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she finally said something that would create a breakthrough for us. “A witch has to be there to perform the ritual, especially one as powerful as giving werewolves those kinds of powers. So if you’re looking for anyone, look for packs that have witches living among the members,” she said. I turned to Darius as if silently asking him to think of all the packs with witches living among the pack members, and his eyes lit up. “There are only two packs I know that have witches living among them. Silversnow pack and Moonblood pack,” he said.

“Coming right up.” She walked off smoothly between chairs and barstools, like someone who knows exactly which floorboard creaks and which doesn’t. Erik rubbed his hands together, like someone about to rework a puzzle. “Okay. That video you sent — I watched it three more times. Sam looked good.” Of course, Erik had to end with a joke. Hunter tapped the table, clearly annoyed. “The last part. That staff member listing the names.” Erik cleared his throat.“Yeah, exactly. Fenric Moon as the first werewolf, Killian Duchesse as the first Lycan. I called Moonshire Park. They confirmed that the story is based on real, handed-down history — not just tourist poetry.”

Something was weird, I could sense it, but I couldn't point out exactly what it was, though I had a guess of who the source of the weird stuff was going to be. I moved my gaze to the guys walking behind her. A few seconds passed and nothing unusual happened. Maybe it's nothing after all, I returned my gaze to Lovely, but was forced to tear my gaze off her and stare at the guys behind her. The sound of bone breaking filled the air. My eyes widened as I stared at the posture the ground of guys was making. The sound of bone breaking, their current posture... I knew it all too well, it was something so familiar. It was all too familiar, they were shape-shifters also.

I felt both familiar and strange. The Blue Sea pack was very modern and lacked nothing, but it was still very different from the city. Werewolves loved nature and wanted to be in nature, so they often didn't turn on the lights when it wasn't really necessary. If I went on the road at night, I would have to rely on the white light to find my way. The moon was very bright, werewolves had very good eyesight, so it was not difficult for us to determine the way at night when there was no electric light.

Yet when I asked him, he informed me that we were going to the Altar. Of course, I bombarded him with questions, but I couldn't get a single answer. Well, until we reached the Altar. One of the witches forced me to drink something that tasted horrible. Right then, I started feeling a horrible pain in my stomach. Andrew drank the same drink, yet nothing happened to him. Of course, he still has the werewolf's healing ability, unlike me. In fact, the horrible drink is the least of my worries. The next thing is that about six or seven witches started chanting something in their language. I couldn't understand a word they were saying. Only God knows how much I hate this damn necklace around my ne

I insisted. “On what.” “Werewolves,” I blurted out, standing up while staring at him. I did not miss the slight parting of his lips before he masked the surprise with concern. “Werewolves? Are you a fan of one of those werewolf horror movies? To be honest, I do like them a lot too. They’re better than the mushy romances teenagers are always writing about us.” “Us?” “Humans, and also werewolves, demons, angels.”

"You don't seem to me as a deaf person, so I suppose that you must have heard when I told you that the person you're requesting of is my slave… except if you're requesting for another Hillary, and not Hillary Hunter." "Well, I've heard from my sources that you've taken her as your slave and I'm not going to be unreasonable about this. So, I'm here to make you an offer." I smiled, regardless of the loud thumping of my heart. "I'm all ears, Mr. Alpha." "For nearly nighteen years, my pack have been resisting your rule. We consist of almost three hundred healthy werewolves and we are highly resourceful." "So what is the offer?" I asked impatiently.

“Jelena, I am not human. I am a Lycan. The Institute is set up to fight a supernatural war.” Quirking a disbelieving brow, Jelena caresses her hands down my chest and carefully asks. “Are you serious? So you’re like a wolf or something?” I nod my head. “Yes. I am a loup-garou, a werewolf. I am the alpha of our pack.” She looks at me incredulously. “Show me. Show me what you are.” Ready to prove it, I release her from my lips, stand on the edge of her bed, take a deep breath, and close my eyes. My claws instantly retract, my fangs elongate, and my eyes glow. Jelena lets out a startled gasp as she gazes at my wolf form. Once I’ve begun my semi-transformation, I open my eyes and show her my cla

“Oh, okay…” “W-Wait, John, I can’t possibly be a part of his pack! This magic shouldn’t even be working on me!” interrupted Nico. “Now that I think about it, that is odd. It’s supposed to work only with fellow werewolves.” “Wait, so it’s a werewolf-only thing?” asked Ben. “Supposedly, but I believe there is a fluke,” said John while looking Nico’s way. “So wait, you’re a werewolf too, John?” It seemed that the young man had pieced things together despite all the confusion.

Lucian got a call from Daniel, Alpha of the red pack, early one morning. They had a rogue attack. The rogues had advanced weapons which had hit some of their highest ranking Betas. Bullets don't work on werewolves unless they were silver. Such bullets were expensive and hard to obtain. The rogues used normal bullets laced with poison. The wolves suffered hours of agony as the poison spread in their bloodstream. They were able to control its spread, but it could be deadly if given in significant quantity.