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I didn't have the time to answer Zena’s question when I pushed her out of the way as a new set of rogues all in their large wolf forms pushed down the walls, charging towards the mansion. Jason now turns into his powerful black wolf form, his bones realigning gruesomely, his board skull tapering to a narrow muzzle, his razor sharp fangs glistening. Auden joins him, Zena doesn’t stay back. More pack guards join, charging towards these intruders.

Not when I had no idea who these people really were and considering am pretending to have a memory loss, acting clueless was the best way out. The golden one, Jason, was the first to answer my question. His expression did not change much, like he had already decided what version of reality I was allowed to hear. “Yes we are werewolves just like you.” Just like me. Does that mean they are omega as well or…? My stomach twisted slightly at that. I kept my face as still as I could, even though my thoughts were running in circles. Werewolves. That word felt too heavy to just drop into a conversation like it was normal.

"Melisam! Please wake up!" Zloe struggled to protect Melisam from the Black-wolf pack attempting to attack Melisam's body. They're targeting Melisam, which is evident from the many times Zloe has fallen to make an opportunity for them to kidnap Melisam tonight. Zloe used all his strength to defeat every werewolf that attacked him tonight. He is wounded. His arms are scratched and punctured, and so is his stomach. Although Zloe had become a full-fledged werewolf, the black wolf pack could not match his strength.

"I don't think you would be able to do that. I doubt she is from your pack, and honestly, I don't think this is something that can be solved." "Try me and see. I know everyone in the pack, and I may know her." Jason was sceptical about giving out the name of his mate, given her status in the human world. But this man wasn't exactly a human; he was a werewolf, and a respectable one, so he had no problem telling him. "You mean Suzy? The actress Suzy." And Jason was nodding his head. "Now I see, I see." The man eyed Jason in pity, but Jason felt a ray of hope spark within him.

At least, part of it did, the other part was ready with teeth bared and claws outstretched, prepared to defend herself as she had always had to because nobody else was going to do it for her. Layon opened his mouth as if to speak, running his fingers languidly through his glossy black hair. Yet the burly, caveman-looking werewolf beside him beat him to it. "Well, well, if it isn't the traitor's daughter," Jason growled menacingly, though there was an edge of amusement to his tone that made

I had no idea what to look for when it came to spotting a werewolf. With the exception of his overly muscular body, Jason Masters looked just as normal as any other man I might meet. Unlike the vampires, his skin was rich and swarthy. His carnivore diet clearly aided in maintaining his strong, chiseled physique and swarthy complexion. His arms were thick with rich black curls. I could see tufts of similar curls struggling to free themselves from the open collar of his wrinkle free, pale gray polo shirt. The muscles of his arms and thighs strained against the fabric of his shirt and pants in a way that made me assume moving would be clumsy, but I was wrong. When he strode across the roo

"But what the hell is he doing? Doesn't he know who his enemies are?" "That's probably because they are drugged, Jason, let's get him subdued.” It wasn't easy getting the unconscious Isabelle down the mountain but they did. The two struggled past fighting men, killing Rufus' men as they fought to get to Jason's brother. When they were close, the werewolf was about to crush the head of another of Xavier’s men but then Jason shapeshifted, and pushed him hard in the chest, causing him to stagger backward, then he grabbed the wolf and threw him aside, leaving himself open as the target. Faelan hesitated for about a minute before he started to stalk Jason.

We didn't expect Uncle David to hide such an important thing. "I'll explain this later.” Uncle David said nonchalantly. Dad and Uncle David walked over to the sofa. Uncle David sat down and continued talking. "The current Alpha King is very kind and judicious, he will not abandon any werewolves." I was still stuck in the same place while Uncle David was talking. Mom quickly pulled me to the sofa and forced me to sit down. "Alpha King is a respectable man." Uncle David added. "If Lona can prove she's a werewolf with diligence and be willing to contribute to the pack, he'll accept Lona."

He orders one of the men "If my daughter is not going to be the Luna, then I will not sign it." Father pushed it away from his face, now his beta Jason was mad, charging at Father shifting into his wolf, they battle, with their paws hitting each other, Dad was the pack zeta before he became the alpha, so his beta fighting skills are nothing compared to that of father, dad elongated claws went right on the shoulder of Jason. Damien saw that my father had thrown Jason on the floor and his claws were about to go to his stomach, Damien threw himself on my father, and his fangs went right through my father's shoulder.

It was also that werewolves had the power to curse or bless if they had a pure soul, and the luna of that pack was also a pure soul. “I don’t want to die, dad. Dad, pull me harder.” He heard Moana’s voice, who was crying and sobbing when Ambrose and a couple of people were pulling her out of the bog with the help of the branch of the tree. “Son!! Can you…” “Help yourself, Old man!!” Theodore said before asking Moana, “Where is my mate?”