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“Forgive me, I still don’t understand.” Aurora lowered herself into the chair beside Harper. “I am a descendant of an extremely old and powerful line of witches. When I came of age, my mother passed on this unique gift to me. Mater Luporum—loosely translates to Mother of Wolves.” A streak of fear crept down my spine. “Whoever is in possession of this gift wields the power over every wolf soul within their general vicinity. Not quite a trance but rather a tie of unbreakable loyalty.”

"Nueva, are you OK? She whispered in a raspy concerned voice. Nueva groaned, too fatigued to form words. Eira's dazed orbs found the demon's lean shape as she stumbled onto her feet. On the softened nature floor next to her lay a majestic strawberry roan wolf. His coat was thick and shiny with a long bushy tail, ending in a golden tip. Eira was utterly mesmerised, her head tipped wonderingly, eyes sparkling. Then, the wolf finally opened his eyes. The soulless green that had seethed only moments ago had been replaced by warm molten gold.

The news just barely manages to capture her as she darts off into a tree line. The caption tells of rogue activity at the border and how the Queen has personally come to take care of it. The Queen’s wolf is silvery and sleek. But massive. It’s impressive how nimble she is given her size. She wonders if the Queen’s silver fur is what inspired Mina to enjoy the white wolf so much. Did she see her mom as being close to the white wolf? Iris mourns that she never got to see herself in her wolf form. She awoke early, but never had a chance to fully transform. And now that her wolf is gone, she’ll never know what she looked like.

' ' Because you're a beast who loves to play with weaklings,' my wolf sneered annoyingly. ' You should be respectful. She's your mate!' ' Mate?! I can't believe such a weakling is my mate,' my wolf cursed whining. ' So I should reject her?' ' No,' my wolf panicked. ' I didn't mean that. I actually like her because she's a silver white wolf with a pair of blue eyes.' I snapped out in eagerness and anxiously asked my wolf,' Can you see her wolf's form?' ' Yes, I can see but it's locked down in silver chains and shackles. It's not a simple lock,but magical spells.'

“What does it have to do with my wolf?” Alpha Lucas sighed and lifted up his hand to pat my head. “Iris, once I see your wolf, I will surely find out whether she’s a wolf from an Alpha blood or not.”

He saw her the night in the West, and she was not a Versipellis then. “If she has the mark, is the person who hid the relic, she's also the monarch's mate, and a full-fledged versipellis with the same white markings as Irene, what does that make her?" he asked. "Irene is the only wolf who has ever had silver markings on her fur. It is no coincidence that Ophelia has them too. However, the silver markings on Ophelia are much more than those on Irene. I can't believe I missed so many details for so long. The signs were there, the fucking writing on the wall, and I missed it. It's embarrassing.” Lucien sighed.

Commander Roland whispered from the perimeter, his voice thick with awe, "The young prince..." Morwen nodded slowly, her staff humming. "His inner wolf is actively awakening. Not a physical shift... an awakening of the soul." Aiden squeezed his silver eyes shut, drawing in a sharp breath. Then—for just a single, spectacular heartbeat—a tiny, ethereal silver wolf materialized out of the shimmering light, standing firmly on the grass beside him. The spirit beast was no taller than the boy’s knees, its thick fur gleaming like pure, unadulterated moonlight. Its bright, intelligent silver eyes matched Aiden’s exact shade perfectly.

sink in and take root in everyone's mind before she continued; "Their wolf." Another pause. Murmurs. Silence. The witch continued; "In return for this spell to be casted on whoever it is needed for, the person who goes to the witch will have to lose their wolf." "So you're saying if someone here really casted such a spell, they probably don't have their wolf anymore?" "Yes" I turned to my little audience and stood to my feet. As I did, slowly walking down the podium and to the leveled ground of the throne room where they were all standing. I stopped when I got to where Ilvira was huddled on the floor. She cowered under my gaze when she looked up at me. "So there is a big possibility that my

Not someone easily missed. Ronan followed my gaze. “That’s Sara Maychild.” I arched a brow. He smirked slightly. “Cousin to your new mate.” A witch in wolf territory. Odd. I looked back at Ronan. “A witch among wolves?” “She’s not all witch,” he said. “She manifested only werewolf traits.” I hummed, a thoughtful sound. Ronan’s grip remained steady. “I’m glad you’re talking to me,” he said after a beat. “Maybe now you’ll tell me why you seem so sick around me.”

"We weren't certain that you would." With a reserved gaze, Iris nodded. "I'm here to assist." A young wolf moved forward, holding his side and hobbling. His ribs were slashed deep, the blood black and slow. The sight made Iris's chest clench. She knelt next to him and said, "What happened?" "A patrol ambush," Lucian said somberly. "The wolves of Damon." They're holding on tighter. Iris put her palm over the cut without thinking. A warm, golden light radiated from her hand as the mark on her wrist sprang to life. As the light repaired his body, the wounded wolf let out a gasp as the agony subsided.