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the interviewer asked. “I have nothing much to say to the people of the world because there's really nothing they can do. Only the governments of the world can do something about this, and only their people can make them act. One thing I'll say is that there are only three cities where all the werewolves are currently located. These cities are Willow Crest, Mystic Meadow, and Westerville. They'll soon spread to the rest of the world if not tamed, and all hell will break loose when that happens,” the man said.

Behind us, the pack stirred, their energy electric in anticipation. "Ready?" he asked softly. I nodded, his hand clutched firm. Together, we two lifted our faces up toward the rising moon, and for the very first time in history, a pack of werewolves had howled out in open heart of London-not secretly, but in celebration, for a new dawn saw shadows give way to light.

The alpha king glared at him. " You dare stand before me and speak of my death. Do you know what this place is? This was where I killed the old lady. Sophia witnessed it and ran. This place was where you had your first meeting to dethrone me. " He paused and smiled. " And this is where I will start clipping your wings. I let you fly too high. " " What?" Ruckus smiled. " Try and see." " Do you know how strong a werewolf can become after killing?" The alpha king released his claws and started walking to the oak tree.

Bushes, trees and plants surrounding them with an open path filled with dried leaves where Lyra and the chauffeur drove on. Unlike humans, werewolves loved to live in dense forests. After all, they were still part animals. As he drove, she noticed the scenery getting less dense. It was like they were getting to the city. She could see houses surrounded with minimal trees. Tarred roads. It seemed like she was entering the Crescent Pack, the one she had just left. “Woah...” she muttered breathlessly. The high buildings and modern life was a shock to her. She never thought her pack would ever get this civilized. Well, at least not in her time.

The fate of the werewolves and vampires hung in the balance once more, their futures entwined in a web of love, betrayal, and the relentless pursuit of power. As the final act of the Beta's treacherous plan began to unfold, the Werewolf kingdom was thrown into chaos. Outside the kingdom walls, a false alarm was created, luring Prince Amareux away on a mission to resolve the supposed threat. It was the perfect diversion, allowing the Beta and his cohorts to capture Arayah, their poisoned prey.

A news report played, and my heart sank as I watched the footage unfold before my eyes. The scene depicted a crowded mall, chaotic and filled with panic. A man—no, a werewolf—moved with unnatural speed and strength, his eyes wild with an unfamiliar madness. Low, guttural growls rumbled from his throat, a chilling sound that sent a shiver down my spine. People scattered, screams filling the air as the man pounced on unsuspecting shoppers.

“Winter, if she was pushed off of a cliff, he didn’t kill her. Werewolves can’t die by drowning. It might cause them some discomfort. But they’ll still come out of it alive. Didn’t you hear what Roman told me?” Winter shook her head. “Sorry, I was a little busy distracting myself with clothes. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a closet like that before.” “Me, either,” said Nora, smiling, “but Roman told me that a werewolf could only be killed by a few things. One of their own kind, fire, and silver blessed by a priest.” Winter glared. “It doesn’t matter. It was cruel. He shouldn’t have done something like that.” “It wasn’t Ares.”

"As I mentioned before, there were seven werewolf packs before Andrew and the Queen ruled together. Lycans are the strongest, essentially the royalties of our time. Elemental wolves are the offspring of a werewolf mating with a witch. Crescent wolves only shift when there's a full moon. Cursed wolves could have been normal shifters if it weren't for the fact that they lose self-control over their wolves during a full moon, red moon, or blue moon. Pack wolves, like your previous pack, live under the rules of an alpha. Rogues used to live together but without following the pack's rules. They don't follow an alpha and prefer to be individuals.

Rendall asked as we saw the arrow hit its leg and growl in pain. “He has company,” I calmly muttered and prepare my spear for the hunt. After saying those words 10 more werewolves appeared in all directions, blocking our sight with their huge bodies and all of them seem to have the same brown hair. “Is it the whole pack from Domlur?” “No, I don’t think so.” Werewolves growl as they slowly walk with their claws ready to slash everything or everyone on its way. We, on the other hand, are prepared to do everything. The werewolf that was shot by Quinn using her arrow slowly fell to the ground making its comrades look at us with hatred and disgust.

He spoke: "I know you are confused about a lot of things: you have been given a gift by the Oracle- you are now a werewolf but your mind is yet to adapt to your new abilities. You will experience heightened senses, a burning anger, and a fearful hunger. Under a full moon, your abilities will increase but so will your desire for blood. Eventually, you will learn to control this but for now you need to be careful let's the beast in you destroy what you cannot restore"