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I can’t fight well with a broken leg but I use a tree and try to stand when the large grey wolf transforms back into a male. “Don’t try to stand! I need to reset it!” He yelled. This guy is dripping in sex appeal. Tattoos covered his pecs and down his back. His 6 pack abs were leading to the V shape and down to his very large dick swinging between his legs. His sandy brown hair was cut short and he was sweaty. He runs behind some tree and emerges a second later with guy shorts on. If I didn’t have a broken leg, I would have been drooling. “My name is Matt. I am a warrior with Smoky Mountain Pack and I was doing some regular patrols and I hear the growls. I already alerted the Alpha. He will

Just like earlier, it emits black smoke, and corrupted souls start to materialize once again. "Fair enough," He said but Audra glares at him. We are immediately surrounded by gruesome creatures, and now we're preparing for an attack. "Who are you?" Audra asks him, and as of cue, he removes his black knight helmet. There we saw a man just about Hira's age. He has raven hair, matched to his charcoal orbs. His sinister smile was plastered on his lips once again. "Ring a bell?" He asks mischievously, but Audra is still clueless. Unlike Alaric who has his eyes wide open. "You were the kid." He said monotonously, and the man chuckles.

“ My name is Joker, but I prefer to be called as Jake. “ He said while looking at me with his lips stretched widely. I don’t know if I'm gonna laugh or what, but his name sounds so funny. Joker? Well, his sunny personality proves it. “ And yeah! I’m the sin of gluttony. “ He added that made me burst into laughters. Gluttony? Does that mean that he’s always eating and drinking too much? But-------why does he have a very masculine physical appearance? “ Any problem with that KitKat? “ I automatically explored my eyes to where that flirty voice came from. They are sitting several steps away from my bed but I can clearly see how gorgeous they are. As I seek for that voice, my attention landed to

“Hello!” “FUCKING ZUES!” Slapping my chest where my unbeating heart lay, I took heavy breaths in. “Damn, you’re jumpy.” The male’s head cocked to the side. He was sporting short blonde hair, a slim build, and an overly eager grin on his face. His eyes blazing red from feeding recently on human blood. “What do you expect?” A breath left me as I finally step foot out. The crunching gravel echoed through the unsettled silence as we both studied each other.

"It has been a while." "Well, I am not excited to see you." “We want to speak to Alpha Summer or Luna Rodha. We come in peace.” Puffing another smoke, he pushed his body away from the wall he had been leaning against, taking steps forward into the light. A handsome man with tattoos around his neck, and a piercing on his nose, the same height as Viktor and bulky, came to view. If he wasn't wearing that arrogant smirk on his face and the skinny jeans, he would have passed for breathtaking. The brown shirt that he left open did no justice to his attire, but his hard abs showed enough.

Kaden asked, looking at the second fellow who had come in with Jutul. He was a human of about thirty years of age. He was tall with dyed red hair, with piercings on his ear and lips. He looked like the bad boy mothers warned their daughters about, handsome and bad. Kaden had saved him from being beheaded by a drug baron,and since then the latter had stuck to him like glue, ready to even give his life for Kaden.

The man also bowed gracefully "I made everyone wait, I'm sorry." About six feet tall, with white skin which suggested minimal exposure to the sun, Anglo-Saxon features and well-groomed purple hair. His eyes denoted his inorganic nature, being cybernetic devices similar to futuristic eyes that released a faint dark purple glow. He felt as if his eyes were capable of seeing much more than the mere human eye is capable of.

Alpha Gali Blackmoor POV “Who the fuck let a stray pup wander into the alpha washroom anyway?” my throat barks out thick and dark, my chest heaving beneath the sticky white cream as my gray eyes narrow down at the small boy. When my sick son Malek Thorncrest wears his leather hunting mask during pack ceremonies, his intense eyes are almost completely identical to this little intruder's gaze. Only Malek’s dark brow is frequently furrowed super tight, a clear genetic sign that not even the most shocking events in the valley could easily stir his royal expression.