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“You’re only here to save your werewolf. You know that he’s never going to love you, right?” Winter cried out in pain. Roman let out a growl that rattled through the old house. His face contorted and it was no longer his face. But a wolfs snout, then his claws, then---then it was no longer Roman standing there. But a wolf. And the wolf lunged at Merrick. Merrick’s magic must have stopped because Winter fell to the ground with a loud slam! Nora rushed to her cousin’s side. “Glinda!” Nora called to the other witch. “Help me!”

Would there come Pease between them or would there be even more difficulties on their path to love. "May there be peace and no hatred." That's what the words were of the late werewolf king lying on his dead bed. Now there would be a new king or queen chosen by the moon goddess. He hoped he or she would make the werewolf world a better place.

he began, his voice resonating in the silence of the forest clearing. Eva furrowed her brow, feeling intrigue taking over her. "What's going on with Lucas, Kessler? What are you trying to tell me?" she asked, her voice trembling with anticipation. Kessler took a deep breath before continuing, knowing that what he was about to reveal would change everything. "Lucas was bitten by a wolf, but not just any wolf. He was bitten by a werewolf," he declared solemnly, his words echoing in the air like an ominous echo.

Even changed out of my sweat-soaked tank top into a fresh blouse. I glanced at my reflection in a mirror by the door. My hair was a little wild, eyes a little too sharp. Nothing a quick smoothing couldn't fix. I needed to get home. Fast. The city slid by in streaks of muted gold and black as I drove. One hand on the steering wheel, the other raking through my hair as I hit the accelerator a little harder. The werewolf's words kept haunting me, no matter how much I tried to push them aside. What was it about me that mattered enough to say that with his dying breath?

I woke up in the middle of the night. The room was pitch black except for the faint blue glow of the flame lamp on the wall. Lily had fallen asleep, slumped against the edge of my bed. Her lashes were still wet with tears, her face tired but unyielding. I stayed perfectly still, careful not to wake her, but my thoughts kept spinning. Everything that had happened lately played over and over in my mind. Clearly, werewolves were way too tough, so killing them was next to impossible. If I wanted to get back to the human world, ordinary suicide methods wouldn't cut it.

He had spent the last year attempting to find Alyssa, to get his revenge. Waiting for the right moment to make her pay for what she had done to his brother. Aiden backed away a few steps, his voice barely above a whisper. "There's something else, sir." Lucas froze, his head snapping toward him. Aiden swallowed hard. "We think... It was a werewolf that killed him. There’s a bite mark on his neck. Deep." For a long moment, the only sound in the room was the heavy rasp of Lucas’s breathing. A werewolf.

The packs had merged, not through conquest but through choice, through the promise of a child who carried both lines in her blood. Lyra grew tall and fierce, silver-black fur shimmering like moonlight on obsidian, eyes that shifted with her moods, brown when she laughed, silver when she hunted, midnight when she dreamed. She ran the forests with the other young wolves, climbed the battlements at dawn, listened to stories of the bridge who had bled willingly and the Alpha who had refused to let her fall. She knew her mother’s scars, knew her father’s strength, knew her grandmother’s quiet wisdom. She knew she was loved before she knew she was powerful.

Luka's wolf was surprised to hear my voice in his head and slightly twitched his eyes at me for a second. Then without a warning, the other werewolf jumped on us and tried to bite Luka but Luka's wolf escaped on time and once the werewolf was on the ground, Luka's wolf jumped on the beast and bit his neck with such strength that he killed it immediately. As soon as Luka's wolf turned his head, he exposed the other wolf's blood all over his mouth. His eyes were as red as fire and I could smell the pride and dominance coming from his wolf. I could feel how he felt. That freedom that he longed for, for a very long time. I stared at him in awe.

I replied, struggling with my words formation. This was wrong! This wasn't the right time. The stern frown fixed on his face indicated that he was really annoyed and now was definitely not the time to say anything about my feelings for him. His face tightened with a scowl. If looks could kill, I would have been six foot under already. "It's not safe for you to walk about in this city. Especially because you're a werewolf and almost every one on the road can perceive you." From the tone of his voice and the demeaning manner at which he spoke, I began to doubt what Madam Turi had said.

she sniffs as fresh pools of tears develop in her eyes . I want to ask how he smells different but I decide to tuck that in for later. Yes I have noticed that but I can't seem to put any answer to that expect just give the poor wolf a chance. My wolf just hums in refusal without saying anything . I'm begining to think this is not going to go well . "Of course it won't go well ,"London responds with a sarcastic voice ,",what do you expect?" "You are a pain in the ass ,"