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Stumbling through the entrance in a wobbly state, warped her surroundings once more and teleported her into her home, where she found a large wolf waiting. Ears perked up at her arrival and its gaze flicked to her as she fell over in surprise. The wolf was large, with glossy fur as black as the cosmos, a long, fluffy tail that swished to a steady rhythm, and eyes like glittering gold. It approached her lightly. Using its nose, it nudged her hand up to say she could touch. She hesitated, slightly recoiling in fear. The wolf closed its eyes in understanding and nuzzled her hand in encouragement. The softness of its fur soothed her instantly and it leaned into her touch before shifting into its

Not with this cursed band strangling the soul out of me. So I stared, cold and unmoved, letting my silence speak the promise my mouth never could: One day, I will destroy you. One of the books shifted slightly on the table, falling open just enough to reveal images—hand-drawn wolves with glowing, mournful eyes and shattered jaws. Caged. Silenced. Like me. His eyes flicked to the page with casual malice. “These talk about wolves who defied their mates,” he said, like he was discussing a bedtime story.

Brianna's POV She stares at me for what feels like forever before she says " Are you being serious? Because I really need this to be real" I nod my head. I tell her "my wolf Zalia feels drawen to your wolf and wants to meet her"and she smiles while nodding as she quickly agrees " yes we'd like that let's do that now before we get out of cover Nova is so excited." She runs behind a tree as do I. We strip and let our wolves take over. As I walk out from behind the tree I am shocked as I see her wolf and wow Nova is amazing. Her coloring is so unique I've never seen a wolf so pretty before. The best comparison I could have is a calico cat. She is a wolf version of a calico cat and I've never se

They growled at me threateningly. Hunter looked at me with fear. "Mr. Presley, I know how amazing you are, being the best Wolvesmith in the country at such a young age, but these wolves are truly terrifying. You don't have to." Before he could finish his sentence, those few wolves tried to escape the fence. Hunter was so frightened he yelped and retreated. I quietly walked over to them, never taking my eyes off them. Whenever they growled or howled, I hit the ground loudly with the whip. In a few short moments, they quieted down and looked at me with a whimper.

He limped as he walked. I'm not here to fight, he said. His voice was rough. Tired. Then why are you here? The wolf looked at the valley. At the cabins. At the smoke rising from the communal fire. I heard there was a new pack, he said. A pack where turned wolves don't burn. Where born wolves don't rule. Where a woman with red eyes binds the dead to her soul. Luan's jaw tightened. Who told you that? The wolf sat down on the far bank. His injured leg stuck out at a bad angle.

Continuing their exploration through the book, he turned to a specific page, and Jennifer bent down to examine a sketch of her wolf. “It’s-” she began. “It’s the rarest kind,” he interrupted, his voice taking on a mysterious tone. “A cursed wolf named ‘Snow.’ A beautiful creature who could blend into the snow with her white coat. But her story took a tragic turn when she fell in love with the head Alpha of a pack, not knowing he was already married to a witch.” As he recounted the tale, he skillfully wove a vivid picture of the forbidden romance between the white wolf and the Alpha, their bond as destined mates, and the rage of the witch when she discovered their connection.

Certainly in werewolf communities. A wolf was a proud and territorial animal. That’s why between Alpha’s who weren’t from the same summit, there were always testosterone driven stand-offs. I remember when Pernwél told me about her first encounter with Alpha Zane at Green Valley, the same way I recalled Beta Nico. Normally ranked wolves gave me shudders, after what happened at my old pack. How things can change, I thought. Now, I, myself was mated to one, becoming Beta of Grey Moon. “All that is necessary for evil to triumph is for good men to do nothing.” Jake burst through my thoughts carrying wise words on his tongue.

I was the only one who could break the curse by being with all three wolves. I finished cleaning and found the living room in shambles with Winter stacking pieces of the broken coffee table out of the way. As I watched him pick up the aftermath of the fight, I thought of Mayia. She'd risked being torn apart to warn me about the wolves, getting here only minutes before they broke in. If it wasn't for her, I'd have been taken by surprise. I shuddered at the thought. I snatched up a torn, bloody pillow from the floor and tossed it in the discard pile.

"But why? I'm not a part of a pack." "You weren't part of a pack," James corrected. "As a wolf you will never attack a human. That would draw questions and make people start looking up here, not to mention the moral consequences of murder. An outcast wolf doesn't feel that way. He saw you and thought food, easy prey." "So he was going to eat me..." Clara shivered. "Yes, but we knew a lone wolf was close to our lands, someone spotted him recently so we expanded our patrol. I was able to kill him before he finished you off, but we weren't able to make it before he bit you."

Men and women meant to keep the peace during the day. The horse’s fiery manes began to crackle as I neared. I was almost certain their twitching ears and thrashing tails weren’t a good sign, but I had no clue what to do. I’d only ever been around wolves growing up, certainly not horses. Cursing under my breath, I wracked my brain for ideas when the memory of those creatures I’d freed popped into my head. They’d been surrounded by an emerald glow that Azrael insisted had come from Kasar.