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Wayne muttered and Olive whipped her head at him, scowling deeply. “Don't even think using words like that on me will get me to stop being angry,” she blurted but Wayne laughed and winked. “This is a masterpiece. It contains every myth and legend regarding the firewolf, what is true and not true,” Mufasa spoke out as he began glancing through the pages. “Apparently, they're rare and only happen in millenniums. According to Milicent who almost turned us all to book shelves of course,” Crusoe stated.

But even the loss of one pack member felt unbearable. I scoured the fighting crowd for Miles and Millie. Miles appeared first. He and Ralf were at an impasse; Ralf appeared weary. The silver and wolf’s bane must have done a number on him. Millie was facing off two medium-sized wolves and holding her own. Although Millie did not train as an enforcer, she’d practised as a warrior since we were little, and she could take on any wolf, alpha alike. We were progressing, and it seemed victory would be ours. The wolf’s bane had weakened Ralf’s men, and their strength waned. I sighed in relief. A miraculous victory seemed imminent.

Damn, they behave like normal people, she thought. Even though Pearl had no idea if any of them were female. They acted like brooding beasts, so she guessed, she just assumed they were male, but Alec wanted a female… Gigantic and powerful wolves have never been in high supply lately, but they were nearly unheard of before. which meant their value was going to be amazing.

She understood the self-sufficient philosophy of her old pack, but this wasn't making sense. "Alright, so little shifter lesson for you. We are all governed by a council. The council is all retired Alphas. They look about eighty but most of them are more like two hundred. They live together in Northern Wisconsin. They make the rules, handle major disputes, approve new packs, they're pretty much our presidents. The only criteria to be on the council is having served as an alpha and being one of the five oldest wolves. So when one of them dies they know who's coming on board next."

Alan picked another pile from the mess on the floor, he skimmed through it “ Ahhhh, yes, I recommend you should start with this file. It is quite important. This pack was attacked by a pack of hunters and they cleared off most of the wolves. You know the wolves were a bit primitive and they refused to dwell in modern cities, they are all in the woods. But Human hunters wiped them off. So we had to persuade them not to retaliate and also fed for those left behind. But it is proving difficult since the hunters keep coming back. In fact, you should solve this first” Alan dumped the file on his lap, and Rod threw it away.

Millenium wolves "Look Luka, more packs are arriving. Who might they be?" I asked squinting my eyes trying to recognise the alpha from afar as I peeped from our bedroom window. They were running this way in their wolf form like they were being chased. "They must be the Millenium wolves. They were to come next according to my list. But why are they in their wolf form?!" Luka spoke from behind me, holding his left arm against the wall to get closer to the window so he would be able to observe the pack.

END OF FLASHBACK Elsie was so engrossed on her spells in raising the Medallion Wolves that she didn't noticed the silent figure behind her all these while. Her followers had gone to the grave of the Medallion Wolves to dig out the remains of their bones. Medallion Wolves are the only wolves in the wolf history who had went rogue. A one wolf that can multiply into three or battalion wolves at a time, hence it name. No one know what had ended their life. Some stories goes that the wolf was the first creation of Mankind, but had anger the one who had created them. Some said the wolf went mad and took his own life.

"Your soul belongs here. We have been guiding you since the day you were born. It is time." "Time for what?" I shifted my weight to test the ground. The blood held my boots like something thickened past moving, refusing to release. "Time to kill the Millennium Wolf," the voice said. "The bloodline that can unlock the abyss of the underworld." The words landed in my chest and sat there without moving.

But soon enough I had all the 11 files we had compiled and filled with invaluable information through a shit ton of hard work. I quickly opened the file at the very top, which belonged to the New Moon pack in South America. They had lost the least amount of wolves out of the total 12 packs attacked. Why? because less than 32 rogues had attacked them and they all seemed like normal werewolves but on a shit ton of weed.

Bastien said, pacing back and forth now, deep in thought. I was not used to seeing him this worried and unnerved, whatever it was he was telling us about, we needed to take it very seriously. Still, it sounded like something out of a fairy tale novel. A powerful wolf born once every century? How could that possibly be Mia? When we met, she didn’t even know she was a wolf. “I have never heard of such a wolf before,” I admitted. “Me too,” Ivan concurred. “They are very rare, one every one hundred. Yes, it’s no surprise that almost all wolves live their entire lives without ever getting to meet one or even hear of the existence of one.”