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With that, Allen turned and walked back through the double doors to the offices. Amerie smiled at Everett and walked over to the wolf. It was as tall as her at the shoulder and stood with its front paws atop a rock. Its facial expression was alert yet calm. The placard in front of the animal stated that wolves had primarily been gone from the region for several decades, but there had been occasional sightings of gray wolves.

Elroy was disdainful, "You are lying to me. I saw with my own eyes that a few of your Giant Wolves could defeat hundreds of Timber Wolves. The outside world is not dangerous to me." "It's not me who should feel scared, but those weak werewolves of other races!" Elroy held his head up proudly. "Prince, it seems that I have to tell you the secret about our Giant Wolf before you agree to go back with us." "What secret?" "Except for the Giant Wolf, the life expectancy of other werewolves is only one hundred years. Aren't you curious why?" "Why?" Elroy's curiosity was really piqued. So was I.

The guard sneered and hung back in the hall as I strolled cluelessly around. The Blackwolf territory is extremely cold compared to the Whitewolf territory; it was known for its cold climate and plethora of evergreen forests. Although everyone was banned from speaking of the Blackwolf packs, most of the elders of my pack often joked about sending extremely stubborn children to the Blackwolf territory and telling them they were going to freeze to death and the ghosts of the Blackwolf pack were going to haunt them. It worked because most of them changed for the better.

While most wolves, even those who can shift, have eyes that range from brown to black depending on the dominant traits of their wolf, higher ranks display unique hues. Betas are marked by light gray eyes, with rare instances of deep, dark blue. Gammas have light brown eyes touched with flecks of gold, reflecting their steadfast loyalty and strength. Chief warriors stand out with their regular eye colors streaked with bronze, a testament to their battlefield prowess and leadership. But alpha wolves are in a league of their own. Their eyes shimmer with silver, a symbol of their authority and connection to the pack. In exceptionally rare cases, an alpha’s eyes can appear gray with silver or blu

I whined, picking up a sweatshirt with fragility. "Well... because you didn't listen to the warnings and so you brought this upon yourself. Good luck and try to stay alive." Alpha Gray laughed, closing the door to my escape and the door of the big laundry room. Werewolves sweat and blood smell awful than humans because of the supernatural power they hold. But I will surely be dying over this foul smell. "Oh! Look. It's Clara the troublemaker." The beta entered the room, pushing a big trolley filled with another pile of dirty clothes.

Among the thick trails of smoke was a gray wolf. My eyebrows knitted together as I stared in confusion, and as I looked closer, I realized it wasn’t gray, but white. It had only looked gray because of the smoke, but its fur was actually snow white. A white wolf. That was a rare color to see indeed. White werewolves were exclusively female and usually highborn. It was a fur color reserved for royalty and nobility, and I had never seen a wolf that shade in person. Guests who had been trapped within the building followed the wolf, coughing as they stumbled out.

I don't care if anyone sees me or if I end up on the news my anger will never let this man go free. "Listen, dude, I didn't come here to play. I came here for answers. Now quit playing and tell me what being a grey wolf means." His smile isn't there anymore, he looks as confused as ever. "I'm not playing with you Chloe, you were born a grey werewolf. Your father was a grey werewolf, you're a grey werewolf. Grey werewolves are more powerful than regular werewolves, grey wolves are also the only breed of werewolves to not be controlled by the moon. You all can turn at will and it won't even hurt." He chuckles. "Y'all are lucky bastards."

Devon blurted out between sobs. I placed a hand to my lips. The Gray Wolves Pack was a name that frightened the young female wolves in my father's pack. They had their own territory in the far east, but they were in some kind of agreement with my father. Since my father didn't belong to the Council or the Dark Circle, he needed the alliance of other packs for protection, so he had other ally packs outside of North Central that he was in alliance with. And the Gray Wolves Pack was one of them. They were cruel and ferocious.

Besides, it was the only metal capable of killing them if it came into contact with a major organ. Till tried to retreat, but he couldn't hold back the cry of pain when the gray wolf managed to bite his hind leg. The red wolf could feel his flesh and veins on fire where the fangs had sunk in. He quickly pulled himself together, however, and turned around abruptly. The gray wolf may have been more agile thanks to his size, but the red wolf was nonetheless more imposing. The rogue had no time to think about what was happening to him when he felt the red wolf's mouth grab his spine.

This time I flew to Russia to check on how the clan of gray and white wolves is doing. Once upon a time, the latter were quite numerous and more developed than the former, but during a fire twenty years ago, almost half of the population died in a flock of whites, including the alpha and his family. It came as a big shock to everyone. No one really could tell anything about what happened, and how it happened. The official version spoke of an accident with fireworks during the holiday, which caused several houses to catch fire at once. The fire was not extinguished in time. The panic began.