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He continued toward the bus, climbing the stairs, leaving Ellie to stare after him in surprise. Ellie climbed back on the bus, avoiding Jake's gaze and finding her seat in the last row. She pulled out her chips, opened the bag, and put her headphones back in. Her mood hadn't improved much so she found a new classic audiobook. Ah, yes, there it was, Dickens always had a dreary narrative to fit her mood, a perfect fit following her upsetting realization that she would quite literally never escape the world of wolves. She turned the book on and stared out the window:

She looked agitated and I enhanced my hearing ability. "Did you get home safely?" Came a male voice from the other side of the phone. She wanted to reply, but he kept talking. "Are you still there with that man? It's risky out there, you have to be careful. Don't let that man deceive you, evil people are everywhere, wolves in sheep clothing." Black grumbled angrily at that stupid statement. How dare he? How dare that incapable man compare me and my kind with mere sheep? If he was here, I would have detached his head from his body.

Kate hated the drama that came with her life and badly wished for it to come to an end. Rogues! Werewolves! What is this? Some sort of Vampire Diaries? She felt like she was in some sort of fantasy Island. Everything was just too much to bear. Just how many things did her Mother not tell her? How many secrets was Brian hiding from her? This was way too much for her poor heart to bear. Now there is a possibility that she might be a werewolf and she had to disguise and hide herself as the Alpha or whatever the tittle was called was going to pay a visit to the bar and since there was a chance that she was termed a Rogue, she had to disguise and hide herself.

"Excellent! Did you say a talking swan? So Shambala does have mystical creatures." "Yeah, we had a very meaningful conversation. Where were you?" Anbir repeated his question. "I was site seeing", Rudra smiled recalling his day with Toshani. "All by yourself?" "Kind of. It's a lovely city," Rudra replied almost to himself. Anbir shook his head and went back to his massage. He had swum for hours and his every muscle was aching, though the reward was worth it. ********** Bhairav walked into the citadel library. Casting back his black hood, he laid a huge dusty bundle of parchments on the desk and ran his hand over the leather cover murmuring in Sanskrit.

He knew what my stories meant— something bad was about to happen. I leaned back, my voice calm, almost amused. "Once upon a time, there was a sheep. A loyal, obedient sheep who spent his entire life serving his family, doing everything they expected of him. No matter how much they pushed him, no matter how many times they dismissed him, he endured. Because that’s what sheep do, right? They follow. They obey." Liam swallowed but said nothing.

Then, a rasping voice, laced with a hint of madness, emerged from the darkness beneath the hood. "I… I was a scholar," it croaked, "driven by a thirst for knowledge forbidden. Now, I am… trapped, consumed by the whispers." A wave of empathy washed over Maya, the tracker known for her keen senses and compassionate nature. "We can help you," she offered cautiously, "but you have to let go of the book." The figure clutched the book tighter, its knuckles turning white. "The power… it promises freedom," it rasped, the whispers intertwining with its words. "Freedom from pain, from fear… from everything."

Gold hair draped his shoulders, hanging free today. He assessed the book in his hands. Still not seeing any of the words. His blue tunic felt itchy and uncomfortable where it rested over the waist of black breeches. Everything feels scratchy. Because I don’t want to have this conversation. He was aware. “Hmm?” She beamed. “You said you’ve been well a while now.” Her smile faded. She knows what I’m going to say. “You’re no longer fighting the dark magic. No longer Cimmerii. You’re free.”

I hated how steadying it felt. I stepped back before I could think too hard about that. "Just — explain. You said you'd seen this before. What did you mean?" "There's a novel," he said. "About a wolf warrior who enrolls at an academy and starts shifting into a black wolf instead of the rare white wolf she was born with. No one can explain it. Not at first." My pulse spiked. "Who wrote it?" "Sophie Miller, I think." The name hit me like a blow to the chest. The world tilted, sound rushing out of my ears until all I could hear was my own heartbeat, deafening.

“So then help me. Please. Tell me what you think I should do to make sure this turns out like I need it to.” He sounded sick when he spoke, his voice rusty and unwell, his worlds tilting and slurring like somebody so far drunk that they weren’t connected to earth anymore. “From the way he reacted, I’d say it will work out exactly like you want it to. You just need to be the lamb to his wolf, that’s all. It should be easy.” Her laughter hurt. It cut her throat and fingers like blades. “A lamb in wolf’s clothing. A hunter in sheepskin.”

Chapter 7: The Crown of Ashes The echoes of the collective howl lingered in the air long after the last wolf silenced its cry. For Audrey, the world felt strangely quiet, as if the heavy veil she had lived under for twenty-one years had finally been lifted. The golden light that had radiated from her skin receded, leaving behind a humming warmth that settled deep in her marrow. It was no longer a frantic fire; it was a steady, rhythmic pulse that felt like the very heart of the earth.