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she said when I'd finished my explanation. I quickly gave her the digits. "I'm Vivi, by the way, Vivi Fenrir." The woman's mouth dropped open a bit and I started to ask her what was wrong, but she quickly recovered and held out a hand and smiled. "I'm Sage Wilder, Vivi. Nice to meet you."

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Author: M.M. Ward Growing up, I was taught there were monsters in the hollowed-out places of the mountains, forests, and hills beyond the fences. But this year, the bitter winter lasted too long, and my heart heeded its sad song. The cruelty of my mother chilled my spirit worse than the winter wind, so I foolishly rebelled against the teachings of the clan. When spring came... When the wildflowers bloomed in the warmth of the new season, I had to see them, smell them, taste them, even if it was by Moonlight. So, I broke the first mantra. I went beyond the fences.

I need to take time. I remember the small room I entered last time. I slowly opened the door and turned on the lampshade. The books on the table were still scattered. I tried to look and read each one of them. These are all interesting books. Into the Wild by Jon Krakauer, The Prince by Niccolo Machiavelli, The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald, and a lot more. I tried to find something that might help me, but I found nothing.

Kaelyn stepped forward, placing his hand on my back. My wolf wanted to leap for joy until I noted Bianca and the driver standing silently behind us. “Nikolas, on what authority do you think you can walk into Westwood and go after one of my own?” The inquisitor, she now knew, was called Nikolas, eyed Kaelyn shrewdly. “As long as we are not impeding your business, what do you care what we do with the girl? The Wolf Queen has ordered all witches to be brought before her for judgment. She is clearly a half-breed, not to be trusted.”

In the Kingdom of Veridia, history was written by kings. Now, it is written by fangs. For a thousand years, the Great Prism held the balance between Man and Beast. But when the artifact shatters, the Primal Aether floods the world, unlocking the dormant, violent potential within human DNA. In a single night of blood and fur, civilization collapses. The weak become prey, and the strong become The Wild-Blooded—humans twisted into apex predators by the spirits of lions, gorillas, and dragons. Ren is a nobody—a lowly scribe with ink on his fingers and a fear of heights. When the Aether sickness hits, he falls from the Spire of Scribes to his death. But he doesn't stay dead. Awakening with t

He didn't have to say it. They had started this path as two broken people seeking a reason to exist, and they had found it in the friction of their partnership. ​"I won't let it win," Laura whispered. "Not like this." ​She opened her notebook to the final, blank page. She didn't look at the primordial. She looked at the threads of reality vibrating around them—the past, the future, the lost memories, and the dying worlds. ​She began to write. ​She didn't write about the Primordial. She didn't write about the architect. She wrote about the sound of rain on a window. She wrote about the smell of old books and the feeling of a camera in her hands.

“What did you do before driving? You have that look like you have been through some real stuff.” Wilder turned onto the main road, one hand loose on the wheel. “Military for twelve years. Got out and tried normal jobs but they bored me. Now I drive. Meet interesting people like you. Tell me, Juniper, what does a smart college girl study?” “Literature and creative writing,” I replied, feeling bolder from the drink and his attention. “I love stories about passion and risk. The kind where people do things they probably should not. What about you? Any favorite books or you more of a podcast guy during long drives?”

It wasn’t every day I got to see the Savage himself at one of these races. I tilted my head skyward, spotting rows upon rows of werewolves lining the rooftops of the buildings–the onyx sky dappled with the brilliant glow of their eyes. It was a kaleidoscope of color as they peered around, leaving warped, mystical shapes in their wake. My attention snagged toward a woman standing a few people to our left, raising her candy-red blouse and flashed her chest toward the bikers. Her shrill voice carried over the crowd despite the noise as she shouted, “Savage! Hey Savage! Look here, baby!”

When Molly and I got out at Grand Marais he asked me to talk for a minute before entering the beauty salon. "Okay. Go ahead Molly. I'll meet you inside." I tell her. "What is up with you? You're acting strange..." He gaze me. "I found another Wolf on the Mall." I let out. "What?" "Eric. Do you know him?" "Eric West? Yes. He's from White Earth Band . The last wolf from the Rabbit Lack Band lineage, that merged with others to make the White Earth Band. He's probably going to College in Duluth." He answers.