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his words sharp and edged with disbelief. Sarai’s heart raced as she dared to peek through the keyhole. Her breath caught in her throat, her sapphire eyes widening in horror. What she saw sent a chill down her spine—Hugo standing amidst the wreckage, his sea-green eyes locked on a monstrous figure she barely recognized. It was a wolf, but not just any wolf. This one had light brown fur with a black patch across its back, its amber eyes glowing with a cruel intensity. The creature stood beside another, darker figure—Malrik—his grin wide with satisfaction.

LYRA VALERIA. Alpha Viking came as my guardian angel and saved me from the pains and torments of this world. The day he gave me his hands to take, I had no idea how much of a change taking his hand that day would bring to me. After his men chased me down and accused me of stealing their food, Alpha Viking, the Alpha of a thriving and fearful pack known as the Viking pack stepped forward and saw through me. And saved me. Viking was an old man, with graying hair. He took me in and I don't know what he saw in me that day but he believed in me.

she says in a desperate, urgent tone. “That is someone Alpha Kai has been looking for for a long time.” He says, shaking his head and crossing his arms. “Watch what happens to BloodCrest traitors, Nova, and learn well. This is not simply a pack of brothers running the city’s underbelly - there’s a reason Alpha Kai is known as The Beast of New York.” Hey, that line makes me feel proud as hell to be a Volkov. I turn my attention to my brothers and see the murderous look on Kai’s face when he approaches Vanya.

I told him as I bit him until he died and turned into ash. Since the situation had calmed down, I rushed to check into Anastasia's tent myself. Hugo was fighting 5 middle-class vampires and 3 high-class vampires in his wolf form. His wolf, Erik, was a huge red wolf with brown eyes. Although Erik wasn't as big as Axel, it was capable of tearing 4 middle-class vampires apart easily.

Guerrero’s return would be nothing short of fire. But the question is; ….”would he ever come back”? ….”was he dead”?. ”Blood is thicker than water” or so they say. A true VIKINGS should be able to perceive his own blood even from it's silhouettes… This trait has been passed down From the Ancestral Wolves… Embedded in the leader of the VIKINGS and it's descendants Even the Breeze cackled at those who called the legitimate son of the Vikings a “BASTARD “

he backed off, and proceeded to slink down into his seat to fall asleep. “Today, we’re going to discuss the Saga of the Volsungs,” the professor started. “Is anybody willing to give the class a summary?” I raised my hand, but Professor Anderson picked someone else. “Basically, the mother of this guy turns into a wolf to torture the guy’s brothers-in-law. One survives. He and his son find some magical wolf pelts that turn them into wolves for ten days,” he said. “So, they go on a killing spree. Eventually, the man mortally wounds his son, but the kid was saved by a raven giving the man a leaf with healing properties.”

We ended up boarding a plane destined for Norway, and that is where we are now. I hate the growling Viking like asshole. But I don't think I need to worry about him. He seems very interested in the redhead girl, though. I wish I could slap him every time he looks at her. And the things he says are so vulgar. It makes you want to wash your ears out. He acts as if he has never seen a pretty girl before. Horny pig. Or I guess wolf, whatever that means. Ever since the vampire said they werewolves, images of science fiction characters have been filling my mind. The only thing I can confirm is, I believe they are werewolves. It would explain the Alpha term and the roar-like growl our buyer gave to

I whined, picking up a sweatshirt with fragility. "Well... because you didn't listen to the warnings and so you brought this upon yourself. Good luck and try to stay alive." Alpha Gray laughed, closing the door to my escape and the door of the big laundry room. Werewolves sweat and blood smell awful than humans because of the supernatural power they hold. But I will surely be dying over this foul smell. "Oh! Look. It's Clara the troublemaker." The beta entered the room, pushing a big trolley filled with another pile of dirty clothes.

“Too bad it was all for nothing!” “Shut up!” Thor bellowed, baring his teeth and taking a threatening step forward. But all his bravado was met with a sinister grin and a glare from the Arctic alpha. “Make me,” Victor gleamed, his eyes turning golden with the presence of his wolf. “Or are you perhaps afraid I’ll tell everyone that your cock is a small as your brain?” Not going to lie... that had my wolf grinning!

Drugs, guns, w*ores. Victor Erickson has a hand in all of it. He is the Alpha of a vicious and ruthless Pack, stationed in the Eastern plains. If there is a dead body floating in the River, Alpha Victor can be traced back to it within six degrees of separation. He is the Black Wolf, the grim reaper with red eyes, the beast with the face of a doll. He's what one would call a beautiful monster.