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Her compassion and sense of justice resonated with everyone, and the pack members respected and admired her. Orion, standing beside his sister, emanated an aura of serenity and strength. Though he didn't have a wolf, he had discovered his true calling in mastering the magical arts. His affinity for the elements had grown, and he had become an integral part of the pack's safety, protecting them from any potential threats. During the celebration, Arthur and I took the opportunity to reaffirm our love and commitment to each other in front of the entire pack. As I looked into his eyes, I knew that our love was destined to endure, just like the bond of the moonlit legacy our children carried.

― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "I am not your friend, Hunter. I do not think we could ever be friends considering the only reason I made acquaintances with you is so that I could use you." This was not what I had planned to say to him but since the words had come out, there was no point in taking them back. I hated to see the pain reflected in his dark eyes, how his smile faltered until it was gone without a trace.

Zane’s eyes flicker behind me, eyes locking on Harry as he states, “Don’t get in my way again.” Harry’s feet scrape against the floor as he stumbles when he gets let go. He spits out, “Don’t fuck with my sister!” I snap, “Harry!” Zane growls louder, and his eyes turn pitch black, and his wolf is ready to attack in response to the insult. I get slammed to the floor, and I look up, seeing Archer on top of me, and in front of him, there was a black wolf now standing in the place where Zane was.

It can be seen from the current state of Black Wolf Baker that when he learned that he was going to be engaged to the siren Aurora, Black Wolf Baker must have made a fierce resistance, so he forced the siren Aurora to swallow him temporarily calm potion. I expected Black Wolf Baker to save me, but looking at the current situation, he might not be able to protect himself.And I have to find a way to rescue him. "Hello!Yi.。silk.。。Lina!"A thick and stammering voice sounded behind me, and I turned my head and saw the face of an honest male siren. "Thank the Lord God, you are not dumb!"I rolled my eyes at Hagrid, "You don't really think I'm your fiancée, do you?""

And the moment my weight touched the seat, the throne spoke—not with sound, but with certainty: WELC— It cut off. Because my mother’s voice screamed through my bond out of nowhere—impossible, distant, violent— “ARIA, GET OFF IT!” My head snapped up. Kieran’s coal eyes widened—surprised. The Hollow King went still. My copy’s smile faltered. Because the scream hadn’t come from above. It came from *inside one of the black water bowls*— and my mother’s face rose to the surface, staring straight at me from inside the liquid.

I turned back to Lilian with a dark gaze. The blade I'd given her had been laced with wolfsbane. Arthur wouldn't remain alive for much longer. Lilian's eyes were wild with bloodlust. After seeing the blood coming out of Arthur's chest, she burst out laughing. Pulling out the blade, she looked at me and said, "You're still as dumb and naive as ever, Sophia. It's obvious that once I kill Arthur, I'd kill you, too! "Once you're dead, I'll blame you for Arthur's death. That's the only way I can get the rest of the pack to willingly accept me as the new leader!"

I ask, even though I already know the answer. There’s a pause. “We assumed Richard Blackwood.” Of course. Of fucking course. I hang up and slam my phone onto the table. Hard enough that it cracks. Richard. Always Richard. The golden boy. The traitor. The man who took everything from us and still had the nerve to breathe. A hunter and a werewolf. Helena and Richard. A child born from that mess. Disgust crawls up my spine. I start pulling files. Old pack records. Birth certificates that were altered. Dates that don’t line up. Every trail bends back to Arachne. Every single one.

Formerly, when her wolf would randomly go into heat, silver would hold her down… but now… it is mere child's play to her Harry, my dear weak husband, poses the only real obstacle to my plans. His stubborn insistence on protecting Alora could ruin everything. Fortunately, the poison I've been feeding him under the guise of medicine has done its work well. His wolf is so suppressed that he can barely stand, let alone challenge my authority. This brings pleasure to me

Aunt Artemisia already has her index finger lifted towards them while she is still turned to the guards. If her calming down the Alpha was impressive, this is totally insane. Beta Finnegan Blackwood must be the strongest wolf currently living on earth due to his supernatural powers, which he had enhanced by a black magic ritual. And still, as his mate tells him to stay back he listens, slowing down his pace to wait patiently behind her. “I talked to Judge Attwood about this! I’m not giving you my daughter like this. I have a deal with him.” My heart breaks as I hear the slight shaking in her voice, and I think of how much in pain she must be but still would give her everything to keep them f

​"You think you’re the viper in this room? You’re a garden snake, Julian. I’ve spent forty years crushing men who were ten times the man you’ll ever be. Now, get out of my house before I decide that the insurance money isn't worth the headache of keeping you alive." ​Julian stared at him, his mouth hanging open. The arrogance had been drained from him, replaced by a cold, shivering fear. He looked at Arthur—really looked at him—and saw the monster that had been hiding beneath the suit. He realized that Arthur Blackwood wasn't just grieving; he was hunting. And he was far more dangerous than Julian had ever imagined. ​"This isn't over, Arthur," Julian stammered, trying to regain some shred of