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Then it hit him and a smirk plastered on his face, “Oh right. We definitely have to go mow. “I can’t wait to officially have you, Mrs. Hudson.” I chuckled, feeling butterflies in my stomach. This is really it. I can’t wait to be on more adventures with my husband, Eion. It was all worth it. And I’m proud to say that I am Snow caught in his Winter Heart. **

“Those traitors have nowhere to run, now that we've all seen their faces. I want the entire Lower Ring searched. Every building, every basement or even underground chambers. I know it’s a big task, which is why I’m sending all of you. Take your men and spread out the search." The Grand Knights nodded again. After dismissing the group, Kael returned to his team chamber. And he knew exactly what to do now. Upon entering the chamber, Kael was welcomed by the warmth from the fireplace. All members were at the long table, having their meals. Kael came to join them and quickly asked for any news. “We've got some lead, Sir Kael,” Ryia reported. “My beast who tracked the scent of the Forgotten Winte

As he was in the doorway with the knob in his hand, he turned his head. “I'll just say this once, Saga. Don't you dare help those two families any deeper. The girl you're looking for is Hugo Supernova's prey. She is a holy blooded wolvire.” Saga gasped, his eyes staring at his father without blinking. Mrs. Adrian stood up and said, “You don't need to worry anymore because INDICENT must have helped them. Just shut up and don't get into trouble. We don't want anything to happen to you, all right?”

851 AD The first snow of the winter was building on the horizon, casting out its tendrils of freezing winds to clear the way. Harvest was well and truly over and the men had returned from their hunting trips to now help with the final touches in securing the Pack's dens for the winter. The season could be cruel here but the wolves had learnt how to fare against the harsh conditions without the aid of the human settlement some fifteen kilometres to the south. But that was because the Northern Star pack had something that other packs didn't; their Luna was a witch.

Her voice deepened with the gravity of her words. I’d heard whisperings before of the King of Creatures. Some great half-beast, half-man who can sense dark magic and destroy it. But I’d thought him a mere myth. Everyone does. Until now. *** “No.” Veline shook her head seriously. “Every one does not. Most across the lands of NightGlen know he does, indeed, exist. And is critical to the survival of man.” “Why haven’t you discovered what Mathis is then?” I leapt to my feet. Catching my skirts in my rage.

the messenger said, introducing his purpose and identity. "Proceed." "To Lady Serina, I am dishearten to announce the fall of our trusted herald and our great and loyal knight, Sir Thomas Hansen during an unexpected encounter with a horde of varmints lead by a chimera on the Brassland Canyon. The rest of the details regarding this calamitous matter, I would like to personally discuss with you. For now, we have successfully made it to the Marfiande palace and already had a proper talk with his royal Highness.

Werewolves from far and wide, drawn by the legend of Eryndors strength and mercy, came to pledge their allegiance. Among them was a mysterious figure, a lone wolf with piercing yellow eyes and a coat as white as snow. She approached Eryndor with quiet confidence, her tail held high. "I am Aria," she said, her voice like music. "I have come to join your troops Eryndor. Together, we can build a new era of peace and prosperity and survive." Eryndor, sensing the weight of Aria's words, welcomed her with a nod. As she joined the troops, a collective howl rose to the moon, a chorus of hope and renewal. The whole horizon witnessed the blow and bursts of thunder recorded the sight of the Valient.

Shadows leaned over lamp posts like watchers. Tunde walked in silence. The air felt different here — still, but aware. He passed a dented vendor stall. An old man watched him go, then turned away. A scavenger child whispered something and ducked behind a cart. That was when they stepped out. Two Citadel enforcers. Matte-black armor. Silent. Smooth. They didn’t hum. They didn’t threaten. They simply… arrived. Tunde stopped. One raised a scanner. ID Confirmed. RU-Q3A-1120. Theta Protocol: Passive Retrieval.

"Are they okay?" "They're stable now, but it took my winter magic to freeze the toxins before the standard salves could work," I said, my voice dropping to a serious whisper. "But Ophelia... the weapons used against them weren't from a rogue wolf pack. It was star-metal. The arrows were engraved with the royal runes of the Winter Court Vanguard." Ophelia’s jaw dropped, her eyes wide with shock. "The Winter Court? But you just had the council here yesterday! Kate, is the High King trying to start a war?"

But everyone knew the real purpose of the party, it was so I could find my mate. When a werewolf turns 18, their wolf gene is activated and their wolf comes to them at the stroke of midnight. Only when your wolf comes to you can you feel the presence of your mate and the fact that I had just turned 18 meant I would be able to sense her if she was nearby. There were so many girls present that night, everyone expected me to find a mate. But I didn't.. She was nowhere to be found and I almost started to think she didn't even exist. But now she just popped up out of nowhere. Where did she even come from and how or why the fuck doesn't she know she's a wolf.