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“Today shall be remembered in our history as the day regained my honor and my status as your supreme leader, the Prime Alpha, and the Alpha King of all werewolves. Now, to honor the memory of all those we have lost in this fight and as a salute to every survivor here tonight, we shall howl seven times to the moon. It has provided us with the light we needed to see and defeat our enemies.” There was a cheer amongst the werewolves at the Alpha King’s speech. Vak lifted his face to the moon and let out the first howl. Everyone else, except the humans in their midst, followed suit and howled to the moon. After the seventh howl, there was jubilation in the crowd and everyone was eager to return h

He simply landed on the bed in two lightning-fast jumps literally a couple of centimeters from me. She gasped in surprise and tried to move away. “I don’t advise you to move at all now,” Yang said with a hoarse growl. Such an immense fire of incomprehensible origin raged in the black eyes that I did not even think to be insolent in response again. — Are you taking any medications? The werewolf surprised me once again. Since I am a wrong, but still a werewolf, I am not deprived of regeneration, and from this I concluded that he is interested in the only type of drugs that I might need, due to my peculiarity.

Kyle asked with a deadpan expression. "Force? Kyle you know you were born for this and you can't escape it. The Lycans and Werewolf's need a good ruler that will defeat Grey Jang. After the Grey is gone, you can go back to your CEO life." Drew retorted and Kyle glared at him and Drew made the gesture of zipping his mouth and throwing the key away. Grey Jang is a vampire who seeks revenge on Lycans and Werewolf's. Grey claimed that the Werewolf's killed his wife and now seeks revenge. He had a lot of minions which he occasionally sent to the Werewolf territory but the Vampires were defeated by the Werewolfs usually because of numbers advantage.

"You don't seem to me as a deaf person, so I suppose that you must have heard when I told you that the person you're requesting of is my slave… except if you're requesting for another Hillary, and not Hillary Hunter." "Well, I've heard from my sources that you've taken her as your slave and I'm not going to be unreasonable about this. So, I'm here to make you an offer." I smiled, regardless of the loud thumping of my heart. "I'm all ears, Mr. Alpha." "For nearly nighteen years, my pack have been resisting your rule. We consist of almost three hundred healthy werewolves and we are highly resourceful." "So what is the offer?" I asked impatiently.

The sensation of freedom surged through Zara's being as she navigated the park's winding paths and open meadows, her werewolf senses expanding with each stride. They joined the pack, a group of werewolves who gathered beneath the moon's watchful gaze. The pack moved as one, their movements synchronized, their presence a testament to the unity and strength of their species. They communicated through a blend of howls, growls, and body language, their bond unbreakable.

I ask wondering why she'd want us to start the preparations for a ball that would begin at smokefall. The Ball occured once in two years where unmated, rejected and even mated werewolves are free to attend in search of other unmated peeps they might take a liking to. Not every Pack in the south were free to participate, especially Packs under the Leadership of the Whitefang Pack, they vehemently refused for those Packs to associate with the "free born" according to their Alpha. And since they were the ones hosting the events their time, it would be difficult for any member of Bloodmood that planned to sneak unnoticed for the Ball.

“I guess they’ve already started, huh? And it’s only the first day. Then again, it’s to be expected.” I frowned. “Started what?” Tessa tilted her head. Her lips curved, but there was no humor in her smile. “The game,” she said. A breeze rustled the banners hanging from the stone posts. In the distance, the students looked like gods and monsters. “There’s a system,” she continued. “Every werewolf plays the game at Elite—whether they admit it or not. And there are only three ways to earn points: strength, intellect, and... sex.” I blinked, trying to process it. “Sex?”

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.

His eyes hinted at amusement, and I raised an eyebrow in question. “Why?” “Have you seen the game?” I shifted my gaze to the screen, taking a few seconds to observe the gameplay demonstration before realizing which game I had chosen. My eyes moved up to the screen, where the name of the game was written. The letters were printed in red with rough edges and a blood-like dripping effect. WEREWOLF HUNTER. “Shoot,” I muttered. I fell silent for a moment before bursting into laughter. Andrew laughed along with me, and we exchanged glances while holding our stomachs, laughing until a tear appeared in the corner of my eye.

“But, I don't like playing Vampire: Masquerade that much, I much prefer playing Werewolf: Apocalypse, because there's nothing better than turning into a 3m tall animal to beat enemies, or anything from Cthulhu. Insanity is my middle name for sure.” There were still 20 minutes left to start the game, but the crowd was already entering the site for us to play, I put the phone in my left ear only and left the microphone off. "Hmm, didn't know there was such a thing." Finally I heard Hyperion's voice.