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“Boss searched for your information, Rebel, and there’s only one wolf who can give it to you.” Rebel nodded. “Tell me.” “Walker Solomon.” Rebel stiffened. Walker Solomon was likely the only rebel wolf on the North American continent who Rebel didn’t have under his thumb—and the one wolf he refused to deal with. The owner and proprietor of a supernatural casino near Amarillo, Texas, Solomon was a rebel werewolf and businessman. Aside from being Rebel’s only rival, Solomon was the craziest bastard Rebel had ever had the misfortune to encounter.

This cowboy wolf was none other than Jeremy Lennon, high commander of the Grey Wolf armies, infamous Grey Wolf warrior, and one of the fiercest wolves ever to live. Anytime one of the Wild Eight had returned to their compound near death’s door and clinging to a thread of life, this man had almost always been the one singularly responsible—and that didn’t begin to cover the damage he’d done to the Wild Eight through the information-gathering and patrolling schedules demanded of his men. If she’d thought his battle scars made him intimidating, the pair of eyes locking onto the bush she hid in, as if he saw straight through the shrubbery, chilled her more than the snow beneath her paws. Irises

“Years after seeing that her daughter was lonely, she placed her to rule over a pack of wolves that weren't too fond of having a female as their Alpha. But they accepted her anyway. Well, some did." "She had to learn their savage ways. Learning how to kill, hunt, and fight anyone who tried to overthrow her." "They said Serafina had a baby, but there isn't really any record of such. And that's all they know." "One night they were all wiped out." "But what do you know?" Hayley asked. Gunther gave a smile. "If you have a question ask, other wide I won't answer." "But I just. Fine. Why were the wolves in my dream black and the other white? Why do they only teach us about brown wolves in school?"

My wolf enjoyed my sessions with her, but it would have been much better if he was in control sometimes. Genevieve was a great temptation because here she was, a wolf. We wouldn't need to be careful with her, and my Wolf needed that. I didn't want to do this, and my wolf was against me for the first time. Something about what she had on confused and controlled him. If I fought him for too long, I would snap.

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Raeann sat on a log in the midst of the dark forests back home as the big grey wolf approached her. His dark brown eyes showed his suffering as he sat down at her feet. "I need you to tell my human that I fought bravely, and only death separated us, but I will wait for him." The wolf said to her. "Who is your human?" The seer asked, wanting to ease the Alpha wolf's pain. He stood once more, looking into the forest before replying, "Ethan Fletcher, Midnight Pack."And light began to glow, beckoning Drastus home.

I grinned. "Any pup?" He raised a brow. I nodded and laughed. Ross rubbed his chin for a moment before smiling," how about Stefan? I would say Gideon, but we both already know he's going to beg to stay the night with Quinn." He snickered. I nodded and walked with him over to watch the children while Gerwulf helped Matthias over at the grill and tried to keep Simon from falling over on himself. The wolf looked a mess. White locks down to his shoulders, disheveled clothing, and eyes bloodshot. It was a miracle he was ever presentable enough to help the pack when called. His drinking had cost him more than just his relationship with Jade.

How they torn me apart. The pack howled, welcoming the new alpha. Reed turned away from his father, who was licking his paw. Everything happened in an instant. A werewolf alien that sneaks off into the night, Reed comes up to me, and a she-wolf that pounces on a downtrodden Trent. The she-wolf stepped back slowly, licking the blood off her muzzle. Mira put an end to this story. Trent was left lying on the ground with his throat torn. A meter from where he left his brother that night.

Whichever one of these young wolves inflicted that wound is heading for a legendary future. The wolf in front of me snaps her head around. Her mouth is bloodied and her teeth stained. Part of the guardsman's uniform has caught on one sharp incisor. A flop of unnaturally white fur hangs across one eye. Hiya, Alpha Vuko, she says. Omega-daughter Neha of Firewolf. You okay? Omega-daughter? Neha? I say. She winks at me then turns her attention back to Abir.

eyes. The red wolf lunged and they locked in battle. The red wolf was biting and clawing at the black wolf. The black wolf is trying to fight strategically and push them further away from Nora. The red wolf lunged at the black wolf's throat snapping and snarling as he did. The black wolf threw the red one off of him. The red wolf slid into a tree, hitting it letting out a loud yelp. The yelp echoed through the woods. The large black wolf made its way back to Nora. The large black wolf nudged Nora as if checking to see if she was ok. She recognized him and knew it was Cole. Nora ran her hand through his fur, feeling countless wounds. He didn't even wince. He was too focused on making sure sh