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she shrieked, trying to push herself up on trembling arms. The windows exploded inward. Glass showered the room as three massive wolves burst through, their bodies rippling with raw power. Miranda threw her arms over her face, feeling the rush of wind and fur and something ancient that made her own wolf whimper in submission. Daniel scrambled backward, his face drained of all color. The chanting outside stopped abruptly. The three wolves were enormous, each one easily twice the size of normal pack wolves. One had fur black as midnight, another russet brown that gleamed like polished copper, and the third was silver-grey like winter storm clouds.

"If you're scared, we can have a plainclothes officer from the force pretend to be you—" "No," I'd rejected the idea immediately. Every werewolf had a distinctive scent. While it could be masked with special sprays, Woody wasn't an ordinary wolf. I couldn't afford the risk—not for my sake, and certainly not for Millie's. Just as I was lost in my thoughts, the doorbell rang, followed by my phone buzzing. "Megan Locke, you'd better open this damn door right this second!" Millie's furious voice blared through the speaker. Minutes later, I was sitting on my couch with Millie to my left and Aiden to my right.

"And then the debt collectors will come for both of us and seize pack lands, and every wolf in Crescent Moon Pack will lose their homes because you were too selfish to accept your fate. Can you live with that?" The trap closes around me so perfectly I almost admire the cruelty. He knows I cannot let the pack suffer for his mistakes, recognizes I have spent three years protecting these wolves from his incompetence, and admits I will choose their safety over my freedom. "You are a monster," I say. "I'm a realist." He responds by straightening his jacket like we just finished a pleasant conversation. "You were never going to give me an heir anyway, too defective for that. At least this way you

“Different shifters have different life-spans. As for wolves, we can survive for centuries, some even living up to a millennium. It all depends on the power that the wolf possesses.” I struggled to comprehend the enormity of her words. A wolf, living for centuries? Even a millennium? It was a concept that seemed to defy the natural order of things, a notion so fantastical it bordered on the surreal. "But why have I never heard of such a thing?" I asked, my mind racing to grasp the implications of what Kashmira was telling me. "Surely, if wolves could live for centuries, it would be common knowledge."

Noticed my size. Mother swore up and down that we didn't come from an Alpha line. That we were common folk who had moved from Ireland because our father became depressed about the climate. Mine and Isaac's wolves said a whole other story. We were massive, even for the larger ones of the pack. Our sizes rivaled any Alpha's

He was about to jump to eat me when I close my eyes and wait for my death sentence. A second ago when I don’t feel anything and I slowly open my eyes. I was just surprised that there was another wolf but he looked different than him. He fights with his fellow wolf. He has white fur all over his body, a little bigger than a black wolf, he has blue eyes but he also has sharp nails and fangs. The black wolf hit the white wolf with his talons that’s why the white wolf moves backward.

In the back of my mind, I am hoping the software is wrong and we get nothing out of searching the area. I follow 2010 into the forest and he looks at the trees and forest floor, “Nothing seems disturbed here; we go deeper.” I nod and our feet crunch the pine needles and dirt below. The walk is silent until suddenly 2010 breaks the silence, “There are free wolves?” he asks. I sigh, nodding, “Yes, we are bred from captured wolves. Either bred in-house or made from their DNA.” He stops for a moment but then continues to walk, “How do you know all of this?” he asks.

- I don't know why I felt in my heart that my mother wanted to say more than she did. This wasn't the first time in my life, but since my father died this has gotten worse. - Mom? You didn't even seem too shocked by the location of the guy's house! - It's just that you finally have your breakfast Beck! We're leaving in thirty minutes to fix our hair for tonight. My mother didn't like to answer questions. I was used to it enough by then, so I didn't question anything anymore. I didn't question my father's obsession with wolf artifacts and legends, I didn't question why she wore a protective necklace against something that only existed in my books.

Then like a damn metaphoric light bulb on top of my head, it clicked. “They are acting like a pack. They’re not doing anything that could bring awareness or retaliation to where they came from, and not giving any details on where the rest of them are or how many wolves they have. But I thought a rogue pack was a myth.” “Not a myth. There was one that came together on the east coast as I told you when you were younger. They haven’t been heard from in decades, but who’s to say that someone didn’t try again here? Either way we need to be able to look at this from all angles. Don’t take anything for granted and don’t assume anything. I want everyone to remain vigilant and keep your eyes out for