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Chapter 63 The night was alive with tension, thick and suffocating, as the Moon Riders' scouts returned from the outskirts of the Emberclaw territory. Raven stood at the edge of the great cliff that overlooked the rival pack’s stronghold, her wolf senses prickling with a gnawing sense of impending doom. Axel stood close behind her, muscles taut and eyes dark with simmering possessiveness. Even with Malrik perched on the ridge, his dragon eyes scanning the horizon, there was a palpable unease. Something wicked was stirring.

I demanded, not minding if I killed all of them at once just to see Elaine. I almost couldn’t control my fangs from burying into his bare skin. “But I don’t know what you’re talking about. We’re just a bunch of homeless wolves. And this has been our home for years. There’s no Melina living here!” The other homeless wolves whimpered and searched for hiding spots. Some hid behind rusted barrels. The others fled, leaving their things on the ground. “IT’S EITHER YOU TALK OR DIE.” I raised my paws. At this point, the others came to the rescue. Janus’s men clung to my legs.

How could he allow Ann, who is human. I shake my fur covered head a little as the irritation overwhelms my body and Mike glances over at me. I keep my paws moving though and he quickly loses interesting in why I was acting irritated. We have three more hours of running to do and we need to be alert. Danger could appear at any time. ****** "Nothing much to report. We saw the usual wild life, and no tracks," Mike says as he pulls a shirt over his head. Boyd nods and glances at Lewis who likes like he wants to go back inside.

Littles are more delicate, need a gentler touch, she has no pain intolerance, although she was abused in her life, which means she doesn't like pain, she connects it with bad memories. "She's up" Mouse calls to me coming out of his room, he invite me in before leaving the school, just poofing off into thin air. I go in and see Mia's big eyes still filled with tear, her lower lip with still wobbling, she was rubbing the sleep out of her eyes and wasn't looking happy at all.

He looked me up and down seeing my bloody back, he was happy seeing that, I could tell from his smile. "This isn't Kansas anymore," he says with his sadistic smile, I was done for the day, please say we're done. "Lose the shirts boys, we're going on again," the alpha orders, again? He want us to run this drill again, I wasn't one to pull back I would, I lost my shirt exposing my raw bed, seeing Micah eyeing me before he lost his shirt too, I could see how slim my mate really is, that boy hardly get any food or nutrient.

He gave my hands one more rub before speaking. “Then let’s go back to the pack house.” Alpha Killian said. I nodded at him as we headed back in. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A/n Inspiration for this chapter is You broke me first by Tate McRae. Guys, I’d love to hear your thoughts on this chapter, you know. Really hope you add this to your library to be updated too. I would update a new chapter tomorrow. Would make sure to make it interesting for you all❤️❤️❤️

Chapter 6 Millent and the triplets, Mike, Daniel, and Alex, stood shoulder to shoulder on the battlefront, their gazes fixed on the approaching forces of the Moon Clan. Their hearts beat as one, fueled by a shared determination to protect their loved ones and the future of the werewolf world. The air crackled with anticipation as the clash between light and darkness drew near. The Moon Clan, fueled by their twisted ambitions, unleashed their fury, charging toward Millent and her triplets with relentless ferocity.

[CW- This chapter contains body and cosmic horror. Look after yourself while reading.] Finally, Peggy saw something other than snow and ice. She blinked her eyes open, struggling to stay awake. “Is that-?” “Yeah,” Mikael confirmed, nuzzling into her neck. “We’re nearly there, hold on.” Heather and Nieve saw it too, suddenly speeding up. Heather howled as she sprinted. In the distance, other howls joined the chorus. Peggy smiled.

Behind him, the female mouse had emerged and held onto his shoulder, like she was lining him up. It made me feel a bit awkward to hear him talk. A wild beast was one thing, but this was an actual person. We all stood around, unsure how to proceed. “Listen to me,” said the mouse. “I am prepared to allow you to leave. We are peace-loving people. If you leave us alone, we will leave you alone.” “I heard you, before,” I said. “You were planning to attack us as soon as more of your men arrive. You aren’t peace-loving.”