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I snarled, baring my fangs and feeling the hate and destruction of my wolf sweep up again. “Who are you?!” My claws ruined the tiles. I wasn’t in the joking mood anymore. “Page 247. Does that sound familiar?” I snarled. “What are you talking about?” I snarled, fighting the urge to pounce and tear him to pieces. “Did your father not give you the book? Did you not read it?” My snarling stopped instantly. Page 247 of the Book of the Living Gem? I… I read it. It was about… a guardian that lived in the forest.

His figure flashed and he reappeared next to the Two-Tailed Gunner Dog and struck it cleanly on the head. *Bang* *Whelp* Along with a loud bang and a whelp of pain, the massive dog was sent flying back a few metres. “Fast and strong,” Dan nodded as he acknowledged Mane’s prowess. “But that is hardly enough,” Dan added. Sure enough, the dog was up in no time. It gazed at Mane with a bit of hesitation and wariness. It wasn’t smart, but it knew whom to pick a fight with. But soon a loud scream forced its way into its ears and its hesitation was washed away. All that was left was rage and malice, and that was directed at Mane.

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The fucker was laughing at me in a mocking way that made my skin crawl and my vision covered in red. He wanted me to kill him in anger and end his miserable life. Milano fucking Runners was rage-baiting me. A smirk curled my lips as I saw through his plans, but unfortunately, I wouldn’t be ending his life just yet. “Put an end to that game of yours because I’m not killing you,” I drawled, halting in front of him as I squatted and grabbed a fist-full of his hair in my hand and swung it backwards until a scream tore off his lips. “Not yet.”

ROSALINE I shook my head at Dom. “I can explain.” His nostrils flared as he reached me. “Explain what?” he yelled, not caring about Mama’s presence in the room. I could not speak. Could not tell anything. “Just tell me it’s a fake article, Ros. Tell me these pictures are fake, looking into my eyes, and I’ll believe you.”

Did he say mates? Did you say mates? I did. Listen. Don't freak, but I'm going to move up beside you. And I won't look like me. A ribbon of thrill snaked through her. Everything she'd read so far in the book came rushing back to her on a tidal wave of excitement. She sat perfectly still, watching from the corner of her eye as a large animal moved softly into her peripheral range. She turned her head slightly and her eyes widened. A huge black-pelted animal moved casually until it was on the porch right next to her. About the size of a Great Pyrenees dog, it could have been one of the drawings in the book come to life.

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Before the guards could register what was going on, the wolf was already above Rasmore, tearing his skin off. The guards yelled, asking Rasmore to shift as well, but he stood there, rooted in his feet. Everyone sympathized with him because if he were to stay in his human form, he wouldn't survive. Karen's wolf was known as the strongest and the wickedest wolf to ever exist. Her wolf not only had the tendency to tear people apart; it was also known for clawing people's ears out and then feeding on them.

MIKE The Sea Dogs cells were nothing more than a warehouse with a hidden basement. They were dark, damp, and dank, and held the scent of the ocean. Darrius the wolf shifter, had been tied to a metal chair that was coated in a thin layer of silver. They had stripped him of all his clothing and left him there. The silver was enough to irritate the skin and slowly burn the back of his legs, ass, and balls, but not enough to do any real damage. It was a slow but constant form of torture.

After what seemed like ages, it got to his turn. Without turning to look at him, the man began talking like a programmed robot. “Name?” “Harold. Harold Girard.” The man looked up at him instantly, straight into his eyes but the next second he was staring at a blank form. He filled in Harold's name. “Kind?” “Huh?” Harold asked. The man looked up at him again. “I mean specie. What's your specie?” “Oh,” Harold replied with a faked smile. “Werewolf.”