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my body froze as her words settled in. Wolfsbane and Moon orchid. A poison. The same poison that Melanie and the servant girl had used the try and take me out. I shook my head. “It cannot be. Maybe you’re making a mistake or….” “I’m sure as hell of what that smell is. Any wolf with a sense of smell will be able to tell at first sniff. It has a potent smell in its natural form but in food….” She trailed off and it made sense. That was why it was almost undetectable in our drinks.

Whether this one is real or an imposter is anyone's guess. “You’re mistaken, Beta Elaine, Artemis here is a healer. A very powerful and talented healer, but he is not a Prophet” Roe’s Mate said. I am still yet to get his name. “You are?” Elaine asked him, “Forgive me, I am Lupus, former Alpha of Tri-Moon” he said as he put his hand to his chest and tilted his head. “Greetings, Alpha Lupus” Elaine responded with a tilt of her own head.

"It's the least." I heard Vanessa scold me and that wolf said that I was right, that the least he could do was to know, but taking action was different and that he already did that, It was at that moment that I realized that the alpha was a lupus and I even spoke uncertainly because I could be wrong, but he confirmed with his head that he was a lupus, I know he had previously told Vanessa to be his chosen one, but I still asked him and he just responded with another nod, and, that's when I felt a pain in my heart.

His eyes glowed faintly. “What are you doing?” I whispered. “You really want to know what I know?” he asked, voice low and husky. I nodded, heart racing. “Camryn…” He leaned in, his forehead resting against mine. “You have no idea what you do to me. From the moment you walked into Lupinemere, I knew there was something different about you. It’s like…” he paused, searching for the words. “Like the wolf in me can sense it. You’ve got this energy, untamed, powerful. It’s pulling me in, and I don’t even understand why.”

What adventures had they seen and what mysteries still awaited? For the first time since coming aboard, a flicker of excitement stirred within her. Perhaps this journey would be one of discovery after all. Amelia's thoughts were interrupted by the approach of the werewolf cook, Remus Massengill . He had a tentative smile on his face as he came to stand beside her. "Quite a sight, isn't she?" Remus said, leaning against the rail. "Old and battered she may be, but the Midnight Wolf has spirit." Amelia returned his smile. "She certainly does. It seems you all share that spirit."

“Mr. Lawrence calls me. Between, I want to know why the jackals were fighting the air after you fell.” A confusion stayed on my face for a while, and then a tiny voice of my wolf spoke to my mind, “she can’t see the witch, only the shifters and superhuman beings can see her.” And then I dropped my confusion off my face, looked into her eyes, and said, “you shouldn’t know this.” “Why, Leslie?” she asked “How do you know my name?” “You shouldn’t know this, too,” she said, looking away. “It sounds like revenge.”

“But how is it possible? Yer dead.” I give him a shy smile and wave. “Hi…I’m actually…my name is Lana,” I sputter nervously as a blush crawls up my cheeks. He might look like the actor, but his melodic voice is different. Where the actor was British, Rafael has a light, Scottish lilt. It’s not as obvious as Lucifer’s or Michael’s, but it’s there. Lucifer gives me a bemused snicker and whispers, “Stop ogling my little brother, lest I get jealous, luv.”

“Liam said you've found your mate... and that he's the Alpha King heir, Alpha Ronan.” “I'm going to kill Liam,” I muttered quietly under my breath. “Yes, ma,” I answered quietly. “Well, the Moon Goddess has truly blessed you. Alpha Ronan is a respected alpha in the werewolf kingdom, and he's really handsome and strong. You couldn't have asked for a better mate,” she happily said. “Is he more handsome than I am?” Liam's father asked teasingly. “Don't be petty, James. He's just a child,” Liam's mother said, and we all laughed.

she whispered. Isabeau bent, clutching the painting protectively. “Don’t crumple my special papyrus, Mama. I see him in my dreams every night. He talks to me. He said he’s our father—mine and Zander’s. And he looks like Zan, doesn’t he? They both have green eyes.” Her smile was pure light. But Seraphina felt only dread. The air thickened around her, heavy with the scent of spilled paint and fear. Dreams… visions… She had hoped her daughter would never inherit that gift. The blood of witches and Lycans mingled dangerously in her line.