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In the blown window, a brown she-wolf crouched half inside, breath hot and rotten, eyes intelligent and hateful. “Out of my house!” Jake bellowed. The wolf weighed him, then lifted a muscled forearm as he fired. Rounds sparked off hide and bone. Zak and Tara piled in. “Smart bitch,” Jake snapped, still working the trigger. “She’s not going down!” Zak barked, stitching a burst. “Body!” Jake yelled. They dragged fire off the skull. The she-wolf shrieked, rocked, then vaulted backward into the yard and vanished into the dark.

It was a chorus—dozens of harsh, echoing cries that bounced off the canyon walls, rapidly surrounding the base of the cliff. "Hostiles closing on our drop zone," Zane said, a dark, dangerous smirk playing on his lips as he unclasped his twin curved daggers. "Looks like the welcoming committee didn't like us hanging around." Through the thick blanket of swirling fog below, long, sleek shadows began to emerge. They were massive wolves, easily twice the size of standard provincial enforcers, their fur matted with ice and dark iron dust. But what made my blood run cold wasn't their size—it was the strange, sickly blue light glowing from their eyes and the thick, metal collars fused directly into

**Elizabeth's POV** * I looked over at Austin and I met his sights just enough that I felt burned by fire. He was looking at me with a very unfriendly and hostile look in his eyes. Apparently the reason he had stopped the conversation was not to help me, but because he did not want to hear anyone talking about rogue. "Go on!Keep teaching your fucking course!" Austin yelled at the teacher. The teacher shivered with fear. Austin was scarier than Brandon in his eyes. "... The biggest pack in Timber Wolf is currently the black river pack." "In addition to Timber Wolf, there are five other kinds of werewolves. They are Poison Wolf,Giant Wolf,Winged Wolf,Dwarf Wolf,and Fire Wolf."

It’s his first night, nothing ever happens on the first night. And then as fast as it went, faster did it come back– that looming, menacing presence. For just ten metres away stood a hooded figure. And it was looking right at him. Dark as the night itself, silent as the wind. He can see nothing of it, other than how its eyes glowed. And then it ran. Not towards him. But somewhere else. Somewhere– the Dragon Gate. The young wolf sprinted, his body already knowing what that thing was before his mind could process what was happening. How could he not when they’ve been fighting its kind for centuries. It is embedded in their blood. Part of their very being.

Suddenly, she hears her father calling out, "Dawn, where do you think you're going?" Dawn answered, "Dad, I'm going for a walk." “Watch out a couple of pack members reported seeing rogue members lurking nearby.” "Don't worry, I will," Dawn said, waving to her father as she left through the front door. When Dawn was outdoors, she walked to her beloved spot at the lake, but as she approached, a strange smell overwhelmed her - she identified it as "Rouge”. Following the scent, she arrived just in time to see three brown wolves. As the black and white wolf was encircled, Dawn connected with its gaze, recognizing it instantly before a brown wolf’s charge jolted her. At that moment, she moves as h

I ask her next, maybe that got something to do with me dying. "White wolves don't exist," Moira dismiss me again. "The alpha said they do," I answer her, he said one of us is white, and since the other two remember their wolves and dream of them, they knew for sure they aren't the white one. "Maybe they do but they are extremely rare," Moira says, they are rare cause they die, I know that, I'm pretty sure of that now. "Hey, Moira, little guy," alpha Rowan says joining us in the room, he shared a look with my sister and then a silent conversation went between them two, it's the way their eyes shifted and moved as they glared at each other.

Neither of them looked very tired, wolfish vigor. Dylan and Kendrick are equal in size, large and massive, their fur the difference. While the fur of Sin, Dylan's wolf, is completely white, without any patches of another tone, that of Night, Kendrick's wolf, is completely black, like a night without moon and stars. Two opposites.

Their eyes glimmered with a malefic light, revealing their true nature as they prepared to unleash chaos upon the unsuspecting nation. The Black Wolves bore a distinct mark of their predatory nature. Etched upon their bodies, each member possessed a sinuous tattoo, resembling a coiled serpent with piercing crimson eyes. The mark adorned their bare arms, a visible symbol of their allegiance to the pack and their dedication to the impending destruction they sought.

"I am going to change everything and it's because of you, that I'm so certain. I haven't told anyone this because it was a time that I found doubt in myself–as a shifter and an alpha. A horrible accident nearly killed me when I was in Genoa and it effected my healing, strength, speed; everything," He put his head on her shoulder with a sigh, "I was afraid to lose who I was and in a desperate attempt to heal faster I found... unconventional advice. There is no exact scientifical explanation for rogue wolves because they are like an illness, but what if we introduced that into our normal DNA?" A series of sounds appeared at max volume in her mind, from screams to running steps–the swish of gra

AUTHOR'S P.O.V. In the shrouded shadows of the night, a formidable black wolf, with fur as dark as the abyss, prowled stealthily through the underbrush. Its eyes, glowing with a fierce, infernal red, were fixed intently on the men stationed outside the building. Despite its lupine form, it exuded a commanding presence over the armed men in their human guise. The wolf, driven by a singular purpose, was here for one individual – a target it was resolutely determined to eliminate this very night.