Werewolf short stories
He was thrown backward, crashing into a tree with a sickening crack.
Everything went still. The fighting stopped, and all eyes turned to me.
Cole groaned as he struggled to his feet, his body trembling from the impact. His eyes, wild with disbelief, locked on mine. “What… what are you?”
“I am the Queen,” I said, my voice unwavering. “And you are done.”
For a moment, I thought it was over. Cole was defeated, his wolves hesitating, unsure whether to continue the fight. But then, from the shadows, a figure emerged—tall, robed in darkness, with cold, silver eyes that glinted in the moonlight.
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