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The two girls chorused in unison and Riya rolled her eyes as she realized that she had been defeated. “That does not make any sense at all, would it not just be better to just run around the streets and howl at the moon like true Lycanthropy believers?” Riya said sarcastically and sat on the couch beside Issa. “Since traditionally Werewolves turn at the sighting of a full moon, and we can’t do that so we are simply paying homage to them by doing a werewolf and Lycan movie marathon. You don’t have to watch it if you don’t want to and if you are in the mood to howl at the moon you should definitely have at it.” Sheila answered cheekily and joined them on the couch.

Then Elder Ludwig’s voice lowered, becoming far more ominous. “Everyone here must understand something. Another werewolf has awakened: one who carries BOTH the Schmidt bloodline limit… and the long-dead Magnolia power.” Gasps rose from every corner of the rotunda. Elder Klaus stood. “You mean… the power of Argus Panoptes?” “Yes, Klaus.” Ludwig nodded. “And rumors are spreading across the supernatural world. Werewolves from every continent are heading to America. They say that this power, this ancient, impossible power, is emanating from the city of Seattle.”

Chapter 50 In the depths of a shadowy forest, where the sun's rays rarely dared to penetrate, a sinister ritual was brewing. The Supreme Werewolf God Destroyers, a sect of ruthless power-hungry werewolves, had captured two of the most powerful alpheno werewolves in existence - Mary Jane of the Moonstone clan and Alfred of the Silver Paw clan. Their goal was to absorb the alpheno's immense chakra and the power of their supreme god, Fen, to become an unstoppable force.

The trio werewolves; Marcel, Rolan and Victor ran rampage on the intruders; uprooting body parts like they were harvesting in a farm but intentionally caused no harm to any of Marcel's siblings as well as Kate's husband Jackson meanwhile Eden, Kate and Jackson on their part watched on helplessly and frustratedly as their men drop down dead like insects until the wolf hunters stepped in. While Marcel and his companions were busy slaughtering everyone on sight, the leader of the wolf hunters Alex tapped into his vast experience on killing werewolves as he bought out a large silver net that had been sprinkled and bathed in wolfsbane and with the aid of three other hunters he flung it into the a

Chase comes to my window once more and asks “Alpha, they resorted to the traditional awakening ritual. Neerah is in the forest. Should we still proceed?” I frown. I don't know Alpha Knight all that well. But I know he is a conservative werewolf and so, resorting to this senseless tradition might appeal to him. Yet, the girl Neerah only learnt about werewolves a couple of months ago. People said that she couldn't watch a werewolf shift without screaming her lungs out. Is she really in a state of mind to handle the traditional way? She should have been trained well for years to be able to participate. But maybe she is a strong werewolf and her father is confident in her abilities?

I don't reply, just look down, not knowing what to do. "I'm talking to you weirdo." She says pulling me up from my chair, from her scent I can tell that she's a werewolf. "P-Please l-let g-go-" "Why should I freak? Get out of here, no one wants you around." I see Eric and the rest glare up at her but I just shake my head, silently telling them to leave it. They look reluctant but still watch what's happening. "Leave her alone Emma. Theo won't like you bothering her-"

My wolf began to convulse, lacking the strength to even wail, before going completely still. "Witch, stop quickly; this will kill her." Some in the pack, seeing my state, couldn't help but worry, and someone stood up to object. Sensing my wolf growing weak, Silas felt a pang of heartache, but it was quickly swallowed by deeper hatred and madness. "This is too cruel; she is not the actual killer." "If she dies like this, it will just be another murder." As one person stood up, several others followed; they were all people I had helped in the past.

The golden pup’s fur began to crack with glowing lines, radiating a blinding light that made it impossible for anyone to keep their eyes open. “A true Golden Werewolf! I can’t see!” “It’s coming! It’s coming!” Everyone craned their necks and kept their eyes wide, trying desperately to catch a glimpse. Damian laughed loudly. “A Divine Werewolf descends! All shall bow before me! I am the King of the Werewolf Alliance!” As the light began to dim, the pup’s form started to shift. The crowd held its breath. “What is that?” “A black werewolf?” At the very moment everyone expected glory, the golden pup transformed into a grotesque, malformed Omega Black Werewolf.

Zara watched with growing horror as it showed what appeared to be werewolves attacking human civilians in an urban setting. "This is from three weeks ago," Kyle continued. "A pack of werewolves systematically hunting humans in downtown Portland. Seven dead, dozens injured. This is what your precious supernatural beings do when they think they can get away with it." But as Zara watched the footage more closely, her enhanced vision picked up details that human eyes would have missed. The timestamp was wrong—she could see a newspaper in the background dated from six months ago. The werewolves moved strangely, like they were confused or drugged. And in one frame, she caught sight of something th

"Relax, it's just herbs to ward off the cold. The temperature dropped last night, and my throat's been scratchy." She still looked doubtful, so I quickly shifted the subject. "You barged in here in a panic. What's going on?" Lily smacked her forehead, suddenly reminded of whatever had sent her rushing over. She launched into a frantic explanation. Apparently, Ryan had taken Eleanor to the Royal Theater today to see a play. The story followed a werewolf princess forced into a political marriage with another pack, enduring hardship for the sake of her pack. It became a tragic legend in werewolf history.