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I unbelievably said. “We’re just humans who were cursed to be werewolves,” he countered. “How is that possible?” I am not asking Alarick; I am asking myself. We never had a book about the curse, we were only told about the tales of creatures lurking in the dark who have the power to fit the shape of a human. It was not stated that werewolves were humans, too. “No, no, you’re twisting my mind,” I retorted. “Am I?” Alarick questioned not just me, but my belief.

The catch is that when he does decide to come after one of us, he'll be met with all of us. By the way, do you recall the story I mentioned about the vampire who was rejected by a she-wolf and then decided to study werewolves? The one who became friends with an alpha and lived among werewolves for a while? The same one who wrote the book about vampires? Well, that individual is the same fancy guy who always sides with Tristan. He's none other than the vampire king, Luther. And interestingly enough, the alpha from that story is none other than Andrew.

The baby they had prayed for decades for. I sigh as my thoughts begin to make me angry. I should find a book to distract myself with. I get up and stretch. When I have fully cracked my back, I look around. When I locate a shelf full of werewolf history and basic information, I smile. I guess if I'm going to be mated to a werewolf, I need to learn more about them at least. I select a book title, The ins and outs of mating, and return to my chair. Let the learning begin. MITCH POV

The alpha king glared at him. " You dare stand before me and speak of my death. Do you know what this place is? This was where I killed the old lady. Sophia witnessed it and ran. This place was where you had your first meeting to dethrone me. " He paused and smiled. " And this is where I will start clipping your wings. I let you fly too high. " " What?" Ruckus smiled. " Try and see." " Do you know how strong a werewolf can become after killing?" The alpha king released his claws and started walking to the oak tree.

From what I hear, they seem to value it very highly. When he finally stops, I also stop at a particularly thick book called Werewolves, Spires, and Shifters: Complete Edition. On the front is a picture of a menacing werewolf ready to devour a human and a human fighting a truly horrible Shifter with a strange spear. I pull it off the rest, hiding it behind me.

I asked, remembering when Ariella had said we were under attack. " He did it to protect everyone" " Are everybody here wolves" " Yes" he pointed to the book on the bed and I took it. The front of the book read Lycanthropy. " You found the book" " I did, and I didn't know when to give it to you, I think now would be a good time for you to read it" I opened the book slowly and got to the first chapter. The origin of Lycans and werewolves, I glanced through the book, but closed the book back, having a thought In mind

While I want to trust and believe the Bloodmoon Beta, I didn’t see the passage in the supposed book with my own eyes. Call me a cynic, but I don’t fully trust anything I didn’t see firsthand. I found an obscure book in her collection that took me three dictionaries to translate because it was in fucking Old Norse. After translating the book, it confirmed the new moon ritual allowing a werewolf to take a human mate. Witches would leverage the new moon ritual to awaken wolves and increase their power, even if it meant being tethered to a werewolf male.

"If there's one or any shard, there are more. And if the humans are looking for a way to 'purify' us, they've just now found the perfect catalyst." "We need to destroy it," Killian said. "No," I said, closing the box. "We need to better understand it. If I'm just a woman now, I need to know how to fight the things that magic can't touch." I spent the rest of the day in the library, and pour over ancient texts about the first contact between humans and werewolves. However the history was bloodier than I had imagined. It wasn't just a war of territory; it was a war of essence. The humans feared what they couldn't control, and the wolves despised what they couldn't eat.

He drinks beer while sharing stories with his friends. Vesper made her way to the second-floor library area. She stared at the mountain of books in front of her. Then she moves her way to the history section, where she pulls out a book titled: Wolves 1900. It shows a summary of the life of werewolves in the 1900s and how they protected themselves against the blood hunters. She got another book titled “Vanishing Wolf, a Memoir” Her eyes start to widen as she reads the book.

Its words were filled with empathy and concern, making me feel that it was a trustworthy and understanding listener. As it approached and lay down beside me, I gradually let my guard down. Sensing the black wolf's sincerity and understanding, I began to confide in it about our struggles and anxieties. My voice trembled slightly with tension and worry as I spoke, “We are dealing with an evil magician. We can’t find her, and we have no idea what she plans to do. She possesses both a werewolf and a vampire’s magic box. What could she possibly want with these mismatched items?” The black wolf listened intently, its eyes shimmering with a deep wisdom. It nodded slowly, as if contemplating the gra