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She looked so small compared to the Huge Wolf In front of her. She drifted her eyes to Clyde, who began to transform to his wolf form, she watched with captivating interest. From her back, she was not aware that Alex as turned into a Werewolf, with their massive paws they three all stood in front of her, Clyde wolf was Huge, very, colossal. He had pure black raven eyes, but it switches to bloody red when he is furious, just like his brother, Rafa. His wolf was the pure color of black.

said Archer, immediately making me gasp. "Dead deer? How is that possible?" I acted like I couldn't believe what Archer said. "Yes, young master, there is a dead deer over there." Both Calya and I immediately stopped what we were doing and looked at each other for a while. We communicated in silence. "Bro," Calya gasped. "Didn't you tell me that Xevia is wolfless, so how come-" "Exactly what I was thinking!" I said quickly. "To the best of my knowledge, only wolves who are shapeshifting for the first time and are untrained do not understand and cannot control themselves while in wolf form." Mr. Clayton interrupted our conversation.

Camden sat quietly, contemplating everything she had just learned about her mate and what the implications were for her. She drained her glass of wine with a series of long, deep gulps, only to find that it had been refilled as soon as she moved her hand away from her lips. She let out a small incredulous laugh. "Okay, so quick recap here. Clayton is from a bloodline that dates back to the beginning days of werewolves, he can shift into a werewolf, in the traditional half-man, half-wolf sense, my son will also have this ability, and the whole world will want to kill them for this? Did I miss anything?" she asked, pursing her lips as she waited for Selene's response.

The majority of us had left packs of our own accord, but there were some that had been banished. Then there was me. The Alpha, who left his own family and pack like lambs for the slaughter. And I don’t mean that in a metaphorical way. “Hey boss, check this out.” Killian slid the file over the table to me. “New client, John Doe, of the Clawed Wolf Pack, not rank but an Elite in society, some big wig banker guy. He wants to use our services for a rescue operation. His son is being held for ransom until his father pays his gambling debts.”

When we approached their borders, I froze as I saw the bodies of three Lycans scattered across the ground. The once-powerful bodies of my Lycans lay lifeless on the ground. My chest heaved in anger as I charged forward. I crouched down and took a closer look at their bodies. Something had torn through them like they were nothing more than paper. Claws’s mark was evident. Claws. That cursed monster. Claws was a monster that enjoyed killing werewolves. He was named Claws because of how enormous and deadly his claws were. He was once an Alpha but turned into a beast after his father cursed him for killing his step mother.

I couldn't imagine how these two alphas didn't have a go at each other. "Of course. To embrace the animal makes us inhuman. He has his primal instincts now. He is dominant and wild. We're going to have him tamed again. We have such a bright specimen, it would be a waste of government resources otherwise, do you not agree?" Dr. Dawson put his hand against the wall and the specimen stimulated immediately. His low growl immediately turned into a roar as he charged against the wall. He rammed himself into the window so hard that I flinched wondering if it would crack. Seeing, there wasn't even a crack, he shoved his face against the glass blinders as much as he could see. His eyes twit

I have only ever heard stories from my seniors of werewolf's being able to stand on two legs, I thought it was just a myth considering I've been a werewolf hunter for so long, killed hundreds of wolves and has never seen one this big. This must be what they call a hybrid wolf, a wolf much more ruthless than an alpha. During all that was happening I somehow notice that he or it was gorgeous. The kind of beauty that shouldn't belong to something so deadly. And yet, as he turned to look at me, there was no cruelty there. Only concern.

His wise eyes sized me up. I knew I must look like hell—red eyes, wrinkled clothes, reeking of despair. He cut me off. "So, you know where she went. But do you know why she had to go?" I froze. "Damien, do you know what The Claws represent?" The Elder stood and walked to the window. Of course, I knew. The top werewolf security organization in the world. Directly under the royal family. Only the best of the best from every pack made it in.

“Two bodies were dragged from the shallows of Bloodmoon Lake this morning. Both were young male wolves. One has been identified as a scout from the Midrealm Territories. The other was Corwin Blackmaw. He was only seventeen. Fragments of his shredded pack tunic were still tangled in his fur when they pulled him from the sacred moonwater.” I buried my face in my hands, a low, broken growl tearing through my chest. They took a young wolf’s future and ripped it away. How could they commit such a crime on sacred territory! Zuberi Darkclaw, Malakai Thornwolf, and Kade closed in around my chair, their powerful Alpha scents flooding the room to try and anchor my panicked wolf, but I couldn't stop th

Freya Ashwolf My throat burns with pure silver-laced rage, my omega wolf clawing frantically at the back of my ribs as Elira Moonclaw’s screech echoes off the heavy mahogany walls of the sanctuary. She stands before us like a decrepit, dying crow, her graying fur bristling along her withered spine, completely oblivious to the colossal force standing just inches behind her.