Clawroline Kirby Novels & Stories

My Luna. But now, standing here, faced with the reality that Claire was not just an ordinary agent but the head of the very agency that had become my second family, a profound sense of duty washed over me. The shock gradually transformed into a fierce determination, a willpower to rescue her from Zack’s clutches, the cunning mastermind who sought to manipulate and control her for his own sinister purposes.

Chapter 63 The night was alive with tension, thick and suffocating, as the Moon Riders' scouts returned from the outskirts of the Emberclaw territory. Raven stood at the edge of the great cliff that overlooked the rival pack’s stronghold, her wolf senses prickling with a gnawing sense of impending doom. Axel stood close behind her, muscles taut and eyes dark with simmering possessiveness. Even with Malrik perched on the ridge, his dragon eyes scanning the horizon, there was a palpable unease. Something wicked was stirring.

"Camilla, you chose your own path. And those wolves… You ruined them yourself. You insisted on using your so-called comforts to strip away their claws. Once they lost their strength, of course, they’d treat you like currency to stay alive. Isn’t that only natural?" Camilla opened her mouth, ready to scream back, but before she could, the three former royal heirs had already stepped forward. They looked at the powerful army of wolves behind me, their eyes filled with jealousy and fear. Knowing they had no chance in a direct fight, the three of them exchanged a glance and made their decision. Without warning, they lunged forward together, targeting Cael at the front. Midair, I saw the glint of