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I asked with tears. "You're mine." His wolf responded in a deep tone, and I knew he was on the edge of exploding. Something was wrong, and not just with Gabe, but his wolf. "What is your name? You know Scarlet, seen her, spoke to her, but I don't know you." My hand brushed through his thick brown hair. "Ragnar, sweet little wolf." He responded and my lips smiled. That was a perfect name, a strong and old name of power and loyalty.

- a hoarse voice says behind me. When I turned around, I saw a huge gray and black wolf that seemed to glow. His eyes were stark white as if he were blind, but he looked me in the eye intently. - Who are you? Where am I? - I asked him. - I have many names, but you can call me Vánagandr. Before the Moon Goddess created the Werewolves, she created the Lycons, and before the Lycans there were only wolves. I am the father of all wolves. As for why you're here, you are between life and death in the great garden that will take you back to life or to the realm of the dead.

I scream. The wolf stops and tilts its head in confusion. My father was well-known among the lone wolves and rogues. They regarded him as a god because he rescued many of them. They didn't care that his motives were selfish because he provided them with help, training, clothing, and shelter for his own benefit. All they saw in him was a provider and a leader. The wolf growls softly, lowering its stance, and I meet its gaze. "I swear, my name is Nara Adalwolf."

“Tell me about the northern wolves. The ones you mentioned before.” His mouth curved into something between awe and reverence. “The great wolves of the North were not just legends, Sophie. They were said to be the first, direct descendants of the Moon Goddess herself. Blessed with power beyond imagining. Stronger, faster, bound to the elements. They were wolves of power.” “Elements?” I asked softly. “Fire. Ice. Earth. Air,” he explained. “Each line carried a blessing. The King's wolf shimmers with fire. Yours… well.” His eyes lingered on me, pride flickering there. “Ice. Rare. Very rare. And powerful.”

“You may have noticed the difference in the names our wolves go by. Our research has shown the older the male wolf, the more their name relates to nature. Rocky, Avalanche, Canyon, River. Old female wolf names are the same but floral related. Lavender, Lily, Poppy, Pansy. Those wolves were never meant to be warriors. They were guardians of nature, wild and unharnessed, with a few exceptions. Younger wolf spirits are guards and warriors. Their names lend to their positions. Saint, Ghost, Crusher, Slayer. Our female wolves have names like Justice, Mercy, Faith, Comfort.” “Wraith?” I steeple my fingers under my nose to see if he is familiar with the name. “Wraith?” He looks at me with a furrowe

Just enough that the side of its muzzle came against the heel of my palm. I laughed. Once. Short. Disbelief. "They are nameless until you name them," Fenris said. "The black takes the name out when it comes up. Most stay nameless. The named ones — the binder names, or the Alpha. If you give one a name, the wolf is yours. Comes when called. Follows you in a fight. Dies for you. They are not loyal in the way a cared-for animal is. They are loyal in a way I do not have a word for."

The other wolves followed him as if he were the leader of them all. Soon Christian was left alone with his wolf, thinking about all that he had learned about himself and his father. "When you return to your world you will have full control over me. You will never hear my voice again, Alpha Christian," his wolf said. He was the first to give him that title. Christian nodded to him with great respect. "Become the great Alpha that your father never was," his wolf said, before he slowly started to disappear. "I will," Christian assured him. "And take care of our beautiful mate," his wolf added.

Allaya introduces her wolf, and her purple eyes shine brighter the moment she reveals the name, as if to acknowledge her identity. I’ve heard stories about a magnificent wolf named Pandora, having the strength of a werewolf and a vampire combined, but there was something more to it. Something alarming, in a rather awful way. I did not pay much attention, as I was a child at that time and I believed it was a mere story, but as far as I remember, a witch predicted hundreds of years ago that one day, a snow white wolf will appear, a beast that has the power to either bring peace or ruin in the supernatural world. In the latter case, destroying it completely.

Wan says. “Wan, I do not know what I am,” I say to him. “The wolves are trying to connect with you. They found you when you finally turned, and now they want you back with the pack. Your brother is trying to locate you,” Wan says. “I have a brother; where is he?” I ask. “Your brother is the Alpha. His name is Macon, and he is your twin,” Wan says. “I do not understand. How do you know all of this?” I ask him.

Moon urged. "What is going to happen with this?" Rex asked a little nervous. "Your Wolf represents all your anger, your need for blood and violence. Wrapping in a ll up in a nice little bow, containing it is your human. Do you know your wolf's name?" Mook asked. "He has a name? I've always addressed him as Rex, as I do myself. " Rex looked at Moon confused. "Yes, your wolf has a name. Kit is the human, Singularis is his wolf. I am Moon and my Wolf is Krynn." Moon revealed.