grey wolves circled up. Their teeth were bared, snarls ripping from their mouths as they spotted Finn close to Beth. She stopped running and created distance between her and Finn. One of the twins ran over, standing in front of her protectively. The other came to me and started snarling harder.

“Why couldn’t you fair plant a cultivate? Take up knitting?” The picture of a bunch of macho guys accumulated around the sitting room clicking their needles with a roll of yarn at their feet nearly made him giggle out boisterous. “Wolves are pack creatures, and so are werewolves. The pack works together. Lives together. They do everything together. A wolf without a pack won’t final exceptionally long, and those that do are a few difficult ass mother fuckers.” “You’re not telling me anything I don’t as of now know.”

She walked closer to one of the big shelves and touched it. She knew she wasn't supposed to be there, but she couldn't help looking around more. She took one book from the shelf and cleaned off the dust on it. She saw a picture of a black wolf on the cover of the book, which was titled A Pack of Wolves. "I can't believe a man like him reads fantasies." She scoffed. She was going through the books when her eyes suddenly caught a book. The book had a black cover with no picture on it. "Werewolves rule." She read it silently. She was about to open the book when she suddenly heard something whispering behind her.

Looking at it now, I couldn't believe how foolish I'd been. "Elara." A voice came from the gate. I looked up. Silas stood there, a bag of fruit in his hand. Silas was a neighbor I'd met here. A native wolf of the Southern Pack. He ran a small architectural design studio. When I first arrived, I'd happened to apply for a position there. That was how we met. "How are you feeling today?" He walked in and set the fruit on the table. "Brought you some oranges. Thought you might like them."