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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.

I could feel the rotation of the earth beneath my feet. I looked down at the mark. It wasn't a jagged wound. It was a glowing, silver sigil of a wolf’s head, etched perfectly into my skin. The heat radiating from it was intoxicating—a constant, pulsing reminder that we were no longer two separate beings. The door to the chamber finally gave way. The first of the Pack—a massive, scarred Beta named Silas—lunged through the threshold, his eyes blood-red with the madness of the Blood Moon. He didn't see an Alpha and his mate; he saw a target.

She turned and looked a little confused, then affectionately patted his darkly bristled jaw, she told him, "are you back from school? " He smiled," Yes, I am back from school." "Well, where is your sister? Tell her I don't like that hideous bicolour colour of hers." He chuckled. "Mom, I found my mate," he looked at me and gestured me to come in the front. The white-haired woman stared at me with her piercing green eyes, so this is where Lucian got his eyes from. She was a strikingly beautiful woman, with the same green eyes as Lucian. Werewolves live long. She was still lovely though her hair had turned white, and she looked like a human would in their 50s which was not normal for a wolf.

Harry's answer caught my attention. Harry talked about Sora's aura. He was the only one who could talk about it so openly without asking for anything in return. Harry was a hybrid, born with the power of a werewolf and druid mixed together in his blood. I turned around to look at him. “What do you mean? No one's aura can change. Didn't you say that when we were in the academy? You said it to her when she was convinced that she could change her aura by training hard.” I asked Harry, my tone was laced with my anger.

By that time, all I could feel was a dull ache in my head. Instinctively, I held my head in my hands, mirroring her own. Something was going on between us. Why did I feel her pain, and how had she woken up from her consciousness so fast? She was a werewolf, but why didn’t she feel our bond? Or was she pretending? I stood there and watched as the pack doctor, Dr Remus, checked her vitals and nodded to Harry that everything was okay. Harry in turn mind-linked to explain to me that the doctor said she was hale and hearty and didn’t have any signs of concussion or distress.

" Sirius replied, and Remus finally is nodding. Sirius invented the answer because his main purpose going to this campus..is his search for a girl...and make her Remus wife. Harry asked them to follow him, to the guest room, where he welcomes any guess. Before arriving at the room Harry stated, Sirius whispered to the man he has known for years. Harry is actually a werewolf too. "Remus wants to find himself a wife. A human wife." "Aah...yes. I'll help you with that. At the office...previously...it was just for a formality...it was good about your Coffee truck story though." Harry said, smiling naughtily. "I'll introduce you to some girls here at the campus."

Just a weak little Omega…. Suddenly, I hear a loud thud and more growling before I open my eyes to see some large black wolf fighting with Remus. Within seconds, Remus has cowered down to the floor, realizing this wolf was more powerful than he. The wolf growls viciously at him, warning him not to make a sudden move or death would come swiftly. I blink in disbelief as Scar begins to lick my wounds. “Scar, darling. Are you alright?” I hear a voice, which I recognize as Alpha Richard, call from behind her.

Arlo whispered as he saw Harry standing in front of the mirror, seemingly lost in thought. Harry bowed his head, placing his hands on the washbasin. The water from the tap kept flowing, creating a pool that started to fill up the basin. Arlo kept his eyes fixed on Harry until suddenly, Harry's gaze met his own reflection in the mirror. Harry's face looked different from usual— almost unrecognizable. It seemed to transform into that of a wolf, resembling a werewolf. However, Arlo knew very well that Harry wasn't a werewolf. Filled with a mix of confusion and concern, Arlo continued to watch Harry in silence, trying to make sense of what he had just witnessed. He wondered if Harry had some kin

Rhys sighed deeply as he stared back, wondering why she had suddenly showed up and also wanted the test to hold. She kept her eyes on him for a long, silent moment. Her gaze moved over his white coat, the silver circlet on his brow, the line of his shoulders, his hands folded too tightly in front of him. It was the look of a woman weighing an old coin, searching for the mark that proved it was real. Rhys did not look away. It cost him. Then her eyes shifted. They dropped to the small boy seated at the edge of the lowest step. Remus shrank. His little fingers clutched the wolf-head arms of his seat, and he pressed himself back against the cushion as if hoping it might swallow him. His eyes we