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I countered. “The same point I’ve been making this whole time. Vampires do not have fated mates. And there’s never been a case of a werewolf having a vampire or any other species beyond a human as a fated mate that I know of.” Auðr said. “Hold on.” I jumped off the bed and grabbed the big Firewolf mating book at my desk. “This is an ancient book on all werewolf mating. It’s been maintained by Luna Aurelia’s birth pack for centuries. Dad asked the keeper, Mr. Tracey, to borrow it.” I explained as I returned and opened the book.

Their gazes lock, “It means that fire wolves are the most dangerous werewolf created, and that’s why they must remain pure.” She cracks up. “This sounds so much like a fairytale, and I’m not surprised. It’s the kindergarten book along with that one as well.” “Hey! Do not make jokes, Jac, these are the only books so far that graze over who you are. There are over a thousand books written about werewolves lore and none is written about fire wolves except these two and it was very hard finding them.” he frowned at her. “I’m sorry then for making fun of them and disregarding your effort.”

The feeling they were more than they appeared would not leave her. She picked up the romance she’d been reading. Dying Room Only—not a sexy title, but the werewolf and vampire heroes in the story were two of her favorites. Actually, the werewolf was her favorite, but she loved the ménage fantasy. Funny, how she loved stories where two sexy men fell in love with the woman. She didn’t even have one. She stared at the cover for a moment, at the wolf standing beside a woman with his amber eyes glowing, and thought of her two wolves. Yawning, she set the book aside. It had been a very long day. Dreams were about all the excitement she could handle tonight.

Their bond was a testament to the strength of their kind—passionate, intense, and unyielding. Jacob, on the other hand, had taken a different path. His dark hair and brooding demeanor often led others to underestimate him. But beneath that exterior lay a heart filled with loyalty and courage. It was during one of his solitary excursions into the woods that he encountered Lyra, a fierce and independent werewolf. Their worlds collided in a whirlwind of emotions, igniting a spark that neither had anticipated. The bond between a vampire and a werewolf was a rarity, fraught with challenges, yet their connection was undeniable. Jacob found himself torn between the expectations of his lineage and t

Dannie picked up another joint from her room and went to the library. Among the ancient books was one of the largest collections of werewolf history in the world. If there was anything on Balric or the black book it was there. She gathered a variety of titles that looked promising and lit the joint. Taking a hit, Dannie opened the first book. Inside was mostly what she already knew.

Eyes wild. He reached me. Grabbed my arm. Not hard. Just urgent. "Don't go." I pulled away. "Your wife fired me." "I don't care." He stepped closer. Too close. I could smell him. Pine and leather and something else. Something that made my chest hurt. "I need to know who you are." "I'm Elena. Your Luna's assistant. That's all." "No." He shook his head. "That's not all. I've spent a week in the mountains. Looking for answers. Looking for someone. And all I found was ruins and ghosts."

I tried to focus, to pretend nothing had changed, but every time Dante entered the lecture hall, my heart betrayed me. He stood tall and commanding at the front of the room, his presence filling every corner. His eyes found mine more times than I could count, each glance making my skin prickle and my stomach twist. He spoke of werewolves that morning. Their origins. Their strengths. Their bond to the moon. His voice was calm, measured, but every word felt like it was meant for me. “Werewolves,” he said, pacing slowly before the rows of students. “Are born of both myth and blood. They are not mere creatures of instinct, but beings of balance, caught between humanity and something greater.”

He found it hilarious that I was into werewolf romance novels. “So you have a thing for hot werewolf alphas?” He chuckled. “You know some of those stories are stupid, don’t you? Especially that one. What’s it called? Yeah, The Alpha’s Destiny. Werewolves don’t have powers nor do they live until they’re ten thousand. That author must be on some crack.” He shook his head. “Well, it’s better than the zombie comics you have stashed under your bed,” I retorted. “If you don’t stop making fun of my reading materials, I will show Valko your nerd stash,” I warned.

"What? What do you mean heat?" Jon exhales, pulling me against his chest as he props himself up a little more. “It’s a werewolf thing. When a female reaches a certain point in her maturity, usually after bonding with her mates, her body starts responding to them on a different level. It’s instinctual. Physical. Emotional. Your body’s telling you it wants... us. Although, it's weird because none of us have marked you yet but it may be different because you are a Velen." I feel my cheeks go up in flames. “This is because of you and Arc?”

A small laugh escapes me, and I offer another small nod for him to continue. I mean, what the hell am I supposed to say to that? “A lot of the folklore is based on the truth. How much do you know about werewolves?” “Um, I mean—silver bullets; you shift under a full moon; alphas are the boss. Oh! I love Twilight. I was always Team Jacob.” I nearly facepalm myself the second I say that. That sounded way less stupid in my head.