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"I... I have them. If you don't believe her, I can—" "No!" Tracey screamed, lunging to stop him, but it was too late. The sharp click of the car unlocking sealed her fate. I threw open the trunk. The stench hit me first. Then I saw it—a small, lifeless dog, its body limp and decaying. Puffy. Peter stumbled back, his face white as a sheet. "Tracey... Puffy... why is... why is Puffy here?" The live stream exploded. Comments poured in, furious and relentless:

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.”

Special Chapters 001 to 006 were oginally only available on the book version of this novel. Hope you love them! *** Rome had been glancing at her wristwatch repeatedly while seated on the garden set, watching her two daughters chase after their great-grandmother Althea Montemayor’s newly purchased puppy. It was a French bulldog. And while the kids tried to catch the little dog, their two-year-old Labrador Retriever, Dolly, was right behind them, happily joining the chase.

In a flash of an eye all three of them were dire wolves running through the woods, wild, free. Not for long, Pearl knew she needed to go back to the mortal realm and save Ethan. END OF BOOK 1

Daniel grabs the butcher by the hair, pushing his face into the wooden table. "I suggest you start addressing your king with some respect." Daniels's voice is gruff, coming out almost animalistic. Looking closely at him, I see a glow to his eyes that I have never seen before. Rage is coming off him in waves. I study his demeanor for a moment before it hits me, the glow in his eyes is just like that of a raging dragon. Dragons when upset their eyes take on a deep glow.

“Hey—hey, look at me, cousin. Breathe. Focus on my voice. What did you see? Tell me everything.” I force air into my lungs, my voice trembling, every word hard-won. “The pack… it was empty. Everyone was gone. The streets...dead. Everyone was asleep. Zeke was…” I swallow hard, the image of his black eyes searing my mind. “His seal was broken. And there was a man...no, not a man. A demon. He had grey skin, smoke everywhere around him...he was terrifying. He told me I’d been sleeping too long.”

But if I told them the truth, maybe they would take me back to Thornwood. “A werewolf.” I said as loud as I could muster. Collective gasps broke out around me. Gasps of shock and disdain. I dragged my gaze around, confused by their reaction. Wait, he did say this was the ‘Dragon Keep’. The memory of when I came across a book about Dragons rushed into my mind. “...dragons are egoistic creatures who think they're better than everyone. They hung our kind for sport. They're monsters, Eloise…” Mae had told me that day.

I had laid eyes on her through the window coming off my school bus. Alexi's brother, Alexander, bent down to pick Alexi up, which made my wolf's growl. Alexander jumped back at first, but then he saw me and raised his hands in resignation. As I shifted back into my human form, I picked up Alexi. The wolves bow their heads to Alexi as I take her to the pack hospital, including her dad, the King. Alexi's point of view:

he replied, taking in the sight of the mysterious collection around him. "Well Adam, I am Domino, and I am sorry for the way we first met," the old man said, gesturing for Adam to follow him. He led Adam to a shelf lined with books on wolves and vampires. Adam's heart raced as he scanned the titles, searching for a particular book. "I kept the real books down her because of the theifs. Hope you find what you need." The old man said before leaving. Adam searched the books and finally, he found the one he was looking for. He took a seat, opening the weathered volume. Flipping through the pages, he searched for the name of the creature Lyra had described, the one she had mistaken for him.

Could this be where the answers lay hidden? I stepped inside carefully, closing the door behind me. The air was thick with the scent of aged paper and must, and I could almost hear whispers of a time long past. I scanned the shelves and noticed a collection of leather-bound journals and faded documents in a language I didn’t immediately understand. My eyes caught on one large, heavy ledger with ornate gold lettering on its cover. The title read simply “The Legacy of the Bloodhound Pack.” My hands trembled as I opened it, and I began to read.