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It holds their power, memory, and spirit. When an Alpha dies, the Heartstone vanishes and reappears in the chest of their successor, either by the will of the Heartstone itself or seized through conquest. Yet if the chosen is unworthy, the Heartstone may resist them, or worse, destroy them. Among these many packs was one known as Sable Howl, steeped in legends of the moon and black wolves. It was in this pack that a girl was born to a common werewolf named Malrik.

Wells skimmed through my expression and continued to explain the norms of this world. "Werewolves possessed enhanced senses. In the human perspective, only five senses are known, but not werewolves. Our kind is blessed by the Moon Goddess; a sixth sense to communicate with the mind and another with your wolf," I thought that was his brief explanation, not until he trailed further which I absolutely do not dislike. "—In this place, there is also a hierarchy to be followed. The Alpha, the beta, the subordinates, and the weakest, the omegas,"

Mark gave Mj a knowing look and she rolled her eyes at him. “So Briella...” Mj said changing the subject and Mark laughed “sorry little sister I can tell you anything you want to know about me but the Alpha is off limits” Mark locked eyes with Mj and he smiled. She searched his face, “tell me about your scar?” she asked and Mark’s hand twitched as he fought the urge to cover it “what of it” he snapped and Mj raised an eyebrow “I just wanted to know what would be strong enough to leave a lasting mark on a wolf.” Mark took a deep breath and offered Mj his arm, she slid her arm through his and they continued toward the kitchen. “Heavy metals can have everlasting effects on wolves even if they

I always wondered why there are no black wolves in the modern world. More precisely, why I have not yet come across one. After all, my inner beast is a black wolf. And the answer was simple - I'm from another world, the world of magic and sorcery. Also, the gift of fire flows in my veins, and after traveling to the universe of my ancestors, I was finally able to curb it. It was only after visiting the house of my grandparents that I managed to truly learn how to control my flame. Now I will no longer allow you to wipe your feet on me, because my strength is in no way inferior to the strength of any alpha male. The frightened puppy is a thing of the past and, if necessary, I will force everyo

But I knew if we leave her alone during her first shift, she'd die, or she'd never manage to do it, and both options didn't sit well with me, I need her to be safe and happy, to stay near me. "It hurt," she cries out, and I nuzzled her, ignoring her vampire sent and just focusing on her wolf side, she finally managed to do it, she shifted fully, instead of Millie stood a medium size wolf, she's not a puppy, but she's not near my size, she's medium, a bit on the smaller size, a white wolf. "Beautiful," dad says from his side, white wolves are rare, she's one of the rarest wolves out there, being a mixed species, one who could fully shift to both sides.

My wolf ! Noooooo !

If that was an attempt by the previous owner to make him look a little more presentable, sellable, then it missed the mark by a mile. “First up we have Werewolf number N17M115. A rare wolf from the Northern Mountains. Born in the wild, this fighter wolf has his instincts intact. Captured when he was 5, he was trained from a young age and has been fighting ever since hitting puberty. He has only ever lost one fight…” Jackson tuned him out. He didn’t want to hear it or else he’d be purchasing more than one wolf today.

It like Mileena and I is nothing but a memory that faded away from his life. Through it all Mileena had not complained one time, I believe that with her father betrayal it’s still fresh in her mind. She still trying to cope with it all, also learning to adapt to life in the forest. Being a rouge is no fun in the park because they're a lot to learn. Rouge are lone wolves that are label as dangerous wolves in werewolf society. Rouges are sometimes travel in groups; they like to terrorize other packs all because they don’t want to abide by wolf law.

the Black Wolf growled, his eyes fixed on Millent. "We will not rest until we have what we want. And we will take it, no matter the cost." With those ominous words, the Black Wolf disappeared back into the shadows, leaving Millent and the werewolf pack on edge. They knew that the Moon Clan would be back, and they would be ready. Millicent looked up at her triplets, fear and determination mingling in her gaze. She knew that their love for each other would be tested in the battles to come, and she could only hope that it would be enough to defeat their enemies.