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Leslie groaned awake as Tara and Zak dragged a table across the shattered window and braced it with chairs. “Tom? You can’t be out of bed,” Leslie said, pushing up on her elbows. “Jakey, what’s happening? What are those animals?” “Werewolves,” Jake said, eyes not leaving the hall. “They’re real.” Tara peeled a slat of the front blinds. “They’re everywhere,” she whispered. “Sniffing. Hunting.” Zak joined her, jaw tight. “Can we make the car?” She checked—froze. “They’re ripping the W.R.X. to pieces.”

The memory of that sudden, tearing pain was still fresh, still throbbing dully in my overstretched pussy. But at the same time, I wanted him. Moon goddess help me. I'd heard stories from the she-wolves in my pack about their first times with their mates. They'd spoken of soft, tender touches and slow pleasure, of gentle lovers who made them feel cherished and adored. None of them had mentioned pain like this. None of them had warned me it would feel like being violently split apart by an unyielding brute. That made me realize it was going to be a completely different story for me.

I continued, my gaze locked on the detective. Reyes swallowed hard, but he didn't blink. "Yes." "The stories are real," I said. I felt the power in my blood stir, a silver hum that resonated in the marrow of my bones. "The myths, the monsters in the dark, they aren't metaphors. We aren't just corporate heirs or rogues." I leaned in, the blue light of the warehouse reflecting in my pupils. "Werewolves are real," I said, the words finally free. "And we are one."

The little girl obeyed eagerly, discovering a title written in strange swirling letters across the center of the page. “Mom, what does it say? I can’t read yet…” Disappointed that she couldn’t decipher it on her own, she pouted softly and curled up against her mother’s chest. Her mother smiled tenderly and began reading aloud. “It says: Lycanthropic Myths and Legends. My dear, this book was written a very long time ago, and every wolf must own a copy. It tells of the origins of werewolves,the first transformation, our laws, and even the sacred bond of soulmates.”

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It was hard to believe, but she had seen the evidence herself and there was no denying it. As a teenager, she used to read all those cheesy online fics, a werewolf falls in love with a human, and though he faces criticism and challenges, he sticks to the woman because she is his " Mate ", specially given to him by the moon goddess. She used to find stories like that romantic, and then her stupid brain would always wonder if there was someone out there for her as well, her soulmate.

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There is this one story that is always told called 'The Wolf People' (The Wolf People) Thousands of years ago, there was a tribe of people who lived in the deep parts of the forest known as the Wolf People. It's been said that these people had the ability to change or shape shift from human to wolf, also known as werewolves. They had been givin a bad reputation of being murderous beast, thanks to the humans who told such horrible lies.

The vivid descriptions of the werewolf's transformation during the full moon had ignited a flicker of unease within me. I couldn't help but wonder about the tales of uncontrollable savagery, where the werewolf would become a menacing force, driven by a bloodlust that knew no bounds. With a tremor in my voice, I posed my question to Freda. "Freda, during the full moon, is it true that werewolves can become menacing creatures, driven to kill without reason or control? Are those stories of uncontrollable savagery based in truth?" Freda met my gaze, her eyes filled with understanding. She recognized the weight of my question, the genuine curiosity tinged with a trace of apprehension.

"You don't have to care about that, it's not safe for a young girl like you to be here alone. You should go home!" "Thank you but is there a wolf over a hundred years old here?" Afraid of him thinking too much, I added. "My grandfather is very sick, I heard that there is a werewolf over a hundred years old here, so I wanted to ask for the secret to a long life, but unfortunately I can't find him." The werewolf's attitude immediately changed. "Life and death are predetermined, you have to accept." He growled, holding out his sharp claws in front of me. "And now go home."