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She gives me control and I grab clothes. “Thank the goddess your wolf is obedient,” my mother calls, wrapping me in a cold hug. If you thought all hugs were warm fuzzy and full of love, you should hug my mom. I thought once that she was a succubus, because one of her hugs can suck the happiness from your soul. But I was told no, she is a werewolf. “Hey, Mom,” I say, pulling away as fast as I can.

A few minutes later, Nicholas arrived at the meeting place in his werewolf form, bleeding. Everyone, including Cedric, was in a daze upon seeing him almost beaten to death. As soon as Nicholas shifted back to his human form, his werewolf packs immediately extended their hands and helped patch his wounds and to remove the bullet out of his system before anything awful will happens to him. On the other side of the story, the woman safely arrived at her dad's enormous mansion. Hundreds of her security hurriedly greeted and brought her to the main house the second she landed in their parking lot.

Claudine asked in surprise Yes, in flesh and blood, I'm here to overthrow your alpha, Ariella said mockingly Before Claudine could respond, Elena, a Blue Fur witch, began singing: "Ogni notte, ogni giorno (Sleep, my love, every night, every day) Non sentire, non vedere (Do not feel, do not see) Ogni pensiero, ogni dolore (Every thought, every pain) Svanisce, come nebbia al sole (Fades like fog in the sun)" The haunting melody echoed through the morning air. Werewolves from Black Moon began swaying, their eyes drooping.

Her eyes searched the woods to know where it was coming from but she couldn't find it. "No need to be scared. That's just the artist I set in place for us to enjoy our picnic with. Don't you like songs?" Amelia's nerves relaxed. "I do" "Well, have you heard of the hymn of death? " Amelia blinked in surprise. That was too sudden. Hymn of death? She shook her head. "Well, I heard it was played by a werewolf who had not wolfed out. A werewolf like you. She wanted to wolf out so badly that she met with a witch."

She pressed her head against my chest and listened to my heartbeat. "I can't sleep. Can you sing for me?" I asked. "I heard you singing the other day when you tried to put that vampire boy to sleep." "The lullaby?" She asked. "OK." She rubbed her eyes and cleared her voice. Then, she started to sing. Her melancholy voice sounded just like my mother's. I closed my eyes. "Have you made up your mind?" My wolf asked in the darkness. "Yes," I said. There was a long pause of silence.

She said. “Mom. I don’t understand. I’m just a werewolf.” I said. “Right now, you are just a teenage werewolf. But you scare him. He knows more than you do. You need to protect yourself.” She said. “I don’t understand.” I said. “Just trust me. You need to be careful. He’s looking for you and he will stop at nothing to get you.” She said. “Mom.” I said. “I trust you Meadow. You’re smart and you have great instincts. You can do this. I love you.” She said. I reached my hand out to try and hold her and she disappeared before I could touch her.

Whitmore Pack. 8 p.m. "Lena, run!" Her Mother's voice cut through the chaotic night, raw with urgency. "Run and don't look back! That's my last command as your mother." Luna Lilly pushed her daughter with every ounce of strength left inside her, but Lena was too weak to move, too emotionally drained to even hear her mother's words. Hot tears streamed down her face as she watched the huge wolves ripped down her people, their claws connecting brutally to their bodies, their fangs tearing them apart like they weren't of the same kind—like they were a prey to be killed and devoured.

Pain exploded across my skin. Damien surged up with a burst of strength and tackled the wolf off me. They rolled across the floor, blood splattering everywhere. Mira yelled from the entrance, “They’re breaking through! I can’t hold them!” Another wolf slipped past her and came straight at me. Its teeth snapped inches from my face. I kicked it away desperately. The pup’s voice rang in my head, weak but urgent. “Mama… they’re going to kill Dad. Let me help. One last time.”

"Delilah. I went to say hello." She nodded. "And before I forget." I paused. "She said I'm also a witch. Is that true, Mom?" My mom stopped stirring. She looked at me. Her face was different now. "Not really. You are a werewolf." "But she mentioned unlocking it with a powerful ritual." I leaned forward. "What is the ritual, Mom?" My mom put the spoon down. Turned off the stove. She faced me. "Ella, you are a werewolf. And yes, you are also a witch." She wiped her hands on a towel. "The ritual to unlock your witch power is if one of those boys dies."

Not even a flicker. “Mama,” I say slowly. Carefully. “I can’t feel my wolf.” I asked because I know the pack doctor must have attended to me, did he do anything to me. My mama body stiffens instantly. Too fast. She does not answer right away, and that silence terrifies me more than anything else. “Mama,” I repeat, louder now. “Answer me.” Her grip loosens slightly as she pulls away, her eyes filling again, her mouth trembling like she is trying to find the right words but none of them exist.