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Lupu gestured for me to step inside the room, and as I hesitated, my eyes caught a disturbing sight: a creature resembling a wolf, but chained to the wall. Its eyes glinted with a wild, feral intelligence, and its fur was matted and scarred. I shouted without thinking, "What kind of wolf is that?" but the words barely escaped my mouth. Mr. Lupu looked at me calmly and replied, "That is no wolf, John. That is a werewolf," his voice steady but tinged with an ominous undertone.

Alexander's POV The moment Olivia's feet touched the cobblestone streets of Werewolf Central City, I couldn't tear my eyes away from her. The City's energy seemed to pulse around us, its towering buildings and flickering lights a stark contrast to the quiet life she knew. Her eyes widened, taking in the grandeur and the teeming life of the place, and despite the tension gnawing at my heart, I couldn't help but admire her resilience. "Welcome to Werewolf Central City," I said quietly, trying to mask my overwhelming concern beneath a thin veil of calm. "It's... overwhelming, isn't it?"

"We all heard those words. And amongst the many here, Alphas such as I know. You can say whatever you wish, delay the inevitable, but we all know... That is exactly that. An absolute waste of time. And I guarantee no other werewolf would want to hear any more of your excuse." Those words seemed to be the finishing blow for Ashley, as many in the audience glared at her. If there was one person who didn't, who else other than- "This is absolute bull!"

"Show up wherever you are!" I longed to see him once and for all, get the answers and run back home, it would be a pleasure to show that I was right. "Well, well, well." A thunderous voice sounded through the trees and it wasn’t Louis. "Look what we have here, Quanah Parker, the werewolf who refused to break the curse, but ultimately got a witch pregnant." That voice was not Louis’s and I knew something was wrong, my whole body rose with instinct screaming it was a trap.

Her concern was palpable, and I couldn’t help but feel touched by her caring nature. I sat up, pulling Adelynn gently towards me, preventing her from getting up. My arms wrapped around her in a protective embrace. Leaning in, I whispered close to her ear, "Hold on a second, beautiful. You might've forgotten one tiny detail – I'm a werewolf. Our healing ability is far superior to humans.” She didn’t reply nor did she try to break free. Instead, she looked up at me, her expression unreadable for a moment before she quipped, “So, are you saying werewolves are superior to humans?”

He leaned over to Andrei with a mischievous grin. ‌ "Hey, Andrei, did you hear about the werewolf who walked into a bar? The bartender says, 'Why the long fur?'" Lucas snickered at his own joke, expecting a laugh from his alpha. ‌ Andrei raised an eyebrow, trying not to chuckle. "Lucas, that's a classic dad joke. You'll have to do better than that." ‌ Meanwhile, Rosey, the sweet and innocent young sorceress, piped up with her own response. "I heard a better one, Lucas. What do you call a werewolf without legs?”

London's POV My brows furrowed and my jaws clenched as Alpha London's words reached my ears. I felt a surge of emotions within me, anger being the most abundant. I slowly stood from my throne, low growls emanating from my mouth as I steadily walked down the podium. "What did you fucking say, London?" I asked the still Alpha, my voice laced with a dangerous edge. I paused on the last step and maintained eye contact with the wolf as I said, "I would love for you to repeat what you just said."

When you had a solid glass wall overlooking the ocean and the Golden Gate Bridge, the extra eye-catching décor seemed pointless. To the left of the stairs was a bookstore. Hanging from the carved entrance was the old-fashioned sign of the Killed Sheep pub. An exact copy of the one that was in the movie "An American Werewolf in London". It was my abstruse allusion to the American werewolf behind the bar. "The Killed Sheep" was meant only for the supernatural. After all, everyone needs a strong drink and a good book. "Samantha." When I looked up, I saw two bright yellow eyes staring at me intently.

Aiden says slowly, worried that he’s just broken Jasmit. “You’re American, right?” she asks him. “Ye-es?” She hasn’t finished with Aiden yet. “You live in London?” Tony, Katie, Tim and I collectively facepalm while Aiden nods and looks bemused. “So you’re an American Werewolf in London!” Jasmit concludes triumphantly. “Jasmit, you’re confusing him,” I scold her. “They didn’t have cinemas where he grew up. It’s a film title, Aiden. A movie title. Jasmit, that was awful. Do go on, Aiden.”

he taunted, his voice laced with malice. Amelia swallowed her fear, her eyes meeting the werewolf's gaze with defiance. "We may be humans, but we've discovered the power within ourselves, the power to protect what we hold dear," she replied, her voice ringing with bravery.