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Wow. Pure white fur painted in splashes of red from the blood of the rogue Alanna is currently fighting. Icy blue eyes that seem to glow in the sunshine. Thick fur. Huge body yet still slim and lean. She’s magnificent. Nothing I’ve ever seen before. Truly one of a kind.

Panic surged. A man in plaid sprinted for the exit, shoving bodies aside. “Move!” A blonde she-wolf launched out of the crowd and took him mid-air, shredding him before he hit the ground. The bitten began to change almost instantly—limbs warping, bones popping. One scream became ten—then a hundred. Frenzy bloomed. Some beasts tore into the living; others into each other. The room became teeth and red spray and the sound of wet things leaving the places they were supposed to stay.

His loud voice attracted a crowd. Andrew put on a sad look for the people. “Let’s hear from everyone. Was it wrong for my baby girl to play with his son? “But the guy turned around and slashed my baby. Talk about cruel.” The crowd looked at me in disapproval. “For a guy to carry a kitchen knife around the neighborhood, I hope he doesn’t have anger issues or something.” “If your kid is so fragile, don’t let him out of the house.” “That Doberman is a rare pedigree. It must be worth more than a hundred thousand bucks.”

—mutants with pale skin, extra limbs, or reflective eyes—were checking weapons that looked like they were scavenged from a dumpster behind a DARPA facility. "The Furry Ones?" Grog asked, taking a bite of the cream puff. "My scouts smell them. Wet dog. Expensive leather. Very rude scent." "They're coming through the main drainage outflow," Jack said. "Valerius sent his vanguard. These aren't just wolves, Grog. They're purebloods. Fast, strong, and they heal instantly." Grog grunted, wiping cream from his chin. He walked over to a large, rusted wheel valve on the wall. "Strong heals. Fast runs. But can they swim in... the Soup?"

well, since the first day I spoke with one, which was when I found Fubs nineteen years ago. I know you might be wondering how a rat could have lived that long. Fubs wasn't exactly the normal kind of rat we know of. It's of a breed called Wererodents and they are known for their awry ability to live as long as an average werewolf. Finally, I stepped into the carriage and I found it that the inside was even more massive than how the outside looked. But it was also filled up with several other individuals. With their scents, I believe most of them were humans.

PERCY Something seemed a bit off with the party. Usually at parties, I was calm and relaxed, but my wolf seemed to be telling me something, my wolf seemed to be on the alert, like there was a potential battle ahead although I did not sense any Vampires. Relegating my more canine nature to the background, I focused on the present. A few people seemed genuinely happy to see me, I had been away from much human contact for a while. The rest of the people seemed only happy I had shown up, and so they did not waste their best appearance.

To tear through their thick fur with ferocity. Tristen approached the monstrous group, their long fur bristling as they snarled at his approach. Tristen observed them closely as they stood in the clearing. A hound-wolf hybrid would be a perfect fit to describe them literally. Massive and intimidating creatures, standing taller than an average wolf but heavier and broader. Their fur a mix of long, shaggy hair and thick, wolf-like fur, providing excellent insulation against the cold of the mountains where they came from. The color of their coat varied from dark gray to white.

Gifted with the ability to morph into their prehistoric figures when in fear, Lycanthropes turned the food chain upside down and began to hunt the very things that had once hunted them. This, I assumed, was where the fairytales drew their inspiration. To help eliminate the risk of extinction, Lycanthropes lived in packs like their sister species, Canis lupus, otherwise known as the wolf. Also like the wolf, Lycanthropes remained very community-oriented when reproducing. Ultimately, this led to an underground society that grew rapidly, unchecked. Hundreds of thousands of years later, Lycanthropes still roamed the earth, disguised as humans and could morph from man to

Deborah stared at her for a while and then asked, “So? Aren’t you overjoyed?” Lola looked at her confused, “Overjoyed about what exactly?” Deborah playfully slapped my knee, “Ow come on I know you are not from here, but you must be so thrilled you got mated with the Alpha of Grey Oak pack! I mean it has been every girl’s dream for the last 5 years to get chosen by him.” Lola looked at her dryly, “Wow your lives must suck ass then if that is the ultimate dream here.” A girl with short black hair, blue eyes, and glasses chuckled and said, “Oh I like you. Hard to find someone with a brain around here. My name is Fenna.” She held out her hand and Lola shook it.