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Hence, when wolves whether it’s an alpha, beta, or omega, reach maturity at the age of 18, they can fully control using their own mana. As he was exploring the second floor, his eyes scanned on the book titles that neatly arrange inside the rack. ‘Any elemental or black magic would be nice.’ He thought. There weren’t so many books left on the shelf. He could see some of the books were gone, leaving an empty gap in between. ‘Jeremiah… come here…’ the familiar voice started to call his name. This time it was crystal clear like someone was speaking next to his ear. “Who’s there?” Jeremiah shouted and his voice was echoing all over. His mind was filling with fear as he could see the candlelight

I countered. “The same point I’ve been making this whole time. Vampires do not have fated mates. And there’s never been a case of a werewolf having a vampire or any other species beyond a human as a fated mate that I know of.” Auðr said. “Hold on.” I jumped off the bed and grabbed the big Firewolf mating book at my desk. “This is an ancient book on all werewolf mating. It’s been maintained by Luna Aurelia’s birth pack for centuries. Dad asked the keeper, Mr. Tracey, to borrow it.” I explained as I returned and opened the book.

“I think I was claimed before. I think it happened when I was a child. Caleb cursed under his breath, stumbling back with face cracking into disbelief. “That’s not possible… You were human and you were protected. Your bloodline—your guardian—Adrian said—” I stood up because I did say that I did swear she’d never been marked. That she was untouched and unclaimed. However, that wasn't correct, was it? I knew somewhere in my gut. I simply didn't want to deal with it. Another howl rang out from the forest far behind us. Then two more howl and others answering him. Whatever peace we thought we had appears to have left. The rogue wolf wasn’t just back. He brought a pack. And Audrey—Audrey wasn’t j

As we walked, the soft thud of our footsteps echoed through the solemn space. Jeremiah, a wise and weathered wolf with a graying muzzle, carried an ancient book in his hands. Its leather cover was worn, its pages yellowed with age. We reached a magnificent wooden table, carved with the same designs, and Jeremiah gently placed the book upon it. "Lyra," he began, his voice deep and resonant, "this book holds the secrets of our pack's legacy, and within its pages lies the tale of the Silver Werewolf." My curiosity piqued, I leaned in closer, my eyes fixed on the book. "Tell me, Jeremiah," I said, my voice filled with anticipation. "What is the story of the Silver Werewolf?"

Audrey began to open pages of the big book and continued as she searched for any solution to this mystery but it seemed none was coming forth. "This is useless! There is no solution in this big book to this' ' Audrey exclaimed as she flipped each page back and forth. She was about to close it in frustration, when her eyes were drawn to something. It was a picture of two werewolves, a male and a female whose hands were bound together by a thread. Audrey snapped her fingers in the air and read out loud to the hearing of everyone.

Aldrich I swear Ava took ten years off my life, the way she was whimpering and crying in her sleep. My first thought was–somebody is magically attacking in her sleep. I don’t know if that’s even possible. I have a very limited knowledge of magic, given the strict segregation between the magical beings and us Werewolves. Pain was deeply etched on her face as she tried to ward something or somebody off, her arms flailing wildly. How was I to know that it was only a nightmare?

The golden pup’s fur began to crack with glowing lines, radiating a blinding light that made it impossible for anyone to keep their eyes open. “A true Golden Werewolf! I can’t see!” “It’s coming! It’s coming!” Everyone craned their necks and kept their eyes wide, trying desperately to catch a glimpse. Damian laughed loudly. “A Divine Werewolf descends! All shall bow before me! I am the King of the Werewolf Alliance!” As the light began to dim, the pup’s form started to shift. The crowd held its breath. “What is that?” “A black werewolf?” At the very moment everyone expected glory, the golden pup transformed into a grotesque, malformed Omega Black Werewolf.

a male spoke. "Tomorrow, I shall put a stop to him, once and for all," said Alpha Deucalion. "We shall fight against you!" the men said angrily. "And I too," I wanted to join him as well. Alpha Deucalion looked at me. "My people are being fooled by him and I want to prove to them that he is a werewolf," I told Alpha Deucalion as I raised the cloak in my hand the witch gave me that Bazaar is using to act as a human.

I lazily whispered, fidgeting with my fingers. He gently closed the book in his hand, dropped it on his lap, and squared his shoulder. Then, he relaxed his back on the wooden chair he had been lounging in for the past two hours. After crossing his legs, he gave me his full attention. “I am listening!” he responded. “You heard it?” “I am a werewolf, Agatha! I may not have the same ability to read minds as you do, but I have an enhanced sense of hearing,” he retorted lazily. “You forgot?”

We had seventy-two hours to find a ghost wearing my sister’s face, stop a ritual that would make her a permanent deity, and somehow rescue a king trapped in a mountain of cursed glass—all while I was magically maimed and our pack was in ruins. The weight of it should have crushed me. But the hollow silence where Kaelen lived was a forge. My fear turned to fuel, my grief to steel. “We need an army we don’t have,” Marcus rasped from his cot, following the conversation with fever-bright eyes. “Then we find one,” I said, a plan forming in the cold clarity of desperation. I looked at the grimoire, then at Lillian. “Morvana is the ultimate evil to every werewolf. Vorian is a traitor who wants to r