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It simply is because they do not know how to use their heads and not act with emotion, the Moon Goddess is very wise because the world would be in chaos if our wolves were the dominant species. I on the other hand was equally struggling internally with my wolf, she was whining and begging me to not keep standing like a mannequin but for me to make a move and touch him before proceeding to kiss him and even though I very much wanted to do this because at this point my juices were overflowing and it was becoming increasingly hard for me to keep standing upright because of how weak in tr knees I was getting from the sensations in my neck.

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Contrary to most belief that werewolves were more aggressive considering their nature, Vampires were the ones who usually became more aggressive the instant they caught the unique smell of werewolves anywhere close to them. King Horansi said nothing to what Careena said as he simply continued to look on in silence. Out of mild embarrassment, she turned to the side hoping to let the whole situation pass unnoticed when she caught Terezan looking in her direction, all the way from where she sat which was to the right of King Locan who sat right beside King Horansi. There was a big smirk on her face almost like she was communicating through it. “Can’t you read the tension around? No wonder you’r

she muttered, her eyes fixed on the book which was so dusty and crisped. Quickly, Lilia sat on her bed and flipped through the first page, her curious eyes glanced through each word. This book was a gift bestowed on her on her ninth birthday by Mama Gunad, the book that contains the legendary story of the cursed werewolf no human has ever laid eyes on. With a racing heart, Lilia flipped through each page as the first three pages failed to mention the name of the werewolf.

I flipped the second page open and began reading. “After finding his mate and claiming her as his, the alpha moved to make it known under the crimson moon.” Though I had a foggy mind while reading the first sentence, my mind put the words together to make sense. This was a werewolf lore book just like the ones I’ve devoted myself to reading in the last week, but unlike those, this was a children’s book. I snapped it shut, got up, and hurried away from Zion’s room. I entered mine, went through the three books I had gotten from the store, and set them down on the bed.

“My girlfriend is obsessed with werewolf web novels. She has like twenty reading apps on her phone.” “OMG!” Elsie squealed. “I love those! Only I binge on vampire novels.” Rose perked up. “I love the hybrid ones! My favorite is the one where she doesn’t know she’s a hybrid, and she has to take care of her little sister, and. . .” “And her mate turns out to be the alpha of the local pack?” Elsie asked. “Elsie,” Mina said, “You’re a werewolf. Why are you reading that garbage?”

“She was not originally, but once she knew what we were, she asked to become one of us and on the night of their mating ceremony, my father’s mother performed the sacred ritual of transformation and she became a werewolf after she and Weruona were joined as mates.” When the Zorraya stepped away from her mate, Erin recognized her as the younger version of Dame La’Toya Black, the matriarch of the Black clan in Fairbanks. “I am pleased to finally meet you, Edvana,” said Zorraya, coming to join Erin and Danshak where they sat on a wooden bench. “I am Zorraya, Weruona’s wife, and I am delighted to welcome you into the Smallchief family.” “Thank you,” said Erin, warmed by the woman’s friendliness.

"Zara told me they'll help me discover my powers. What does she mean?" "Werewolves have their unique abilities apart from just transforming. The Elders are the wise ones that see into the future," she says. I stare at her, listening to every word. This is my first step in understanding who I am. I'm ready. "We have the walkers who are the warriors. They have heightened senses and speed used to fight." She pauses for a moment. "Then there's a rare kind of werewolf that can perform magic but they have been extinct for a very long time now."

"I believe the opposing natures of lycanthropy and sorcery have somehow... split. Manifested into individual entities that are both fighting for dominance." Something icy slid through my chest. "What do you mean?" My voice was barely a whisper. Abigail glanced at the others, then back at me. "Think about it. A werewolf is instinct. Feral. Pack-driven. Physical. A sorceress is intellect. Solitary. Calculated. Magical in and out of the laws of nature. They're opposites, Harlyn." Her expression darkened. "And you grew up never really nurturing either of them.“ I felt like I was starting to understand where she was headed considering the last conversation I had with my doppelganger.