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likely from a brutal attack. Ronald knew he had to act fast to save the wolf's life. He carefully lifted the wolf and began the journey back to Black Moon territory.As he approached the pack's den, Ronald called out for Denzel, the pack's alpha. Denzel emerged, his expression curious, and took in the scene before him. "What happened here?" he asked, his voice firm but gentle.Ronald explained the situation, and Denzel nodded thoughtfully. "Bring him inside. We'll tend to his wounds and figure out what to do next."Under Denzel's guidance, the pack's healers worked tirelessly to nurse the wolf back to health. Ronald visited the wolf frequently, bringing food and water, and chatting with him to

“Drained?” “Yes” she replied, voice softening. “Your wolf's spirit is weak from neglect, malnourished from both lack of physical activity, and mostly from emotional stability. You need to start working out, strengthening your body and your wolf. Otherwise you'll remain vulnerable and weak.” Wayne's jaw tightened, he could feel Darius's gaze deepen in on him. Still he shook his head forcing the words out. “How? As long as the creanine worms are out, I think I am good to go.”

I stood before the mirror, trembling. “Come out!” I screamed. My voice cracked. “Come out, damn you!” But there was no answer. “You're supposed to be my wolf companion! My protector! How could you, how could you kill him?” My breath came in ragged sobs. “You monster… You coward! Show yourself!” My wolf didn’t speak. It was like she’d buried herself deep inside me, ashamed, or worse… indifferent. I collapsed to the floor, broken and breathless, tears searing down my cheeks. I curled into myself, praying that this was all a nightmare, that I’d wake up and find my father humming in the kitchen, that the arena had never happened, that my wolf had never emerged.

He wrecked carnage like a messenger of death till only one of the guards remained, the guard dropped his weapons and knelt in surrender "Please, spare me. I know where they took her, I will take you there. Please don't…" He was still pleading when Iron bath the werewolf sank his fangs into his neck breaking it with a crack. He stood for a moment and raised his head, howling at the moon before leaping out of the window. He landed on the other side of the fence and ran in pursuit of the girls tracking her by her scent. 6. DADDY WILL BE ANGRY

“And I know where it comes from. Wolves have been disappearing, Lena… and I think they’re tied to him.” Her reaction was immediate. Shock first, then disbelief, then a tremor of anger that almost broke her composure. Her fingers flexed at her sides, as if she were ready to strike anyone, anything, the air itself. He had seen that storm before the wolf in a human cage, furious, helpless. She hated that he could see it. Hated that he understood the weight of it before she even spoke it. “I… that’s not possible,” she whispered, voice cracking. Her wolf growled low, instinct pressing her to flee or fight. “He’s he’s dead. They said he was dead.”

Lexon's heart broke and he slowly knelt in front of his little wolf. "Okay, I'll tell you here then... Nadja and I have been rescuing humans and werewolves from underground feeding clubs. As we take them down, we rescue those who are still alive. The werewolves were able to return to their packs if they had one, if not, we find one for them...

"Shit, I can't change back right now. I need a couple of minutes. Hold him off" The other wolf grunts, like it understands the prey. Placing itself right in front of it. "Please stop for God's sake, it's still me. Listen to my voice. You know me, I am not prey. You need to get control or we will have to put you down". The sounds are desperate.

Justice slammed his fist on the desk and glared at the phone he’d just hung up. Some new hate church had taken to the airwaves to rant about how New Species were animals, not people, and referred to the NSO as nothing more than a private zoo. It made his blood boil. No Species had asked to be genetically altered with animal DNA, it hadn’t been a choice they were given, and their only so-called crime had been to survive year after year of abuse at the hands of scientists, doctors, and researchers who used their bodies

Rather terrified but alive. When Grayson entered, the wolf immediately straightened. Not from respect. From nerves. Good. Nervous wolves usually told the truth. Or close enough. Damon closed the door behind them. The young wolf swallowed. His eyes flickered between the Alpha and Beta. "I wasn't sure you'd come." Grayson pulled up a chair. "You brought my father's watch." The wolf nodded. "Yeah." "What's your name?" The answer came quickly. "Micah." Young. Maybe twenty.

THE WOLF I BURIED Book One of The Moonkeeper Saga One year ago, Elena Hart buried the love of her life, or so she believed. Since Ronan's death, life has become a series of carefully practiced routines—teaching by day, surviving by night, and visiting the grave of the man she was supposed to marry. Everyone tells her it's time to move on. But grief isn't something you leave behind. When strange wolf tracks appear near Ronan's grave, unsettling dreams haunt her sleep, and a pair of familiar silver eyes watches her from the edge of the forest, Elena is forced to question everything she thought she knew about the night he died. Some secrets refuse to stay buried. As she follo