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A surge of pride fills my heart realizing the hard work Cillian does for his pack. I’m guessing, there are approximately five hundred Blue Blood wolves in attendance tonight. Most of the adults are drinking, dancing, and filling up the tables with foods and drinks while the little ones run around with cheer and joy. In a rough estimate, there are also about five hundred werewolves between the rogues, red wolves, and visiting wolf packs.

They might fear the sickle of death, but they could not let anyone taint their clan’s honored Priestess without retaliation. The Blood Wolves clan’s population is only less than five hundred individuals, and half of them are the old that are long past their prime, and children that are still unable to defend themselves from adult soldier werewolves of the Royal Ark clan that has been polished to endure the cruelty of a battlefield.

This time I flew to Russia to check on how the clan of gray and white wolves is doing. Once upon a time, the latter were quite numerous and more developed than the former, but during a fire twenty years ago, almost half of the population died in a flock of whites, including the alpha and his family. It came as a big shock to everyone. No one really could tell anything about what happened, and how it happened. The official version spoke of an accident with fireworks during the holiday, which caused several houses to catch fire at once. The fire was not extinguished in time. The panic began.

He wrecked carnage like a messenger of death till only one of the guards remained, the guard dropped his weapons and knelt in surrender "Please, spare me. I know where they took her, I will take you there. Please don't…" He was still pleading when Iron bath the werewolf sank his fangs into his neck breaking it with a crack. He stood for a moment and raised his head, howling at the moon before leaping out of the window. He landed on the other side of the fence and ran in pursuit of the girls tracking her by her scent. 6. DADDY WILL BE ANGRY

***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.***

Another guy stood up, "I'm Ralph Bensen, a member of the beta hounds pack too. I like trekking. If you like to go trekking sometime, I'm pleased to help you." Lucian hit on Ralph's shoulder and made him sit in his place. "I'm Jacob Elrod, member of stealth Mane pack." "I'm Teo, a human." looked at the guys beside him and made a smile at me. "I'm Rudina Hart, alpha female of a howling jaws pack. Nice to meet you, Ms Hopper." Why are there so many werewolves in this class than humans? I saw the guy who helped me from the bus terminal to the school. The talkative guy? He's in this class too?

Thanks to Teresa again. So I was barely shivering in that cold plus we, the werewolf was less vulnerable to cold weather. Blackwood was ten times colder than Amber City and we had to burn firewood twenty-four hours in winter. Remembering the old days in Blackwood, I continued to walk on the side path of the road. I don't know but I had a kinda feeling that Karien would follow me again. I was irritated by him, that was a fact but also I was already missing his voice. What the hell, Debra? You are so unbelievable. You are so selfish.

******* I will upload Chapter 1 under Legacy of the wolf but it will be a seperate book, Legacy of the wolf: War of the Wolves******** The haunted sounds of a wolf's broken-hearted song lit up the darkness inside Dante’s mind, just like it had done every night since he left his mate asleep in their bed almost a year ago. Dante turned his head on a swivel in the obscurity, even though he knew he was still asleep. “Why do you do this to me every night, Theo! Do you enjoy torturing me?” Dante spat the words into the darkness and was only answered by the forlorn echo of a pathetic whimper as Theron’s vast body sulked into view. The normally large majestic beast now looked ragged and old, his hea

Just enough that instinct says something has moved. I step into the courtyard slowly. Guards stand where they always stand. Servants move between the kitchens and the lower halls. Residents speak in hushed clusters near the fountain. Everything appears normal, but my wolf is restless. Not aggressive, just alert. I scan the stones. Ten of them. Always ten. Always standing where Aria placed them after the Game ended. The markers of sacrifice. Memory anchors. Graves without bodies. Except, my brow furrows, something is off. I walk closer.

But then his body went limp again, his breathing shallow. Something inside me snapped. I couldn’t sit there watching him fade any longer. My instincts screamed at me to act. I bit into my wrist without hesitation, ignoring the sharp sting as my blood welled up. The dark red drops slid down my skin. My wolf howled in my mind, urging me forward, and I pressed my bleeding wrist against the cut already on his arm, forcing the blood to mix.