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I knew that she was the perfect Luna for our kingdom. One evening, after a particularly long and exhausting day, I found myself in the library, seeking solace in the familiar surroundings. As I browsed through the shelves, I came across a book on werewolves history. I carried it back to the librarian who was sleeping as usual. I tapped on her desk twice to rouse her. "New addition eh?," I asked her showing her the book when she finally raised her head. She looked puzzled as if she was trying to recollect herself as she stretched her old limbs. She gradually came to and hastily greeted me with a bow as she recognized who was addressing her.

Another guy stood up, "I'm Ralph Bensen, a member of the beta hounds pack too. I like trekking. If you like to go trekking sometime, I'm pleased to help you." Lucian hit on Ralph's shoulder and made him sit in his place. "I'm Jacob Elrod, member of stealth Mane pack." "I'm Teo, a human." looked at the guys beside him and made a smile at me. "I'm Rudina Hart, alpha female of a howling jaws pack. Nice to meet you, Ms Hopper." Why are there so many werewolves in this class than humans? I saw the guy who helped me from the bus terminal to the school. The talkative guy? He's in this class too?

I ran my fingertips across the raised gold lettering and brown leather of the ancient book. At that moment, I realized this was my only connection to my people, the Arctic wolves. Looking at the Grimoire, I wondered if any other Arctic wolves from my pack had survived. After we stopped Nightshade, I intended to find out. But that was for a later time. If anyone did survive, then he or she could find me. But right now, we had to stop Nightshade. "Thanks, Bailey," I said, sighing in relief. "If you don't mind me asking, where did you get it?" she asked, her eyes filled with concern.

he urged Pascal, but it was too late, Pascal has teleported miles away from where he is. "Damn you, Pascal, fuck you, Georgi!! all of you are full of shit" Noah cursed in frustration. Jack Rich was about to leave his office when Pascal arrived inside, "I was thinking you won't come, it is good you did" Pascal nodded without saying anything "I talked with Jon Jon a few days ago, there is a werewolf on the loose, going about killing people, he wants you to tame it" Pascal didn't even bother looking down at the photographs he displayed on the table, he looked out through the glassy walls.

I laid back on my bed and went through the book calmly, it was an interesting thriller novel and I certainly can’t wait to unravel whatever mystery that was to come. The book had locked in, I forgot to glance at the clock, the minute I looked at clock, it was already evening, it was 7:44pm. I gasped and kept the book aside, I placed my leg on the floor and got up. That instant, I realized that there was actually no light, the power was out and the only reason I could see was because of the aid of my werewolf vision, I grumbled and immediately changed into a more fitting casual wear for going out. I combed my hair and applied my favorite perfume, after that, I drank a bit of water and headed

I heard Bazaar. I then know what the dark smoke was. It was wolfbane the substance they discovered to kill and weaken a wolf. The wolfsbane was now causing me difficulty breathing. My eyes run water and my vision became blurry still I didn't close my eyes. My eyes remained half-opened until I saw the dark dust that surrounded us slowly disappeared. When it did everyone within the wall was lying on the floor still and scared. It was not easy seeing them since my vision was still a bit blurry, but there was one image I could see clearly, and that was a white large werewolf that appears to be a she-wolf lying on the ground with a knife in its heart, covered in bright red blood. Bazaar walked ov

Maybe she could ask Zoran if she could spend a couple of hours here every day. Walking down the isles, she noticed all kinds of books. Some on witchcraft, others on vampires, elves, unicorns, dragons.. everything she’s ever read a fantasy book about, there was plenty of information on it. Just as she was going back to the first floor to wait on Zoran, she saw it. The werewolf section. She couldn’t control herself. She had already glanced at all the other books but those. Slowly, she made her way over, looking at all the titles and covers. Finally, she found what she was looking for. Reaching up, her fingertips grazed the spine as a hand grabbed her wrist.

He grunted. I didn't know if the biting was for me or himself. But I did get another thing to be curious about werewolves, and that was that they had a wolf they could talk to like a friend. It brought one ultimate question to my mind: do I have a wolf too? If I did, where was he hiding? Was he the one I always transformed to every time there is a full moon outside? "What do you mean about-?"

***Third Persons POV*** Nora raised her head from the sink and walked to the towel hanger at the side of the sink. She picked a blue cotton towel and dried her face with the towel by dabbing. Her eyes locked on the red moon outside the small glass window in the bunker. Her eyes glinted in anger as she mumbled "The Red Moon!!" Nora's mind quickly went back to the brutal story relating to the red full moon. Three centuries ago, a primordial Alpha werewolf, Ryker Starrk, went berserk and sexually assaulted and killed a young female vampire not knowing her lineage. Ryker Starrk was an aggressive and cruel werewolf the supernatural world has never known.

The alleyway was completely empty, save for a few rusted trash bins and the flickering glow of a broken streetlamp. Narrowing her eyes, Seven accelerated her pace. Her rented apartment wasn't far away; it was well within walking distance from the bar, located in a slightly weathered residential block just past the commercial district. Ordinarily, walking alone at night didn't bother her in the slightest. Her training made her more dangerous than ninety-nine percent of the predators lurking in the dark. She was just about to round a sharp corner leading toward the main avenue when a sudden, sharp fwhipt sliced through the quiet air.