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I knew that on more than one occasion things had almost gone too far. Almost. My wolf growled, the noise vibrating through my temples, reminding me that Grace was not ours, had never been ours. She had shown us that all too clearly. When we had been ready to lay our heart on the table, she had stomped all over it, bursting it under her stiletto heel as she offered herself to another. A wolf that she should never have been messing with but it seemed that she couldn't help herself. She's disgusting, I reminded myself as the headlights on the car slammed shut and the sound of gravel crunching underneath soft shoes became louder.

Their voices were syrupy, laced with allure and despair, calling out to the passing werewolves a few of them old, dominating, and vile-looking. “It’s disgusting,” Phina shifted uncomfortably inside me. Those kinds of disgusting low life wolves were enough to trigger me in the worst way. I tried to look away. I really did. But my eyes caught on a she-wolf with long black hair and glassy green eyes. She was young. So young. She stood on the corner, arms wrapped around herself until an elderly werewolf, draped in jewels, grabbed her wrist and pulled her inside. My stomach turned. “This place is hell,” I whispered, feeling great discomfort rising deep in my heart, “We have to find Grace before i

He was holding a microphone as he walked into the center. “Welcome fellow inmates.” His voice boomed in the ring, “We’ve gathered here for yet another fight between an Alpha and a Vampire. Let us first present the Werewolf that stands one-ninety centimeters in height and one-ninety-one pounds of solid muscle. He’s known to be one of the most ruthless creatures in Dark Water prison and is famously known as the Savage Alpha, presenting Maverick Randolf!”

Grace looked me in the eye, cupping my cheeks making sure that I kept my eyes on hers “even if you do choose to kill them, you will do it with the mercy we’ve learned as wolves, you will kill for sport, and you will not torture to death, regardless of their mistake” “Grace, they contributed in killing a part of my mate…” “I am well aware of what they did, but I am also aware that you are furious right now, and that you are speaking out of anger” Grace said keeping her eyes on mine “you were given the Enchanted Forest for having the purest heart, you must not taint it because of some people, no matter what they’ve done”

I didn't know if Noah liked me or if it's some kind of impulse on his part. "Grace , I'll pick you up this afternoon, so you get some rest." Noah left the ward after that, and I could see that he seemed nervous. It didn't take long for Wilson to walk into the room. "Grace , you're a vampire's pet too, right?" Wilson came up to me and whispered an inquiry. "Yes, the one who sent me to the hospital is my master." I answered truthfully. "Well, while I admit that he seems to like you, I have to say that as a vampire's pet, once you reach twenty-one, he will immediately suck all your blood and you will die because you are just a pet."

"I genuinely believed they'd disbanded. That the modern supernatural world had moved past that kind of extremism." "Apparently not." Jeremy's voice was hard. "Sarah said Grace was a bridge between wolves and vampires. A symbol of our alliance. That's why she's a target." "She's more than a symbol." Lord Castellan moved closer, his eyes dropping to Grace sleeping in my arms. "She's the daughter of a future Alpha and his mate, born during a time when wolves and vampires are forming an unprecedented alliance. If she grows up in a world where that alliance is normalized—where cooperation between species is expected—she represents everything the Council opposes."

“Good. Luke, you can continue.” “Yes, alpha,” he nodded in my direction, before turning back to Nathaniel. “The original Serene not only created werewolves, but is the mother of The First Ones, the first vampires. Our Serene, Ophelia, has the same abilities that the original had, but has more than enough power to do the opposite. Really, she is a descendant of the original, but so much more.”

"I'd rather wait for them to throw me out." "What if they kill you? Oh, if only I could get that spell, I would make you shift and bite off their asses!" she remarked gritting her teeth. Grace is a calm wolf, as all generic Eastern witches' wolves are, but at times that we hear disrespect she retaliates more than me. "Calm down, Grace. I'm sure we can figure out something. For now, let's just let them be."

And I’ll have to ask Aldrich if he's willing to offer his blood. After our discussion about how the first Cursed Ones gained entry into Altair, I’m convinced that Werewolves are magical beings as well. If I’m successful in carrying out the ritual, it will prove once and for all that the shapeshifting ability of the Werewolves is indeed a form of magic, and they very much deserve to live in Altair like all other magical beings.

he muttered under his breath. Jack Rich took his human form appearing naked before Pascal "with time, my Alpha, you will surely regain your memories, and you will rise again, and put the vampires where they belong" Pascal's eyes shone scarlet red, and his fangs emerged immediately.