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Taking a deep intake of breath, I then forced myself to calm down, taking a cool stance as I finally turned around, looking deep into those midnight skies as those simple words tumbled out my lips, “Why? Why are you doing all this to me?” “Because I want you. From the first moment I saw you, I knew I wanted you. Yet I never wanted to forcefully mark you. But I had to. Because from the moment you firstly stepped into our pack’s house, you were doomed. We are beasts, Julie. Werewolves. And for us, you are nothing but prey. I knew that if I didn’t claim you as mine as soon as possible, one of those beasts I live with would’ve eventually hunted and ravaged you.

She'd be here when he came for her, when he rescued her. Adam and Jackson ran blindly through the woods. They didn't care where they went as long as it was away from Gary and Paul and those things they'd become. They were so intent on getting away they didn't notice the wolves behind them, surrounding them. They didn't notice until it was too late and they stood face to face with six snarling black wolves. The two smaller grey wolves stopped dead in their tracks. They looked at each other. This was it, they were dead.

Mary Miller-Parks gripped the steering wheel of her 2000 Jetta driving like a bat out of hell she drove all night when she felt the shift happen. Her own wolf crying from her prison inside Mary’s mind. ‘She is free!’ Ayla had howled pacing the walled up spot in Marys mind. ‘I will not let you out.’ Mary growled back at her. ‘I can find her.’ Her wolf snapped back. “I will not do it. I swear I would not and you know that.” Mary said out load her grip on the wheel getting tighter. ‘Mary let me out’ “I WILL NOT LET YOU OUT” she screamed into the night. Mary pushed her down, quieting her. Ayla went quiet curling herself into a ball sleeping inside Mary’s mind. Mary knew as she got closer to that

WOLF HUNTING GONE WRONG Darby Miller and his team of skilled animal trackers were on the hunt for one of the rare mutant wolves. The only one recorded in history is being held in Wisconsin State Zoo. The rare wolf is the size of a horse and its speed and strength are like no other. There had been a call that another one was running lose and they were hired to find it. They had no intention to kill the wolf, only tranquilize and relocate it to the zoo. On the third day of searching, they came across the wolf. "The beast was unlike anything I'd ever seen! I swear, it was as if it had three bears within one body!" One of Darby's team members had stated. The wolf unleashed his anger onto the tea

But before one word left her lips, a member shouted. "Are you still against the werewolves, Collin?" That was Milla. Despite her seemingly weak appearance, she was very firm, like a leader. Her aura was suddenly strong and domineering, especially when she urged Collin to put his selfishness aside. "Yes, why?" asked Collin honestly. "That's your business, so don't involve us," Mila said annoyed. “We are humans. We have no business with werewolves. We are not going to help them every time they need it. They love to fight each other, wreak havoc, and destroy us.”

But Xander was practically rolling on the ground with laughter. "Oh! I'm sorry, Luna!" one of the wolves said. "We're not used to seeing you in your wolf form." "Also, it's a pack rule not to jump over the Compound wall," another wolf added. "We're supposed to go to the gate to be admitted." "It's okay, guys," Elias said, trotting up. "She's with us. We were racing back from hunting, and she didn't know." "No problem!" the third wolf replied. "Guys, back to your posts!"

“Rafael… Rafael’s army has arrived.” Killian’s forces tried to regroup, but before they could, another wave of wolves appeared. This time, they came from the south. Leading them was a massive red wolf, its fur blazing like fire under the bright sun. The wolf stood on a rocky outcrop, her stance commanding as she let out a powerful howl. The sound echoed across the battlefield, sharp and clear, like a command. Half of Killian's army froze at that, their movements stopping as if held by invisible chains. She howled again, louder this time, and something incredible happened—the warriors turned toward her. Slowly, they bowed, then, without hesitation, rushed to join her side.

She wasn't under any illusions that the others would be so easy to dispatch. The remaining wolves were in animal form, snarling in a circle, protecting a single tent. Mila was sure that the girl and the wolf pup were within the tent, that the lone female alive was likely the girl's mother. A male sprang at the circling vampires, howling in agony as talons pierced its side, a second before fangs sank deep within its neck. Vampiric toxin was deadly to wolves. The male died instantly. "Leave them alone!" she screamed, running towards the tent, and launching herself in the air before she reached the vampires. She sailed over their line, landing in front of the two remaining adult wolves, spinnin

"Are the stories true?" Alric and Anya exchanged meaningful looks, the kind of silent communication that spoke to decades of partnership. "More true than we initially believed possible," Alric said carefully. "Finn, what do you know about Golden Wolves?" "Legends mostly," I admitted. "Wolves with golden fur who supposedly appear once every few centuries, destined to bridge different communities. Most modern wolves consider them mythical." "They're not mythical," Anya said quietly. "And you're about to meet one."

Her eyes held anxiousness, worries, fear, and her expressions let me conclude that she had never something like Miracle. The lady must have been a werewolf or something supernatural for she disappeared in an instant after that unwanted encounter. Unlike Emma's wolf Emmy, Miracle is a brown wolf with a brown, thick, bushy tail, and long ears with light chocolate inner skin. Miracle is a huge wolf. Emma didn’t believe it after she saw Miracle for the first time.