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He had gone back to sleep. I continued with my escape and was lucky to see pieces of my clothing discarded all around. I put on the pieces of what I saw. I reached the door and stole a final glance at the Alpha before I turned the knob and made a run for it. All the while, I just hoped we had used protection. ***** I got home after my walk of shame through the town and took a quick shower. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and nearly collapsed from shock. I saw it, my green eyes were amber. My wolf. It was the eyes of my wolf.

What the fuck is going on in this city? Amelia doesn't know how to control her new nature, but in small flashbacks I saw that a wolf tried to kill her, on the last full moon, a week ago. I frown, I don't like this situation at all. It's strange, that she is very calm, it's like she knows what to do. How does she know that she is a werewolf if she has not experienced metamorphosis on a full moon? She is one of them, she has a pack.

Chloe added. “I haven't really spoken to him,” Kayla said, which wasn't entirely a lie. They all started talking about how creepy and scary Derrick was, and Kayla took another glance at Lucas. Something hit her then, and her eyes grew wide. That scar! She remembered the nightmares she kept having. The werewolf that always chased her has a deep scar running from its eyebrows to the corner of its eyes. Just like Lucas. Kayla shook her head as she pictured the dark brown animal with deep eyes that had been trying to bite her.

His eyes never leaving mine "Your parents are right, you know" he murmured in that husky voice of his that sent a shudder through me I frowned at him, confused with what he said before realization dawned on me and my eyes widened "You were listening?!" He chuckled lowly, the action causing his body to shake slightly "It was kind of hard not to overhear" Right, werewolves DID have super good hearing I narrowed my eyes at him, cursing how good he looked in that black leather jacket over a white shirt and black pants

Roman POV My wolf snarls, clawing at the edges of my mind as I turn away from Leera. Her scent spun sugar and honeysuckles clung to me, a ghost of Imogen that shouldn’t exist. The locker room buzzes with my teammates’ chatter, but it’s all static against the roar in my chest. She growled. A human shouldn’t growl, not like that. My mismatched eyes burn, my vision sharpening as my wolf fights to break free. I need air. I need answers.

The admission was quiet, and because of that, it hit harder. Rhea’s breath caught. Maddox looked almost angry with himself for saying it, but he did not take the words back. “My wolf knew you in the corridor,” he continued. “It knew you when the guards touched you. It knew you when the council brought silver. It knew you when you looked at Scarlett beside me and tried not to show that it hurt.” His jaw flexed. “It knows you now.” Rhea felt tears burn behind her eyes, but she held them back. “And the man?”

Sigrid dropped her jaw, seeing the wolf turn into a human, the one she sees everyday. Remus! Her stepbrother.

Sensing the collapse of his mate's wolf , Silas showed an expression of disbelief. The witch immediately crawled to my side, green light flaring again as she cast a healing spell on me. The others also looked at me with bated breath. The memories of the true killer were finally about to be revealed, and no one want to miss a single moment of the vision.

I looked at him in confusion because he was limping. As far as I could remember, he was a strong werewolf. Why did he look very weak now? He seemed to have felt my gaze because he turned his head and looked at me. His terrifying eyes swept over me. My heart tightened, and I quickened my pace. "Stop!" A soft and feeble male voice rang out behind me. Then he hissed as if his was in pain. "Are you okay?" I asked as I approached him cautiously. Harry waved his hand weakly and the two swelling bumps on his forehead became brighter under the sunlight.

he began, hands folded as he stared off into space like it was playing out exactly like it happened in his head and I wasn't in the room. “While he was wandering, he saw a young woman healing a rabbit with a broken leg. He was mesmerised by her beauty and his heart leapt at the first sight of her and before you know it, his wolf spoke calling out that four lettered word that means so much to a werewolf.” She was his mate…