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He was about to jump to eat me when I close my eyes and wait for my death sentence. A second ago when I don’t feel anything and I slowly open my eyes. I was just surprised that there was another wolf but he looked different than him. He fights with his fellow wolf. He has white fur all over his body, a little bigger than a black wolf, he has blue eyes but he also has sharp nails and fangs. The black wolf hit the white wolf with his talons that’s why the white wolf moves backward.

The words are readable even though the author has written this in a hurry. What does he mean? I flipped the next page and read the last line, "The girl will die if she gives birth to his child. And if she dies he will hunt the whole city." Who is the girl and who is he. It's CONFUSING!! I wanted to throw the book in the dustbin but something inside me pushed to read further. I relaxed in my seat and flipped the first page. But it seems not only the first page is missing, but there are also up to 30 pages are missing. The book totally has 60 pages, each has 12 to 15 lines.

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Alexander replied as he shot him a bored look that only fueled Malo anger further. "Why the hell am I so worked up? You want to know what kind of ruckus you brought to the whole mafia, huh? Well, news flash! The whole faction nearly started a riot from what you have done! Everything was going fine! From the White Wolf Clan meeting with the Queen of Wausau Faerie Clan, giving them the mystery riddles, Gwynn-the leader of the Wild Hunt and Luna May of the Werewolf faction successfully assassinating the officials in Wausau Municipal Airport the night before the confrontation with the White Clan to gain control over the airport. The diversion the ship was while the Wild Hunt was preparing their

The darkness within the cavern enveloped us, its oppressive weight matching the uncertainty that loomed in our hearts. We treaded cautiously, our paws making soft but deliberate steps along the rocky terrain. The faint glow of luminescent moss provided the only source of light, casting an eerie glow on our fur. As we delved deeper into the cavern, a figure emerged from the shadows, a werewolf with sleek black fur and piercing amber eyes. His presence seemed unexpected yet oddly comforting in this foreboding place.

He was right. Shadow Pack's territory sat deep within mist-covered mountains. Along its cliffs grew a rare herb that only bloomed under a full moon. Its glowing blue roots had powerful healing and calming effects for wolves -an herb nearly impossible to find outside our lands. Inside me, my wolf, Liliane, stirred. "You're no longer the Omega who used to flinch at an Alpha's growl. Go back. If anyone who once hurt you tries again—I'll tear them apart." She was right. I wasn't that weak Omega anymore. I didn't even know how to define my current rank. My Liliane was a Whit Wolf-a rare wolf beyond the pack's rarchy.

Hardliner wolves, moving through our home, hunting for me. "Get behind me," I told Dr. Reyna, pulling power from the earth. Golden light erupted around us just as three wolves rounded the corner. They saw me and charged. I threw my hand out, and pure energy blasted from my palm. The wolves flew backward, slamming into the wall. "Holy shit," Dr. Reyna whispered. More wolves came. I kept fighting, each blast of power taking them down. But I could feel my strength waning. Twenty-two minutes. That's all I had.

TRINITY The books Alpha Nader had given me were thicker than I expected, their cracked spines and yellowed pages holding the weight of centuries-old knowledge. Sitting cross-legged on my bed, I carefully turned the pages of the first book, The Myths of the Lunar Wolves, my fingers brushing over the faded ink. The white wolf. Its image was sketched across one of the pages—a regal creature with fur like snow and eyes that burned like molten amber. The description beneath it told of its rarity, its power, and its connection to the moon goddess herself.

She earned the crown. Now she must prove she deserves it. Only one week has passed since Traci was crowned Queen and revealed to the world as the Last White Wolf. The kingdoms finally have hope, old alliances are beginning to heal, and peace seems closer than ever. It is only an illusion. While the kingdom celebrates its new queen, Maddox and Ralph have vanished into the shadows, quietly rebuilding their forces and preparing a far more dangerous plan. They have learned a painful lesson, attacking Traci head-on is impossible. This time, they will strike at the people she loves, forcing her to make impossible choices that no ruler should ever face. As Traci struggles to balance the weight

Alpha Oney of the White Fangs pack – Point of View The borders of the White Fang are not just lines on a map, they are the bleeding veins of my territory, and I don’t tolerate anything daring enough to threaten them. For days, I’d been receiving reports of a lone wolf lurking in the neutral zone far too close to our border. My scouts insisted she was cautious, never stepping a paw across the line, but her unseen, unwelcome presence was a thorn that refused to be pulled.