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Next day **************** It was sunday and today it was full moon day. Every full moon day, alpha Jack and Elena used to organize a party for their packs at a resort which was 14 km away from the city in the midst of a dense forest. A loner wolf used to find mate in the party. They used to howl together after the party around 1 o'clock. " Carol, get ready a nice dress for today's party." her mom said while picking up a dress for herself.

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a male spoke. "Tomorrow, I shall put a stop to him, once and for all," said Alpha Deucalion. "We shall fight against you!" the men said angrily. "And I too," I wanted to join him as well. Alpha Deucalion looked at me. "My people are being fooled by him and I want to prove to them that he is a werewolf," I told Alpha Deucalion as I raised the cloak in my hand the witch gave me that Bazaar is using to act as a human.

Rowan left before Iris could see him. Iris sat up and looked around. The air stank of blood and the bank was carpeted with dead bodies. Iris felt nauseous and and finally threw up. "Tell me I was dreaming" She looked at her best friend who looked at Japh. Japh shook his head. "You were…he was…" Iris pointed and touched her forehead. "Breathe" "Werewolves don't exist, right?" She suddenly stood up. "Because there's no way I just saw you change into a...oh no!"

And I had seen too much of the world – its cruelty – to have any illusions. I could deal with cold facts, though. Pushing aside the pile of assorted clutter in front of me, I turned on my laptop and searched up the net, browsing the links strictly available only to the werewolf community. Those links are used to teach younger wolves about their origin in schools and high schools. Within minutes, I’d found another artifact written by my parents. Deciding that I needed to take a second, I clicked on it and while the page started loading, I gulped down the rest of the mango juice, needing to feel the cold drink going down my throat to feel somewhat better.

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Later, after I'd shifted back and put on clothes (at Elowen's insistence), we sat together in the living room while Rowan typed furiously on her laptop. "Werewolves," she muttered. "Werewolf lore. Werewolf origins." "You're not going to find anything useful on G****e," Elowen said. "You'd be surprised what you can find on G****e at 2 AM with the right search terms." Rowan's fingers flew across the keys. "Okay, so most of this is garbage. Hollywood stuff, horror movie crap. But there's some older folklore that's interesting."

I can’t just stand and watch this. I step back from the door and grab my phone. My hand trembles as the screen lights up. I type: immortal beings myths, then Elaria supernatural stories. Search results pile up—cheap blog posts, conspiracy forums, old news snippets. It all feels fuzzy, not making sense. But one word keeps popping up: werewolf.

A werewolf was usually marked once and if by any chance, she was rejected, it became hard to find a second-chance mate. Not everyone was lucky but it did happen. That's why she put more of her time into her cloth making. It was how she earned money, yet it still scared her that she may die a lone wolf. Helen had heard many heartwarming stories about the werewolf who had telekinesis, a great warrior, and a handsome beau. Alpha Max was every woman's dream man but there were stories that he fancied and paid no attention to any female. There were unconfirmed stories of how a virgin wolf had sneaked into his chambers at night hoping tokeemaa asa when he lost his wife.

Be it heat, she, and mate, claims, they're all synonymous with werewolf fiction. Surprisingly, Yesran's cell phone couldn't find many articles related to werewolves and such creatures, all seemed to be restricted. Yesran suspects that Melia has set her cell phone in such a way that Yesran can't find out or open the article page about the creatures of the night. So, the only thing Yesran could do was go to the library to find a non-fiction book about werewolves. "Where are you going, Yesran?" asked Melia when Yesran came down the stairs in neat clothes and carrying a bag.