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The car journey wasn't as awkward after that, the Second in Command had introduced himself as Sam with Torey telling me that the other four wolves were pack warriors who were following close behind in two cars. Luara began to shuffle in her car seat, she was getting restless from being bored. I leaned down, grabbing her coloring book from her bag, passing it to her along with some coloring pencils. She started to draw two wolves on the blank piece of paper while forcing Elijah to hold her pencils. Elijah watched on as she began coloring them in, his eyes concentrating on every movement. "You got names for the two wolves you're drawing?" Luara nodded eagerly, pointing to her drawings. "This o

Recently. Wolf. Jaxon tensed immediately. “We’re not alone.” Riley nodded and stepped inside. On the far side of the train car, tucked beneath the metal bench, was a rolled-up canvas. Riley pulled it out. It was a painting. Rough. Charcoal and oil. It showed a wolf standing in a firelight. Alone. With a mark carved across its chest. Jaxon crouched next to her. “That’s your mark.” She flipped it over. On the back was a single phrase:

I knew we were heading in the right direction because I could feel a pull towards it. The forest on this side of the barrier was thriving compared to the ones we went through on the other side but there was still no wildlife, not even a single bird. Something just really seemed off to me about this. As the terrain got harder with the mountain slopes Hunter suggested we shift into our wolf form for better traction. My wolf was happy to be free once again and she kept up to Hunter only slipping a few times on the loose rock. Finally, we were able to see where the light was coming from. A medium sized castle made from grey stone was built into the side of a mountain. On top of the castle was a

Lola's POV I opened my eyes and I was back in that garden again. With the rate at which I showed up in this garden, I might as well stay there permanently. I looked around expecting to see the bright light and hear the Moon goddess' voice but what I saw left me in awe. Walking majestically towards me was a magnificent silver wolf with blue and golden eyes. The wolf looked familiar and had a striking resemblance to Jasmine, but I was so sure Jasmine was a white wolf so I cancelled it out.

Despite her shaking hands, she declared, "Alright Eliana, let's do this." With a pep in their step, they made their way to where they would be staying—a castle hidden from the human eye, visible only to White wolves with magical abilities. Each step was filled with anticipation. They didn't know what would happen next. **Awoooo** The sound of wolves howling filled the air as they approached the castle. Once they reached the gates, they stopped to observe. "That gate is gorgeous," Isabella whispered. "Welcome to White Wolf Castle. Let's get inside, and I will lead you to your room," Eliana said, turning to open the gate.

The hellhound–a male, I believe, based on the flicker of voices in my head–lays his head down and closes his eyes at the very moment Aviva’s wolf bursts into the clearing and freezes. We watch the hellhound drift into death, and the breeze carries its ashes away. Ryan huffs beside me. “No, I need to see how it died.” “It didn’t happen here,” I tell him, but then my powers surge to an unholy degree. I nearly scream, choking on the pain from the pressure of my powers leaving my body through my fingertips, the mist building something right before our eyes–a castle. A castle that rivals the size of the one in Moonrise.

"But where is this academy?" "I've found one that's not too far from here." "It's called the Silvermoon Academy, and it's highly respected in the werewolf community," she said, handing me a brochure. I flipped through the pages, my eyes widening in amazement. The academy looked like a castle straight out of a fairy tale, with sprawling gardens and impressive architecture. "When do I start?" I asked eagerly. "In two weeks' time." "We'll need to make the necessary arrangements, and you'll need to pack your things," my mother said, smiling at me.

She was the last Caspian Tiger shifter left on the planet. Sachiko was a three-month-old cub when her family was slaughtered. She had been chasing after a butterfly of all things when the attack happened. Once she returned to find the family burning, Sachiko ran off and hid in the underbrush until the humans left. The young cub stumbled through the hills until she found a nomadic caravan and shifted into her human form. Were-tigers can shift from birth and have an advanced maturity over human children. When the little toddler stumbled into the encampment she was lucky to find a widow who claimed her.

An howl echoed through the roof of the castle , Khloe drools as she pushed her fingers upon the hard firm floor of the cage , it was the full moon and this was when all wolves nerves are heightened ,ever single nerves from strength to pain , Khloe let out a deep howl again into the moon as she is forced by nature to transition. Above the dungeon , Claire lips mummered a matra of spell . It was to protect their bodies while their soul slipped out away from their spirit and body and float in the astral plane ,it was Melvin first time practising the voodoo so he looked more anxious as the sound of Khloe howls ring in his ears like a bad music . "Concentrate Mel,shut the howls out of your mind

On her way out she dropped Viola's information on the Secretary's desk to file it. Viola Dumonte stood outside of Avalon Academy with her jaw hanging out in awe. The Castle itself was magnificent, set upon huge rocks above a magnificent lake, better known as the Moon lake. The castle had been around for centuries, and consequently had a long history of ancient magic surrounding it even though it was a werewolf academy. It had grey walls and it size was enough to make anyone shudder. It made her feel small, but the sound of people in the Academy comforted her a little.