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If he succeeded, he would be unstoppable… … but he didn’t, because in her reality in Fairbanks, Vak Smallchief is still known as the first werewolf in history and the only werewolf ancestor who receives 7 salutation howls on the nights of the Full Moon Feasts. Where did that leave Nikjin? “You are a beautiful sight to behold in wasteland such as this,” he said, appearing in front of her like an apparition.

I groaned in response and wet my stinky dry mouth. Did I mention that it happens to be a werewolf novel? A feel-good romance series where the main female lead is super submissive, the male lead is the alpha of his pack and there’s lots and lots of unnecessary drama? I know, I know what you’re thinking- but hey, it’s a guilty pleasure of mine. I can’t help myself. Don’t judge me. We don’t pleasure shame here. Alright, alright, moving on before I say anything else that sounds like a sexual innuendo.

WEREWOLF IN THE SHADOW (A VEAWOLF AND A WEREWOLF STORY) CHAPTER 4️⃣ *Love Me* "Where have you been?"Amber Balcoins asked Mara. She sat waiting patiently for Mara. It is already a new day and unless you are a twilight vampire, you are not allowed to stay under the sun. The family of Balcoin aren't twilight vampires. "We had a game yesterday, I somehow got lost."Mara explained. "Wow, you even have the guts to lie to me?. Katherine was also in the game. She came back yesterday night. You still haven't told where you were last night"Amber said softly but in a harsh tone.

The moon hung low in the night sky, casting a glow over the dense forest that was filled with leaves. Shadows danced among the trees, and the air was thick. Noises could be heard, the smell of furs also lingered in the air. Freya stood at the edge of the clearing, her amber eyes scanning the gathering wolves. She was no ordinary wolf. Her fur was a mix of gold and black, a testament to her dual heritage. Half werewolf, half witch, she straddled two worlds, yet belonged to neither. As most of her werewolf companions saw her as.

So far I had five books which were classics that I knew would peak my interest such as Little Women, A Tale Of Two Cities, Wuthering Heights and others. All of these books were about humans and I admired the wide selection of books that this room had. I tried to find one that was all about werewolves like the library back at my pack had, but I found only one that was labelled 'In The Beginning' and it was written by none other than the eldest werewolf alive who was Gareth Coleman. In the synopsis, it stated his life as an old werewolf dated back to the time when werewolves were discovered and ended when werewolves were thought to be just myths.

“Okay, I’ll bite. What’s this one’s hook? Is it different than the one you were reading yesterday, and then the day before that? Or all the ones you've been reading since... I don't know... 7th grade?” I immediately shot upright with glee, grinning with all my teeth out, I always relished the opportunity to introduce new victims to my cherished collection of smutty werewolf e-novels. “Okay, Get this! I found one of those novel apps last week, so I thought, why not read one of the books they recommend. Since I’m an alpha expert or lycan enthusiast if you will, and I can smell the cringe from a mile away.” I paused to take a breath, “Then I found this book, by a new mysterious author on the bl

"I told you. You should have stayed." Freya turns back to me with a look of horror in her eyes. Her attention is drawn back to the man enraging me, so I bend down in a swift motion, grab him by his ankle, and throw him into the fire. Freya tries to rush to him until I grab her by the throat. "Jackson," she pleas, "please no." "I'm getting what I've been waiting for since the moment you passed me by." Freya's tears start to show, making the wait worthwhile. I take an inhale only slightly disappointed she's not completely ready to devour. Stupid werewolf's blood is only pure once it appears in her mind, but Freya's is taking longer than expected.

"I'm not risking my life. You shouldn't either. It's not like you're his mate or he made you his luna." "I may not be his luna or mate, but I do care about my alpha." She sprang out of the car without waiting for Becca's reply, shifting into a golden beta wolf. She targeted a rogue who had hollow red eyes and raced in his direction, ramming into his gut and knocking him down to the ground. Another rogue leaped into the air from behind her and slammed her to the ground right next to the first rogue.

“Anyway, so yeah, the two are related in the sense we both have the moon as our source, or rather, center of magic. I'll let John explain more about that one, but it all started with certain families who were given that ‘blessing’. As I mentioned earlier, many believe that it was done so by the entity that many call the Moon Goddess. And by many, I mean the vampires, mostly. And some of the werewolves.” “And they say, and by ‘they’, I mean the vampires, that when she made both them and werewolves, she then designated the vampires as the ones she would be directly linked to. And for this reason, a lot of us think that we’re more superior than the werewolves in every sense of the word. It soon

In the end, it all circled back to the same problem. "Our laws are pretty simple. Mostly they involve don't tell anyone about us and marry a wolf." "Or two. Or more. Kind of makes me wonder if I wouldn't be better off with the vampire. I get the impression he probably has a harem of women." The wolf in her head growled. "I'd probably only have to deal with him a few times a week, if that." His eyes widened. "You can't be serious. You'd choose a bloodsucker over your own kind?"