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Looking at it now, I couldn't believe how foolish I'd been. "Elara." A voice came from the gate. I looked up. Silas stood there, a bag of fruit in his hand. Silas was a neighbor I'd met here. A native wolf of the Southern Pack. He ran a small architectural design studio. When I first arrived, I'd happened to apply for a position there. That was how we met. "How are you feeling today?" He walked in and set the fruit on the table. "Brought you some oranges. Thought you might like them."

He let himself be the wolf he had never been allowed to be, the wolf who had been buried under years of rage and pain and fear. Lysander sat in the library, reading aloud from an old book. His voice was soft, calm, steady, a gentle flow of words that carried the young wolves into other worlds, into other times, into other lives. The young wolves gathered around him, their eyes wide, their mouths open, their minds hungry for stories of the past. He read tales of the first wolf, of the packs, of the world before the shadow, of the wolves who had built the first territories and the wolves who had kept the peace, of the wars that had been fought and the peace that had been won. He smiled when th

Mike remarked as his self-assurance dwindled. He rolled his eyes and said, "But since when I started reading books." He went to the antique books and manuscripts corridor after arriving at the library. And began looking for collections of eternal wolves. Yona, meantime, was in the corridor's opposite column. She was researching about werewolves in order to give her novel's readers a glimpse into the true world of werewolves. Yes, I didn't tell you that Yona is a creative fantasy fiction author who works part-time for online novel apps.

Handsomely! On the other side of the clearing, a large black she-wolf with piercing green eyes stood and examined me, just like I did her. With every step she took in my direction, the skin shone with silver from the light of the night luminary. I just as cautiously walked towards her, remembering the stories of older werewolves about how important the first contact with the inner beast is. After all, if for some reason a wolf is offended by a human essence, the change of hypostasis and being in a second guise can turn into a real nightmare! The discord between man and beast often drove werewolves to madness, which I personally absolutely do not want!

Yes, Korotkov felt no better, but he no longer pushed Pasha away from him. Now only the Dryad and Kisa have returned. Only I would never have thought that the search in their forest could take so long. After all, their forest was audible rocks ... The girls did not go into the details of their journey, but apparently they also had "uninvited" guests, like we have in the north. Why then white wolves attacked a flock of snow leopards is still not clear. And where these wolves came from is also not known. Maybe Marun already knew something, but I don't talk to him, and Pasha didn't mention anything about it.

The list was either empty, or small, or became too long and therefore absurdly indirect. Kohan made several accents, one of which stood out in particular: Knave. A disgusting wolf who raped me once and intended to rape me a second time, enlisting the support of his friend Nasty and a young she-wolf, whom Boris loved to wring out so much, whose name I did not remember, but who could know what Boris did to me before took him home. Knave and Nanosavy were killed in my presence, but no one knew what became of the she-wolf. Grisha's guys, according to him, did not participate there, leaving that hut right after me and Boris, and the wolves dealt with it.

He'll want to share all of his new experiences, and I'm worried it'll be with a girl as delicate as Mandy, since she's the only one her age in the pack. Young wolves are easy to create problems together, as they think they have their own formed pack and the tendency to think they already know everything. But it's just two teenagers figuring out how things work. However, it is outside my domain to think that I can do anything about this nature. After all, that's exactly how you learn what's right and what's wrong, and that's exactly how I learned it too. I rubbed the back of my neck and sighed as I stared at the two of them.

She said softly. Caleb rubbed at the nape of his neck, not for the first time, regretting that he didn’t have many references for humans who had been turned to wolves. The rarity of her case, made explaining things far more difficult for him, and it wasn’t because he hadn’t tried to read up on it. There were a few books in the library, but the details in regard to such a topic, were only focused on humans who had been turned willfully, having mated with a wolf. There was nothing on those who had been turned forcefully.

Even though the two massive creatures were still intertwined in mid-battle, they froze every muscle as Mj fought to trudge through the soft, all consuming yellow sand that surrounded them. As Mj finally arrived at the two frozen wolves, she collapsed to her knees in front of them. “why” she mouthed, and the two creatures released one another to sit in front of her. They spoke in tandem, “you brought us here, to the home we destroyed and left so long ago.” Mj reached up to cover her ears as the harmony of both wolves' voices bounced off the inside of Mj’s brain. “Theron,” she almost whimpered, and the large black wolf wrapped his great arms around her and pulled Mj into his vast chest. Mj sn