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Blake whistles at his Omegas for them to follow us back. “Do you feel okay?” I ask him concerned. I know how shifting can take it out of me and after his fight with the gray wolf, he will be drained and exhausted. “Yeah, I’m good. I just need something hot to drink and some food. A lot of food. I am starving. I could eat so much steak right now.” I grimace. Steak is not something I eat. In fact, I abhor red meat and only eat chicken and even then, it turns my stomach. But I know for my wolf, I need to feed her something other than lentils and other pulse, salad and vegetables.

I could feel the warmth of his embrace, the reassuring strength that anchored me amidst the tumultuous sea of emotions that swept through me. I looked up at him, my eyes meeting his, and I couldn't help but smile. The moon above cast a silvery glow, illuminating his features, and I saw the pride and understanding in his eyes. "Sebastian," I began, my voice a mix of excitement and wonder, "I can't believe how amazing it feels to be a wolf. The freedom, the rawness, the connection with the world around me... it's unlike anything I've ever felt before."

Right now, he appears to be utterly incapable of giving a response. "As I reminisce about our meeting, I am struck by the indescribable connection between our majestic wolves. Watching them, it's as if an intangible thread is binding their souls together, creating an impossible-to-articulate bond. At that moment, I felt a surge of emotions that were so intense it was almost tangible. It was as if our wolves were communicating with each other on a level that was beyond our understanding. The experience was so extraordinary that it would be etched in my memory for a long time. I sense a complete absence of any favorable feelings towards me, Blake, from your human. Their feelings toward me are

Damn, I knew that we had the fastest transformation, but I never thought it would be so fast . My she-wolf responded with a guttural growl, showing her readiness to take off immediately. Well, yes, we are not used to giving in! A moment and three black wolves ran through the thicket of the forest, driven by the excitement of the chase. Adrenaline in the blood instantly spilled through the veins, prompting more insane actions. There is not enough space for us, only running around is not enough, the fire in the veins requires an exit! For a long time I no longer felt such a sensation of fire, which made me rush forward even faster, showing that I was no worse than any other male. Never before

The remaining men tried to fight back, but they didn’t even last five seconds. I watched everything from the ground because my body finally gave up. Still, I didn’t want to black out. I kept my eyes open. The wolf fought through the men like they were nothing. Why do I feel like I know this wolf? When the last man fell, groaning and unmoving, the wolf stood still. Its chest moved up and down. Its eyes turned to me. Why do I feel like you’ve seen me before? Why does my wolf react like he’s trying to reach out to you?

She with her feet stepped faster, but suddenly she stopped. Megan's mouth was slightly open when she saw a wolf approaching the well. It's not an ordinary wolf that she often sees on Nat Geo Wild's channel, but rather a big wolf. Megan's body was shaking with fear, especially as the wolf turned her body towards her. She remained stunned when her eyes met the wolf's golden eyes. The greyish-white fur looks sharp, but also exudes the formidable and graceful aura seen by Megan. Slowly the woman's fear turned to amazement.

Primordial wolf. The vengeful wolf, Athena. Sophia. Sitting in the darkness of the night, I watch as my wolf channels all of her strength and power toward me. I feel her energy coursing through my veins. I'm overjoyed by my newfound strength. My senses have heightened, and every sound seems amplified. My hearing has become so acute that I can hear the smallest bird singing in the distance, its sweet melody filling the quiet of the night. I'm feeling my heart beat faster with the energy I've found. I am able to pick up people’s voices from a great distance. I'm feeling a deeper connection to the natural world than ever before. With my wolf by my side, I feel invincible and ready to take on wh

I fell back on the pillow, taking a deep sigh through my mouth. "How is it going for you?" She asked. This was the thing I loved about us. We would act like casual friends who are just asking or talking about their feelings though we share the same body, sometimes it's best not to remind I'm a werewolf. "It would be called lying if I said I'm doing any better," I responded to her. She hummed, sighing in my brain. But every little detail of her movement felt like she was laying right beside me and watching the white plain ceiling with thoughts running in our head.

he asked. He was ashamed of my wolf. My face fell, and I bit the insides of my cheeks in shame. Mena is an omega, a small brown wolf who was neither pretty nor ugly, just like every omega wolf, nothing spectacular. But I loved her, and I was proud of her. No wolf would be able to survive what she has. “I’m sorry,” I murmured.

Normally, it would have worked, but it feels like my soul is detached from my body. “There is more to what you see on the surface and I warned you, but you wouldn’t listen. Werewolves aren’t humans and you shouldn’t joke with a lot. We have hurt Kiara and Bailey, and…” “Oh, shut up!” I groan at my wolf, gulping down the entire content which burns my throat. I try to act like I’m fine in this club filled with people, but I’m not. “You know what? I need a good girl,” I say to my wolf, standing up from the bar stool.