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Thronebearer’s head tilted, the gesture slow and deliberate, like a predator deciding whether to pounce. “They will react,” Thronebearer said, his voice cold enough to freeze a fire. “People are sheep. They only care about stability. We give them chaos, then offer them order. It’s simple math young friend.” “Yeah,” the middle-aged guy added, his smirk practically audible. “And if the sheep get uppity, well, that’s what wolves are for.” The youngster didn’t reply. He nodded and sank back in his chair, but his hands were shaking. Not that anyone cared. In this room, weakness was just another excuse for someone else to take your place.

Something listening back. “You weren’t naming something,” Azriel said to the boy. “You were summoning it.” The boy nodded once. “And it heard me.” The wind shifted. Trees bent—not as if pushed, but like they bowed. Above them, the stars stirred. Not twinkling. Not falling. Turning. Velan staggered back a step. “It’s everywhere. In the soil. In the stones. Even the roots. The world’s… listening.” Finally, the Prophets moved. Their robes rustled like dry leaves on ancient ground. The eldest among them stepped forward, her voice thin as winter. “You broke the final seal,” she said to Azriel. “That word was meant to stay lost.”

“By strange men. Men who kept asking for the she wolf. I think… I know they were looking for me.” That got their attention. “I think I’m the she wolf,” I continued. “I feel connected to this prophecy, this book. It hums with energy when I touch it. It sounds insane, I know but everything inside me says it’s true.” I looked at each of them. My voice was shaking now, my heart racing. “Please tell me you believe me.” “I believe you,” Aiden said first, his voice calm. His loyalty warmed me, even now. Isaac hesitated, then nodded. “It’s crazy. But I’m with you.”

“Very regal. Very I am the Alpha, wipe your feet or die.” “Too busy,” I say, taking it from him. “And cream? With the mud you track in? It would be gray within a week.” “I don’t track mud,” he protests. “I glide across surfaces with the grace of a gazelle.” He reaches into the pile and pulls out a sample I haven’t seen. It’s a long, shaggy piece of sheepskin, dyed a shocking, vibrant orange. He stares at it. “What is that?” I ask, horrified.

I whisper. This time, the tears don’t feel like weakness. They feel like healing. Like something finally beginning. ************************ Unspoken Desires - Book 3…. Coming Soon

Perhaps, it's time to uncloak myself and get her busy, especially now that she will soon resign her job, all thanks to the Silverclaw boy. While I stood in the cloak and watched them dancing, I saw the genuinity of love and friendship. I don't really understand why creatures: lambs and beast alike hate this kind of love. Does it matter if it isn't two opposite sex? Does it matter if it is the same sex? Can't we just allow ourselves to know what we want and have the courage to go for it without fear of what the world would do? And to think Anya will still face some backclash for this in her pack, mon dieu! Poor child, everywhere she turns, hate and war. I really pray the lamb's love is stro

His words were dreary and the book was long, I was only 11 pages into it and already I wanted to tear my hair out. Essentially the thing was a diary, explicitly talking about his change as a wolf, and his rule, there were at least a dozen of the exact same book, written over different years of his reign. As much as this book was sucking the life out of me, I had to read it, I had to know if there was a way to return the wolf gift, if a human was capable of being turned into a wolf then it only stands to reason that the possibility of a wolf transforming back into a plain human is applicable. It's simply a case of reverse engineering. I just had to figure out exactly how the first wolf came t

I went there, turned on the recording application in my phone, and hid it in my pocket.Then I fixed my hair and got in the black car as if nothing had happened. In the car sat a she-wolf with sunglasses and a mask. The driver was also wearing the same. The she-wolf raised the collar of her coat and said in a hoarse voice, "Did you get it?" I nodded and patted the box complacently. "Yes, I got it." The she-wolf answered in a low voice, "I want to check it."

It’s very unique I have to say, but how could his hair be turned into a stuff animal? With these questions I heard him talk to which snapped me from my mind. “I saw you went somewhere after what I said about Love, I’ll explain after you read the book Fated to the Sapphire Alpha by Meg Elly Gerena, you need to understand better than Mishi did.” What he said got me curios and I asked him. “Is that a book I can buy online or is it in an app?”

“Are you sure you know how to play this game? From what I saw, she was neither a follower, or wooly.” He smiled at me in a slightly condescending way. “Have you ever heard of the phrase ‘a wolf in sheep’s clothing?” “Yeah” duh! “Well, she was a sheep in wolves’ clothing.” “Why?” I asked, still not getting this. “Who do you think she was?” he asked, placing his coffee back down on the table. “I don’t know,” I said shrugging, “I’m guessing she’s either the daughter or sister of an Alpha in one of the Southern districts?”