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John by the Moon Goddess herself—a gift that set them apart in both strength and reputation. Their distinguishing feature lay in their wolf claws, a striking midnight blue hue that held a formidable power. Any wolf wounded by the claws of a Nightclaw could not rely on their innate wolf healing to quicken the recovery process. This ability struck fear into the hearts of both rival packs and rogue wolves alike, cementing Nightclaw’s status as one of the most powerful packs in the region.

His eyes focused on me. "I, Alpha Adam Turner of the Dark Shadow pack, except your rejection Alison Newman, daughter of Alpha Blake Stone of the Midnight Moon pack." At his words, a sharp pain shot through my heart, causing me to gasp. With all the pain going through my body in such a short amount of time, I lost consciousness. Everything went black as I felt myself fall back the few inches back to the floor. Owen

My inner wolf snaps awake in my chest, slamming against my ribs with a violent, desperate howl that makes my breath catch in my throat. I jump to my feet, my claws instantly extending as I spin toward the shadows near the terrace. Standing in the moonlight, his massive, broad-shouldered frame blocking out the night sky, is Ronan Nightcrest. He isn't wearing his formal high-enforcer armor tonight. He wears a simple, dark leather tunic cut low at the throat, revealing the golden, muscle-bound expanse of his chest and the dark, jagged scars of a True Alpha warrior. His crimson eyes glow with a terrifying, predatory intensity in the dark room, his gaze locked directly onto me like a beast markin

ARAH Danger prickled the back of her neck a split second before her mind caught up. Her body moved first. The wind tattoo on her forearm peeled away from her skin, snapping into the air like a released whip. In the same breath, her owl sigil burst free from her abdomen, the tiny inked shape stretching and unfolding mid-flight. Wings widened, bones and feathers building themselves out of glowing sigil lines until her female owl was a colossal bird above her, shadows of its wings swallowing the moonlight.

The both of them began walking to the staircase that led up, to the next floor, where Citadel K was. “So what other differences do you think there are?” Harold who had been studying a small-sized blonde who seemed to be crying in a corner turned to look at her. The student had the same stature as Derek, Harold remembered, but Derek had been a Enchanter. A wizard, precisely. There was no way this weeping student was related to Derek. “I didn't hear what you said,” he said, turning back to look at her. “What other differences do you think there are between the pup of an Alpha and a normal wolf?”

I smiled back with a bloody wolf smirk. "Hi Lance! Thanks!" she called and I barked back at her. She and I began fighting back to back as the rogues and warriors came at us faster. I glanced to see Alpha Jack and Luna Sara doing the same along with Stacy and Troy on either side of us. We fought for what felt like hours but was probably only a few minutes. Suddenly, Creed and Shimon came running over to us. Creed was a huge black wolf but Shimon was still in human form. They positioned themselves on each side of Samantha.

As a consolation price, I did write two more chapters of The Luna’s Prophecy that I wrote a few nights ago. so chapter 2 and 3. they're still drafts, and things might change. but for now, I'm thinking of Orion to be mixed race. I haven't decided what race, though, lol. but not completely white, and in my head, he kind of looks like Chris Brown or Zayn from One direction. this tattooed guy, with a nose piercing. but tall and muscular. I am trying to find the perfect picture, but I am unsuccessful until now. so maybe once I do publish the story, I'll change the way he looks.

Her older brother stayed a few days with their mother and few with his father. Her mother couldn't handle the shame and false accusation, so she also painted the entire blame on Zinnia abusing, cursing and forcing her into child labor. Omega's were known as extremely lowly and were treated like slaves in Dante's Pack and it became uglier after Dante became the Alpha of the pack replacing his father.

"In my world, he is a Shadow Knight. He bound his soul to mine." "Mine is an Enforcer," Mafia Vespera said. "Takes a bullet without blinking." "Mine is a Cyborg," Cyberpunk Vespera added. "Titanium chassis. Heavy artillery." They all looked at Cyprian. "It seems," Modern Vespera said, raising her glass, "that in every universe, we have excellent taste." "To the Wolf," Vesper toasted. "To the Wolf," they echoed. Cyprian hid his face in his hands. "I need more scotch."

Harshly unclasping the arms of the Lady Lycan and pushing her a step away from him, Owen said curtly, "Enough Casey! Who do you think you are that I should take your permission, huh?" The Lady Lycan clinging to Owen that Owen just pushed away was Casey. She was shorter than him and also younger than him by 2 years. Casey was a 25-year-old Lady Lycan with a dusky complexion. Her face was square-shaped that bore plump lips painted in black on top of which was a round nose with a black nose ring. Her full cheeks had a light tint of blush that made them appear rosy pink. Her small blue beaded eyes were heavily colossal. Her slender, dusky figure was draped into a black ruched one piece that casc