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" Valerie chuckles and obliges. The Ritual Circle is a place where all the werewolves transformed on their sixteenth or seventeenth birthday when the concentration of the wolf's spirit and aura in their body is highest. It can be detected through the help of a witch who detects the sudden influx of powerful mana as the werewolf's birthday approaches. This influx of mana always happens at the first minute of the werewolf's birthdate. They arrive at the Ritual Circle. Four huge torches surround the area and a burnt circular pattern on the ground connecting the four torches.

"You want to defy Skender's orders? Have you ever been burned by the Arch?" The man always looked for trouble. Blayze fell back down on the couch, looking frustrated. "All this because of a woman." He muttered. "Don't underestimate the effect of a beautiful woman." The twins, Lazarus and Acheron, as Rayven liked to call them, teleported into his room. Sometimes Rayven wished that all of them were human so he could lock the door. "A woman can with a simple touch, a gentle smile, a soft laughter stir a man's heart." Lazarus preached. "Once you fall under a woman's spell, it is hard to get up again. But you two wouldn't know."

And now that it has finally gotten out, it’s putting all its energy at pulling every part of the man. And when the wolf got satisfied at putting its anger towards the man. It immediately thought of going to the place where they were supposed to live. It was about to run, but before he can do that, Peter came who’s in a flash got to the wolf’s side. And Peter immediately stabbed the syringe he was carrying, containing sleeping pills and wolfsbane herb. A herb that can effectively weaken a werewolf. But one dose of it is not enough to put Jax’s wolf down. So Peter immediately followed with two more pricks of syringes to the body of the wolf.

What was this duo up to? Their house was beautifully decorated, but the colours were not the best. “How are you finding the place so far?” aunt Zora asked while we were eating. She turned to Zach whom she had strategically put next to her. Either she had great maternal instincts or she was so used to playing games and manipulating people. “Do you like it here, Zach?” “Yes, I want to see the werewolves,” he said, excitedly, making aunt Zora go pale. Bonnie gasped. “Emilia thinks there are many of them in this town. Werewolves are so cool.”

With a determined expression, he led Emily forward, their footsteps echoing in the quiet stillness. As they approached the altar, a figure emerged from the shadows, its form shifting from that of a human to a majestic, silver-furred werewolf. The creature's eyes gleamed with a mix of wisdom and ancient knowledge, a testament to its age and authority. It was the Alpha, the leader of the werewolf pack. The Alpha's voice carried a deep resonance, commanding attention as it spoke. "Welcome, Emily Harper and Adam Brentwood. You have ventured far, guided by your desire to uncover the truth. But be warned, for the truth can be a double-edged sword, revealing both light and darkness."

I accused, my voice trembling with hurt and betrayal. Drake's anguished cry pierced the air. "No, Yvonne, I would never betray you like that. I swear it," he pleaded, desperation evident in his voice. I stared at him, disbelief mingling with the pain in my heart. "Then how? How do you know about werewolves and vampires?" I demanded, my voice barely above a whisper. With a heavy heart, Drake approached me, his expression filled with sorrow. "I know who you are, Yvonne Brooks. The daughter of Arthur and Catherine Brooks, the heiress of the Moonlight Pack. I know that you're a werewolf," he confessed softly.

"You are my anchor, my protector, and my equal. I am honored to be your mate, to stand beside you in all that lies ahead. With you, I have found a love that transcends time and distance, and I am grateful for every moment we share." As they continued to dance, the world around them seemed to blur into a whirlwind of colors and music. Their connection was undeniable, their love radiating through their every movement. In that precious moment, surrounded by the splendor of their wedding celebration, Rowland and Freya knew that their union was not just a bond between two individuals but a beacon of hope and strength for their pack—a symbol of love and unity in the werewolf world.

Love, Coco — S T A T U S — GENRE: Werewolf SUB-GENRE: Romance STARTED| 15th of June 2020 FINISHED| 4th of February 2021 — R A N K S — #1 on Lycan | 14/08/21 — C O M P L E T E D —

My heart gave a painful thump. Alpha Dante Davenport, the Devil of the MoonClaw Pack. The name alone had the power to silence an entire room. Stories about him were whispered or painted in the blood of the wolves who dared oppose him. A beast of a man with a smile carved from war and eyes sharp enough to cut through soul and steel. I swallowed. Vivian, ever the actress, twirled a lock of her blonde hair around her finger. “He's the type to drag singers to his bed before the chorus even starts. Ro-guish.” She said as if that was a compliment.