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CHAPTER 32 LINK WARNING! EXTREMELY SPECIFIC AND DEFINED AS HELL !!!! SEXUAL !!!! CONTENT !!! HANDLE YOUR OWN EMOTIONS AND REACTIONS. THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS HEAVY (GORE, SEXUAL, SUICIDAL, DANGEROUS, EXPLICIT) SCENES AND WORDS NOT SUITABLE FOR PEOPLE BELOW 18 YEARS OLD. READ AT YOUR OWN RISKS! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! JUST BEWARE! Werewolves are sex-driven maniacs, every chance that they get, they would take it and have sex with their mates. Especially those who have an Alpha’s blood running through their veins.

The vampires would come again on the next full moon and any more war could mean the extinction of werewolves. They were only few left.Just two packs in a kingdom once filled with more than fifty of them.Her pack-the Blood Moon only had her,her sick father and the two soldiers that survived the last war-Avery and Axel. The second pack-the Storm Moon had less than twenty two members left. Nina stared through her window and didn't even move when her father came in.Not until he moved a chair towards her did she snap out of her thoughts. "Dad." she smiled weakly "You're here"

Chapter 100 ... SWOOOSH! SWACK! The battlefield had become a slaughterhouse. The sounds of tearing flesh, breaking bones, and collapsing bodies echoed endlessly beneath the darkened sky. Blood soaked the frozen ground and the metallic scent spread through the air until breathing itself became difficult. Everywhere... There was death, the Umbreals were simply too numerous. If a wolf managed to kill one monster, ten more immediately took its place. If they defeated ten, a hundred came forward.

Not the tech weapons, but old-school killers, designed to poison wolf blood irreparably. Zeph's body jerked as the first bullet slammed into his shoulder, spinning him halfway. The second punched through his chest, blood blooming dark and instant. Third, fourth, fifth… relentless, a storm of silver tearing through flesh and bone. He crumpled to his knees, ropes snapping taut then slack as he fell forward, eyes wide in shock and pain. Thrilling horror surged through me like ice water in my veins… time fractured, stretching into an endless, agonizing crawl. The room dissolved into a nightmarish blur of stuttering muzzle flashes, sharp and white, and thick curls of acrid gunsmoke that burned my

"Fine by me if you want to end it in our other forms." In an instant the man was a wolf. Her bones shifted and the pain from the broken ribs was excruciating. Once she was a wolf Clara stood on all fours. The other wolf blocked her exit. He started snarling at her, lunging forward. She moved out of the way each time, but he was forcing her backwards. Realizing she would have to go through him, Clara hurled herself forward. She caught him off-guard, but not enough to knock him down. She felt his teeth sink into her back and she let out a yelp. He clamped down hard and shook his head back and forth grinding his teeth in the process.

My body feels heavy, but my mind… my mind is awake now. Alive, loud and vivid. Images slice through me in rapid flashes—the bar, Zeke’s infuriating smile, my rage boiling over, leaving the bar. Then the scent in the air. Sweet, sickly, wrong. The shadow following me. My legs pumping, not as legs but as something more. Paws. My bones snapping and reforming, my skin tearing apart to make way for fur. A wolf. My wolf. The memories don't stop there. They keep going to the halloween night—the cage. The black wolf beneath silver bars. Ezekiel’s eyes staring into mine.

Chapter 40 Halle Wilder ~•~ “Why do you want me dead? Is it because I don’t have a wolf?” I asked, my throat tightening and eyes burning with unshed tears. He didn’t hesitate before he responded. “I guess you’ll never know.” He reached into his jacket and pulled out a gun. My eyes grew wide in shock. So he really wanted to kill me. I didn’t even know if I should beg for my life or not. From the look in his eyes, I knew that his mind was already made up.

The city dims, like a candle turned low, and the ground ignites beneath my feet—not with light, but with meaning. Blood blooms across the stones. Layered. Counted. Cataloged. Human blood is the first thing I register—thin, pale, almost translucent. Fear-heavy. The kind spilled by people who never saw the blow coming. There isn’t much of it here, only residue tracked in by boots and panic. Bystanders. Collateral. Then the wolves. Their blood burns hotter, thicker, streaked through with silvered heat. Three distinct signatures. No—four. One was injured but escaped. Alpha-trained fighters. Not scavengers. Not young.

NB: Kindly note that this chapter comes before Rebel. This should be Chapter 59. Please accept my apology. Brody's eyes fluttered open, his mind foggy and disoriented. He was met with an unfamiliar ceiling, and his body felt heavy, as if weighed down by an invisible force. His senses were heightened, and every sound, every smell, was amplified. He tried to sit up, but a wave of dizziness washed over him, forcing him back onto the cold, damp floor. His wolf, once a silent companion, now spoke to him in a voice that echoed in his mind.

***TRIGGER WARNING: Up until now, this story has been fairly tame. From this point forward, Wolfblood takes a dark turn. For those who read the first book of the series, Wolfbane, this book is much darker and deals with more serious, real-world issues. If you prefer light-hearted romances without violence, I advise you not to continue. If, however, you enjoy thrilling werewolf romance novels, please continue with Wolfblood! I promise it's worth the ride.***