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Clara pointed out. "Course he is, the Alpha that bit him probably did it as a last resort that's why he isn't sired to him, Jason's a lone wolf" Joseph calmed down and got another beer. "A lone wolf? You didn't teach me about those, you said Werewolves always travel in packs" Clara said confused. "They're very rare! Very rare, lone wolves are a type of Werewolf bound by no one, they have complete freedom and complete control, not to mention their strength it rivals some alphas" Joseph explained.

--- Chloe was talking non-stop as she drove Katie Clyde to campus, Katie Clyde was silent, and wasn't responding as she ought to. Chloe nudged her roughly and yelled "Katie!" Katie Clyde winced in pain and pursed her lips "what?" Chloe sneered "serves you right, why ain't you responding to me? didn't you hear what I was saying" Katie Clyde sighed heavily "Chloe, what if werewolves and vampires are real? what if they live among us? what if they are one of those people we see each day?" Chloe looked at Katie Clyde strangely "Katie, have you been watching too many movies, recently?" she reposted.

but there's another identity for me which no one knows except me. I write novels under the pen name 'phoenix' My novels are about werewolves attacking humans. Since I don't like werewolves I started writing about them in a bad way to vent out my anger on them. Recently, I've been working on a book named, 'Desire for thirst' in which werewolves attack their prey when they are in rut. My work in this genre has been gaining more exposure because I've made it very clear that I don't like werewolves. I believe people can read this as a novel but in reality the author just wants to expose their readers to the monsters they see in other worlds.

Emily's mother replied: "I don't know why, but I have this intuition. And don't you find it strange? Why is our daughter always bringing up stories about wolves lately?" As soon as he heard this, Emily's father stopped in his tracks, astonished, and said: "That's right. And she even mentioned..." He suddenly remembered the day when Emily was watching TV with them and said: "Don't judge a book by its cover. Although wolves may look ferocious, there is a creature in the world called a werewolf. Normally, they maintain their human form, but during a full moon, they transform into werewolves. But they are very friendly to humans and hope to live peacefully with them."

The library had revealed its secrets to me, and I would seize this opportunity to uncover the truth, no matter the challenges that lay ahead. As I delved deeper into the mystical pages of the book, my eyes alighted upon a page that trembled with ancient knowledge. My breath hitched, and my heart quickened as I read the words that seemed to leap off the parchment. The page revealed a hidden truth, a forgotten chapter in the history of the City of Grapetown. It spoke of an era long past, when the streets I walked upon were dominated by the majestic presence of werewolves. These noble creatures, born with the moon's touch upon their souls, had once reigned supreme in the shadows, their power un

Disappointment flashes on her face and she says to go right in. I move my way through the library and check as many ancient werewolf books as possible but there's nothing about natural born golden eyed werewolves or any tribe that seemed to have any. I try the computer and go online, I do research but a bunch of stories and shitty "facts" about werewolves appear all over. I scoff at how stupid all the articles are, these people don't know shit about werewolves. Sighing, I slump back in the chair. This is pointless, I can't find anything here.

The rest of the world could have burned down, and in here, it would still smell like old paper and ink. Perfect. I’d pulled three entire stacks of books around me, a fortress of leather bindings and worn pages: histories of werewolves, dense texts on Lycans, thin, brittle pamphlets about old bloodlines, even obscure case studies of wolfless wolves and the rare, desperate stories of those who’d somehow triggered their first shift late in life. None of it helped.

“The Blackwood pup is about to awaken! A stage has been set up at the Sacred Ridge so everyone can witness the birth of a Divine Werewolf—a once-in-a-century event! If you don’t head over now, you’ll miss it!” The Beta tore free from my hand and disappeared into the crowd. “This isn’t right!” Kaeren scooped me up with ease and flew toward the Sacred Ridge. An Omega Black Werewolf shouldn’t be able to fly that high, but Kaeren could.

I let out a loud sigh for added dramatic effect, and then I slumped down in my desk chair and opened up my laptop. I wasn’t really sure where to start. I knew that I wanted to look through the books in the library later, once everyone had filtered upstairs. I’d wait until after I’d fed – the humans were only staying with us for another day or two, and I wanted to make the most of being able to drink directly from the source. If I waited until later, I would arouse far less suspicion. Falmer was right – it was unusual for me to be so eager to complete my homework. There were a good number of supernatural books downstairs, and I needed to find out all I could about werewolves.

He stomps inside the room, searching for something in the bookshelves. “Why did he let you read that? You should read about the caste system of the pack, as well as the creatures that coexist with us here in the land of humans,” he rants before grabbing a brown leather-bound book and opening it to a specific page. He gives it to me and takes the other book away. “See here? This is about the different supernatural. This part here is specific for the wolves.” “Was there something wrong with the other book?” I ask curiously.