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It will be hilarious if everyone in the village turns into white-haired witches like they call me. The wolves will have a run for their money when they encounter us, white witches. Witches vs. werewolves. “That will be one hilarious sight to behold” I muss to myself. Having thoughts about everyone being witches like they accused me to be is so hilarious to the extent it made me momentarily forget all about Fosy and Chika. That reminds me, I need to go into the Ajali forest to get some herbs for Deeda Osondu and Mrs. Amadi.

I leaned even closer to Micah, rubbing my scent all over him because there was not a chance I was losing to any of them. “Wolves of Grimhowl,” Micah boomed, his voice carrying over the area with an authority that had everyone rooted in their place. “A few weeks ago, we left for the unknown in search of the one that was fated for us, and we made a promise not to be back until it had been fulfilled.” He paused, looking at his pack, and many began to glance at me, now recognizing what and who I truly was. “Today we are back, and we didn’t just come back; we came because indeed we have found the one the goddess had fated for us.”

Alpha's mate, rogues, kidnapping—these were words from a world I didn't understand and didn't belong to, except apparently I did belong to it because I was a wolf now and these people were claiming to be my family. "The pack searched for months," Adrian continued when Maya couldn't go on because her voice had dissolved into quiet crying that she was trying to muffle with her hand pressed against her mouth. "Our father mobilized every resource he had, called in every favor he'd ever been owed, reached out to every allied pack across three states, but the rogues had hidden her too well and covered their tracks too carefully and by the time they found any leads, months had passed and the trail

Now that option is no longer available. I was unable to take the chance. If she felt the pull, she might not understand it. Young wolves did not always manage mate instincts well on their first day. She could turn toward me. She could pose inquiries. She could gaze at me with those eyes like she did before when she needed something repaired. I couldn’t fake not experiencing it as well. No. I required space. I directed my focus toward a mechanic. He glanced up puzzled when I summoned him. "Bring my bike from Enid " I instructed, attempting to maintain my Alpha demeanor.

"Are you trying to become president of the NRA?" I ignore his comment and begin describing the two hand guns I want for me and Ana, as well as the rifle for Ana. Joe sighs. "Is that it?" "Yes. Wait - one more thing." Joe groans. "It's not like any of this is coming out of your wallet. Besides, I want news. Have you seen anything in the last day and half about a helicopter crash out here?" "In Alaska?" "Yes, moron, Alaska. Not LA." "No." "Well can you look it up?"

When she learned that they were expecting a special guest, her first thought was to look for her partner. Crimson Moon's Alpha Roger is the vilest, terrible, and savage pack. He is just as harsh as his pack, and he has no patience for bullshit. Ever since he started working and watched his friends and family meet their match, he has seen the utter beauty in it, and he has resolved to find his mate at any costs.

Dangerous. I head for the woods bordering the field, needing space to clear my head. The trees are thick here, their branches clawing at the fading light. My boots sink into the damp earth, and I breathe deep, letting the forest’s pulse steady me. I’ve been on edge since I got to Westbridge—new town, new faces, and a mission that’s starting to feel like a trap. The elders were clear: find the lost wolf, bring her back. They didn’t mention she’d be a girl who smells like home and looks like she’s never thrown a punch. My phone buzzes again. This time, I answer. “What, Cass?”

It was seemingly empty which was a little strange, but I was too excited to give a shit. I assumed Aiden wouldn’t be far behind me, which would have allowed me to continue with my preparations, plus, it was only a matter of time before Bobby was found, therefore I could play the distraught Luna who had lost a pack member when Bobby was found. I was almost convinced that he wouldn’t have survived the attack I witnessed, yet astonishingly, there had been no word on him, or his Alpha for that matter.

Lyra — Age 8 Blackwood Pack Territory, Alaska By her eighth birthday, Lyra Blackwood knew that Alaska wore beauty and brutality like twin crowns. Jagged mountains loomed beyond the windowsill, their snow-packed peaks gleaming like sharpened ivory fangs. Endless forests of spruce and fir stretched into shadowed depths, their needles whispering secrets the wind alone could carry. Winter draped the land in ice too long, while spring arrived hesitantly, as though afraid to break the frost’s hold. Even daylight felt reluctant—pale and fleeting, as if it belonged somewhere warmer, more forgiving.

I reply, feeling really grateful for a Beta like him. We start searching the place, we don't find Allyssa in the forest, so we decide to try another one, we search all the way to the east border, not forgetting any nook or cranny, there is no place in the pack this we have not searched and yet, we don't find Allyssa.