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All destruction he did on his twenty-second birthday had costs a million. He was glad that only him, his dad and Reagan was there. He was so embarrassed. He didn’t know that he transformed into the Ultima wolf that time since it was also full moon. But that was the reason why he was living on a condominium right now. His mom wrote her a letter and had his condominium as a gift. Now, in front of the waiter and the menu of drinks, he just ordered a juice and told them that he’s allergic to alcohol.

Ever since she'd seen the news about the release of Wolf in her New Reviews magazine, she'd had a feeling in her gut this was where she needed to look. Jamie had credited a lot of her information to a book titled Legends of the Werewolf. Lia had read and reread the notes her great-grandmother had handed to her in those last sad moments. Notes that told about generations past that came here from Romania and grew the pack. This had to be the book. Legends of the Werewolf. Surely there couldn't be two books with the exact same title.

Kyle asked with a deadpan expression. "Force? Kyle you know you were born for this and you can't escape it. The Lycans and Werewolf's need a good ruler that will defeat Grey Jang. After the Grey is gone, you can go back to your CEO life." Drew retorted and Kyle glared at him and Drew made the gesture of zipping his mouth and throwing the key away. Grey Jang is a vampire who seeks revenge on Lycans and Werewolf's. Grey claimed that the Werewolf's killed his wife and now seeks revenge. He had a lot of minions which he occasionally sent to the Werewolf territory but the Vampires were defeated by the Werewolfs usually because of numbers advantage.

Pascal responded "no, you are being followed by the vampires, be careful" Jack Rich's face darkened "I am sorry, I wasn't aware, I will be more careful, next time" Pascal didn't pursue the matter anymore "any news?" he asked immediately. "Yes, I was able to track down some werewolves in the City, they are very few, only one thousand werewolves," Jack Rich told Pascal. Pascal wasn't surprised "that is huge, and how many packs are there in the City?" he inquired. "None, the vampires get rid of any Alpha immediately, they rule the City, and they are not ready to share it with the werewolves, when are you coming out of isolation?" Jack Rich asked with expectation.

vampires and werewolves. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting eerie shadows across the town, the whispers of war grew louder. In the darkest corners of Orleana, vampires and werewolves gathered, their leaders strategizing and plotting, each seeking an advantage over the other. The streets, once bustling with life, now lay eerily silent, as if the town itself was holding its breath in anticipation of the chaos that was to come. In a dimly lit chamber beneath the town's largest estate, the hight twelve made up of the 12 most powerful and pure made vampires known as the elders where having a meeting to determine the fate of their race. Lord Valerian, one of the strongest vampire elders

He just couldn't move or speak. Miranda kissed his snout. “I'm sorry too, Taurus,” she sniffled. “But I'll be OK.” She wiped her eyes before heading back to the forefront. She opened her eyes and immediately realized that she had normal vision. Her nose could only pick up the unsanitary armpits of the men who were dragging her along, and her ears only could detect the silence among the gatherers who came to witness her whipping. There were maybe a thousand werewolves in attendance, standing around the field like spectators at a football match.

“You need to see this.” Curious, I crossed the room and knelt beside her. She held up a tattered scroll. Its edges were brittle with age. The writing was faded but legible and its angular script was unfamiliar yet strangely familiar to me. “What is it?” I asked, taking the scroll carefully in my hands. Rachel pointed to a passage near the bottom. “It’s a record of an ancient pact between witches and rogue wolves,” she explained. “It mentions a Wolf-mother—an original one—who brokered a deal with them centuries ago.”

As the light drains away from the sky, leaving almost all shadow invisible, the moon perceptibly peaks, replacing the sunrays of its glow. Surging breeze created rustling sound of trees in the woods, grasses on the ground, and birds chirping along with it. Discernible howl from the council leader, beta Marcus, gathered the Moon Stone pack in the amphitheater made of centuries stones which they called the Paramount. This revered place is where werewolves come of age, receiving their print for normal wolves, and the beginning of their first turn – normally at the age of sixteen.

“So, what do we need to know about Domlur?” Quinn asked while we are eating our breakfast at Rendall’s house. Last night, we decided to plan everything so that we can pull off this mission. It was supposed to be my mission but they used the word “our” and I can’t help but be thankful that I have them. “Well, Domlur is where werewolves live.” Quinn and I scowled at what Rendall said. That is common knowledge for god’s sake.

But the most important of all, is the new message that his sister, Rylie, got. Rylie is a special case of a werewolf, with its special role of being an oracle. They’ve discovered about this when an 8 year old Rylie suddenly talked about having a dream of a creature which she can’t see, and its message that has been passed to Rylie. ‘The true bloodline shall prevail. 8 years from now, the throne will be back to its roots. And shall not be dethroned again by a stained blood line. ’