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Without thinking about his actions he held her hand tight and pulled her to his chest, hugging her tight as she finally cried. “Do- Domi-nic Hale’s grandfather was a hunter.” Skye started while hiccupping and sobbing, whilst clutching onto the Alpha and Hakan felt his whole body freeze and his blood run cold when he heard the words following her sentence, “a Legacy Wolf hunter.”

The Howling Celestial Dog wailed as the chili powder stimulated its senses. Then, its huge body suddenly arched and fell heavily onto the ground, where it continued to roll. The Howling Celestial Dog was not a godly beast, after all. It was considerably stronger than the other enchanted beasts in the same realm, and its unique stunt was its excellent tracking ability. Pang Tong was right—the Howling Celestial Dog could only track things through its sensitive nose, so its nose was its strength and also its weakness. The chili powder was more torturous than open cut wounds.

Cale sighed and clicked 'Next'. "Rottweiler," Cale called out. "Bite force of 328 PSI. Loyal. Protective." "Too much drool," Elion shouted back over the sound of the washing machine. "I just bought new rugs." "Fluid secretion is a minor variable compared to home defense." "No Rottweilers." Cale grumbled. He clicked again. "Great Pyrenees," Cale said when Elion returned. "Livestock guardian. Independent thinker. Fur density suitable for coastal winds."

When I realsied what they had done I whirled around looking for a way out but they knew what they were doing, it was part of their training as Patrollers, hunting down their prey and trapping it. Solar was exhausted from the burst of adrenalin she had used to help us escape the Pack and her hung hung down as she panted hard I had never been in a good shape physically due to being mostly starved and worked until I dropped. It was telling on us now and the three males knew it, they stepped closer, and I could see their muddy brown coats. One was slightly larger than the others his black eyes lazer focused on me and I knew those orbs, this one was Reuben and when I glanced at the other two I co

Anger could be met head-on. Silence required patience… and patience demanded time I wasn’t certain we had. Everett stepped past the boundary marker first, his posture straightening slightly as his boots crossed onto familiar territory. He paused briefly, scanning the surrounding trees, listening for movement, scenting the air with instincts sharpened over decades. “Patrols will have sensed us already,” he said quietly. He was right. Even before his words finished settling, movement appeared ahead—shadows shifting between trees, then emerging into view with practiced caution. Two patrol wolves stepped forward, their expressions alert but controlled, their bodies tense until recognition regist

Panting hard, like I just ran dozens of miles. When we stand and sense the others around us, Infinity pushes me back and takes full control. She rounds on Zeus and growls out loudly in warning. Zeus growls back, as do Fang and Bolt, Thomas and Niall’s wolves. Zeus lets out a whimper again and Infinity relaxes her stance as she gets a good whiff of their scents. Infinity whimpers back at Zeus and he approaches with caution. As she sniffs him again, she begins to purr at Zeus. I want to shout out in glee when I feel her happiness. I haven’t felt her happy in so long. *I can’t believe it! She is so happy, Daddy. She’s still not speaking, but she is happy to see Zeus. And I can feel her exciteme

Cheyne raised his gaze at Everest, who suddenly spoke to him. "Are you talking to me?" Cheyne replied by mocking him. Everest chuckled sarcastically, then showed a disgruntled expression. For Everest, Cheyne is not a wolf worthy of being a beta. Cheyne has Rouge blood and has no pack. So Everest instantly looked down on him, who didn't have pure blood like him. "You should be more polite to me, Rouge!" Everest looked for trouble by taunting him back. Ethan instantly glared and was about to move forward, but Cheyne's hand blocked him.

he said to me. He didn’t wait for a response before I felt his arm leave my body and he charged forward, right at the people shooting at us. “Wait, no!” I cried out in protest of his actions, but he didn’t pay any attention to me. My head was down, but I could see him charging toward the guys dressed in black, standing at the top of the stairs while continuously pulling the trigger with their large guns aimed in our direction. I watched as Jonathan morphed into a large, brown wolf and took out the first man within his reach. His claws dug so deep into his neck that it was impossible at this point for that person to get back up on his feet.

Manners, jackass, I snap over mind-link. He swallows. “Exactly that. And he doesn’t smell distinctively like any of the royal families I’m familiar with either. We’ve got another gray wolf on our pursuit team—he’s actually leading it while I’m gone—and he agrees there’s no chance it’s nobility from Escuro, Snowcrest Canyon, or Dun’s Crossing.” “How lucky,” Estrella murmurs. The edge of disbelief in her voice stings. “Our gray wolves have the best sense of smell. You can trust that report.”

Ezra is not afraid because the other's goal is himself, but he also secretly thanks God because protecting Selena is simple as long as he could know the other's purpose. "Okay" Two black wolves with similar black fur, the most pronounced difference are their eyes. A pair of cold blue eyes clashed with a couple of fiery yellow eyes. A ferocious growl, sharp teeth. Their breaths were hot, and their heroic aura could not be underestimated. Ezra flew towards his opponent extremely fast, his sharp claws like blades attacking head-on. The mystic was someone who had also practiced sternly for years, so avoiding him was easy. He quickly switched from a passive position to an active attack.