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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 “ The storm had only begun.

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.

While Rain was left thinking about how her pack would blame her later for not being able to stop the fire wolf. Rain was well aware that Viking werewolves, even humans carried out raids to rob monasteries of their treasure and to capture individuals as slaves. They frequently sold the things they stole so they might get the things they desired. Yeah, monasteries, and rich people, that's what she knows usually Viking wolves are raiding, but her pack robbing another lowly pack? She wasn't aware of that fact.

“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.

I exclaimed. “What, you never witnessed that back at Grey Wolf?” He looked at me, smiling. “I did, but I never did it myself,” I replied. “And to be honest, never thought I’d witness it again.” “It goes great with my favorite Russian phrase.” Blake had a glint in his eyes. He turned to the other poor bastard, who was convulsing uncontrollably in fear. As Blake’s warriors struggled to hold him down, a puddle formed on the floor from him pissing himself. Blake just as swiftly sliced his dick off and yelled, “Hui tebé v rot!” as he did the same thing again, shoving it into his companion’s mouth.

Kit laughed, shaking his head at Joon. "I didn't mean to," He chuckled. "I don't understand why that pup follows you sometimes." Kit laughed. Smiling, Joon replied, "What can I say? It's all training to him!" All the wolves laughed. "What's the message?" Rex asked the Alpha. "Pandora was the one responsible for taking Vuk Majka's goddess like power, along with her Soul's Light. Pandora locked them in a mystic cage, called the Tome of Sadness until she found another worthy to take on the mantle of Vuk." Joon paused, not knowing how to say what is coming next.

The handsome, blonde man took a puff and handed it back to her as he blew out smoke from the side of his mouth. His ridiculous warning made her roll her eyes as she took another drag. They were both immortal creatures, and the only thing that would ever kill her was a hefty dose of bloody violence. “You first, you old bastard.” A throaty cackle echoed through the street below as she glanced back over and laughed at him while she took in the spectacle of a thousand-year-old Viking in a well-tailored tuxedo. “You clean up well, Haldir. You should wear a tux more often. Even I’m a little weak in the knees, and I can’t stand your ugly face.”

"That was fun..." "Yeah...Do you care for some wine?" I asked and he nodded wordlessly.There was this weird silence between us as we sipped our wine, our eyes glued on the television screen.We were watching the last episode of Game of Thrones . "I prefer Vikings to Game of Thrones..." He commented. "Me too..." "So who is your favourite actor in Vikings?" "Ragnar Lothbrok and you?" "Ivar the boneless...." "Don't tell me you pity him because he is a cripple?"