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Slowly, I read through the information and with every line of words about him, my heart began to hammer loudly in my chest and my eyes pooped widely with every sentence and words I read. The headline of another gossip information read. ‘The eldest son of Rolando De Luca, Bratva of the Saints Clan, opened a huge security company just last week.’ I chewed on my lips even harder, reading and reading until I was able to gather as much information as I could. And as I turned off my phone, an idea popped into my head in the form of revenge. I swear, I would enjoy seeing him waver once he found out a hacker is trying to break into his company’s firewall.

Neerah The smell of books really calms my mind these days. And today, it is not just any book that I am reading. I am going to read the book titled ‘Soulful bond’ by a writer who calls himself ‘Gee Wolf’ I am finally going to find out if I can explain the first two days I spent at the pack house. Every one of the teachers I asked in school said that this book is like the textbook to every tiny explanation you need about werewolf connections. Their connection with their mates, their wolves, their pack members…

I place the crackers on the table just inside the door as I make my way over to the desk. A large book is open on top of the papers. I turn the book around so I can see what is written on the pages. At the top of the page there is a picture of a large Silver Wolf. Tracing my fingers delicately over the image of the wolf, my heart begins to race. River pushes forward to look at the pages with me. The words on the page are handwritten and some of the writing is beginning to fade.

he prompted excitedly. “Okay..,” I mused tentatively and pulled on the string. The box opened to reveal a three-dimensional book with the theme of "My home". The images were made to protrude from the pages. The coloring was very decent and everyone in the picture has their names tagged above their heads. Dwayne came over to look at the picture as well. I was standing with my hands draped around Maverick’s shoulders while my mother and Ashley were standing beside us and both Jared and Dwayne were standing on either side. The dogs were also included in the picture.

Not even an inch. After picking up the man’s head by his hair and tossing it a few feet from his body, Snow moved next to me and placed his bloody muzzle in my lap like a dog might a master. Half dazed and trembling from the adrenaline that was coursing through my veins and the trauma that I’d just endured, I robotically scratched his ears like I’d seen Noah and Oscar do while I remained ever silent.

"What...the fuck?" You know that mode your body is sent into when you're in danger? The fight or flight? No...no, my body chooses to freeze. Right here, in the middle of the woods. Right here, in front of a steel cage that currently houses the biggest, most ethereal, black wolf I've ever seen in my life. Well, not that I've ever seen a wolf to begin with. At my voice, its head peaks up and I'm met with its golden eyes. There's something odd about it though. It looks like it understands my shock and is amused...in a human kind of way.

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.

She tilted her head, and looked over at him quizzically. “I didn’t realize dogs had their own written language…what are you reading about? The best howling techniques?” She laughed as she said it, but she kept examining the book. “I’m sorry hun, there are no pictures. I think they save those books for when there are children on board. I can read this to you if you’re interested.” “Do you two ever stop?” Luca said groggily. He turned in his seat and pulled the pillow over his head to drown out their noise.

Cindy said as she went to my gelding’s head and held it against her chest. “They both are,” I replied as I tossed the leaves and fetched some more. “He’s so high strung. I’m proud of him for holding it together and getting us to safety.” “It’s as if he knew,” Cindy mused. “Maybe, he did,” I said, thoughtfully. “Animals communicate differently. Perhaps he sensed the urgency and our need for him.” When Roger turned his head toward me and nudged me with his nose, Cindy chuckled. “Maybe he did at that.”

The little black cat curled up in her lap as usual. "Tonight we find out the real skinny on this, kitty," she murmured as she opened the heavy book to the page she had marked. "I don't even know what I'm looking for any more but I hope I find it soon." She opened the book to the place she'd marked, two pages of hand-drawn sketches. One of the drawings especially caught her eye. The face of the wolf looked almost human and she had the bizarre feeling the animal was staring out at her from the page.