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“Thank you, sir. I’m Amerie. Your shop is lovely. Do you have any books or old maps of the surrounding area? I’d love to learn more about my new home.” “Ah, of course. Down the third aisle toward the end you’ll find one book by Caneen alongside some old maps.” He pointed at the aisle. Amerie thanked him and went to the book and maps. She took a bite of the chocolate pastry as she glanced at the shelves. As she walked down the aisle, she noticed small wolves carved into the columns of the bookshelves. The book Tom had mentioned seemed old yet not very worn. The front cover was black with a golden paw print, and the author’s name was in green at the top. The spine of the book read “The Town of

chapter 11: The Brutal Encounter As the moon cast its silvery glow upon the rugged terrain, the trio of wolves stood before me. One of them, a formidable dark gray wolf, was the largest among them. He abruptly sprinted away, leaving me alone with the other two. "So, he's making you do his dirty work?" I sneered, disdain dripping from my voice. "Imagine the tales you'll pass down to your grandchildren. 'Hey, remember the time we killed Uncle Ray's mate?' You two are nothing but pathetic." My words carried a mixture of anger and defiance, culminating in a defiant spit in the direction of the wolf closest to me.

She estimated that six cars in total were pulled down off the tracks with them. She had banged her forehead on the first pitch anticipating more movement and paying the price in a nice solid goose egg on her head. Her wrist and knees aching from the impact against the bumpy metal, she tried to right herself, but before she could there was a horrible metal scrape, followed by a slam and light flooding into the car from their new side wall. A bright brown wolf, the size of a VW bug dashed inside, barely squeezing into the door hatch. He was frothing at the mouth and had crazed eyes that Jane could see the whites of despite the fact that he was moving, and fast. With a low whimper, it crouched

As I closed the distance, the smell of decay blew my way, and I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. Whoever was on our land was close. Just as I was about to grab Maddie, a scrawny and sickly wolf skidded around the house, foam dripping from its muzzle. My eyes burned as I felt my beast come forward, needing to protect our baby. Maddie stumbled with surprise as I jumped over her head, shifting mid-air into my wolf and colliding with the rogue. I could hear her crying behind me as I bit and clawed at the intruder.

“What do you mean? I didn't know you were searching about that?” I sighed, rubbing my temples. “It just happened. My wolf told me a story and I just have to find out. I found a book about them—the Silver Wolves. They were worshipped, Zara. Practically gods among wolves. They protected others, healed the sick, and stopped wars before they could begin. But then… something changed. They went from being revered to being hunted. I don't know how to why. The records are incomplete,”

Neerah The smell of books really calms my mind these days. And today, it is not just any book that I am reading. I am going to read the book titled ‘Soulful bond’ by a writer who calls himself ‘Gee Wolf’ I am finally going to find out if I can explain the first two days I spent at the pack house. Every one of the teachers I asked in school said that this book is like the textbook to every tiny explanation you need about werewolf connections. Their connection with their mates, their wolves, their pack members…

I couldn’t stay there and continue to face the disgrace of that day. My wolf is still weak. From time to time, he would groan within me, maybe to tell me he was still there or a sign of mourning. With every movement on the ground, my body still burned with pain. Whenever my body brushed against a tree or hit a rock, the pain would multiply. However, my will prompted me to continue to move on. If this will be my end, so be it. it was better than staying in the clan where no one cared anymore.

Be careful," I cautioned her as she flipped the first page in the book. Putting an end to her rush, she flipped the pages of the book slowly. I saw many stories of wolves. One page captured my attention. "Wait a minute," I said, stopping Damia. She opened the page and started to read to see what grabbed my attention. "The Alphas, who have black fur, are the most powerful wolves. There were two different kinds of black wolves that the members of this pack were scared of when they lived inside the forest many years ago, when the pack was not as modern as it is today. The first one has blue eyes, and the second one has red eyes. If they were to come into contact with one another during any war,

Lanzetta so that I am not tempted to make a run for it. When I get out of the shower, I run the towel over my hair as my eyes land on the leather book Ben had asked about last night. "Moon Born Wolves of Alaska," I read the title out loud in a whisper, running my fingertips over its indentations. With a quick glance at the clock on Ben's side of the bed, there are more than four hours before I have to meet with Mrs. Lanzetta. Picking up the book, I flip to the first page and start reading. It starts with what I already know. The Alaskan wolves were said to be the first created by the moon goddess and were highly respected for their connection to divinity.

Fagua I stumbled backwards as the wolves closed in. His words promised to deliver exactly what he’d said. I didn't know what he'd do to me, but I didn't like the gleam in his eyes or the wolves around me. "How come you've never turned, girl? Got too much of your damn Ma in you." He sneered. "All you need is a few bites to get the change fever going. Handy it's a full moon coming up soon." I'd never been bitten by a wolf my entire life. "That won't work. If I haven't become a wolf now, I won't ever."