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Then walked straight into her in the last class. Alyssa had been doing this since the mating ceremony during the winter break. Every corner I turned — there she was, draped over Jason, making sure I knew Jason was fated to her now. I couldn't really blame anyone. The last full moon of December is the wolves' mating ceremony. Everyone who turns eighteen that year does their first shift, and somewhere in the howling and the moonlight, they find the fate mate the moongoddess picked for them. Their fated mate. The one your wolf knows before your head does.

Despite that, he didn’t seem perturbed by the fact that he had shifted before a lady and was naked. He examined her with a slight frown on his face before his eyes rested on her face. “Who knew the moon goddess was out to punish me,” he started, and his frown deepened even more. “So much that she made a Vampire be my fated mate.” Now, Seraphina was shocked as she stared at him in bewilderment. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing from him. Though the Vampires were never matched with their partners and were allowed to choose whomever they wanted, she had heard countless stories about the werewolf. It was no wonder she had known what he meant as she was told by her sister as well. She co

com/eustoma_reyna I****T: https://www.i****t.com/eustoma_reyna P.S. This book is ending soon with only a few chapters left. I know the story went through a drastic change in plot, and I sincerely apologize for that. Something unexpected happened in my real life, and because of it, I had to step back from writing and romanticizing werewolves. Honestly, I struggled a lot since last year and kept contemplating whether I should just drop this book entirely. However, I felt bad doing so because I’m not used to abandoning stories I already started.

I needed her to feel my strength, and I needed the pack to see that she would always have my support. Jaren was deathly pale like a marble statue. The Witches drained every drop of life from his veins. He looked like he had been dead for days, but that wasn’t the cause for concern. It was his chest. It was mutilated. . The Witches had scribbled a message on his flesh, using some leftover dried blood. The wounds had a sickly luminous glow, showing the remnants of their signature magic. "ONE SOUL TO SAVE THE PACK. CHOOSE WISELY SERENA, BEFORE THE MOON TAKES UP BLOOD."

“Come. Let me show you closely.” He stepped behind me and placed his hand over mine. “Breathe slowly,” he instructed. “Feel your wolf’s presence. She is silver now, stronger than before. Trust her.” His voice was steady, and his presence was close. I did not think about it much because I wanted to succeed. He guided my hand and repeated the words softly with me. For the first time, I felt a spark of warmth move from my chest to my hand. The wound on the warrior’s arm began to close just a little.

She asked, opening the book and beginning to flip through it. "The book can't be here," he said. "Where should it be then?" She questioned. She read through the pages of the book; there was a map on it. She closed the book to check the title. The book was titled 'Lunar Crest.' She smiled—just what she was looking for. She checked the outline of the book; there was no heading titled "hybrid" nor any mention of hybrids. "Werewolves have a king, right?" Ashford answered her question with a question.

The aura he gave up was familiar to Lily instantly. "You're a Werewolf." She said aloud. He nodded to her, but his eyes landed on Jayce. She looked between them curiously. "He's a Rogue." Jayce mentioned to her, the muscles in his arm tightening against her from approaching further. Lily knew that Rogue Werewolves existed, but to think she'd actually meet one in person. "He's the Alpha to the Rogues." The woman beside him spoke up, resting a hand on his arm. His shoulders dropped on contact. "I'm a Hunter." She bowed her head toward them.

M̸ericel I stared at my reflection in the mirror, tilting my head. My fingers reach up to slowly grasp the pendant around my neck. It was the shape of a potion bottle but smaller.Though this bottle did not have toxins but the blood of the immortal one, Ares. I tapped my long black nails on the bottle and hummed. Today I will be crowned queen of the wolves. The power was just at my reach, I could already taste it. But something was missing. The book of spells.

The people had changed. Tentatively, I shook my paws and head. Being in this body felt powerful. As if I could control the world with my fingers. Becoming Ciaran's Beta had helped as well. An Alpha imbued his right hand with his own essence, making a Beta stronger and faster than an average wolf. More minutes passed and I heard Alvara frown from her transformation. Biting down on my jaw, I refused myself to go to her. Comfort her. Clearly, she hadn't transformed as many times. Hadn't grown immune to the pain.

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