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“I’m here for her.” Selene’s pulse quickened. “What do you want with me?” The man’s smile widened, but there was no warmth in it. “You’re far more important than you think, little wolf. And I’m here to collect what’s owed to me.” Before Selene could react, the wolves lunged, their snarls echoing through the clearing. Ronan shifted into his full werewolf form, but there was no denying the overwhelming odds against them. The man had brought more than just a pack of wolves he had come for something far more dangerous.

Jackson glanced over at Zain who was staring at Liam. “Not really… I don’t exactly see werewolves as a different species. They literally speak the same language that we do. Look at them. In human form, they’re near identical to us.” Liam and Zain both stared at Jackson. Jackson shrugged when the silence stretched too long. “So your only issue with a wolf-human relationship is that one is owned by the other?”

The werewolf looked at the already cold Jenny, purposely sarcastically saying, "Are you the Human Race woman who married the predecessor of our tribe's leader? Call the cursed ugly wolf her husband, are you mentally disturbed?" "Well, you're all smelly of that ugly wolf, won't you bring a curse?" The werewolf finished speaking, making a panicked expression, as if she had the taste of a gray wolf that was a contagious virus. Jenny clenched her fists tightly, and a fierce fire of anger rose in her heart, burning her chest with pain, making her suffocated and unable to breathe. She knew werewolves didn't like gray wolves, but she hadn't expected them to hold such a grudge against Nick.

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The moonlight shining down on the pages illuminated the words in a way that made them seem to come alive. Without thinking, Verena sat down in the nook by the window and used the full moon as her light. She began to read from the book. "Seriona," she read the name written as the title of the first chapter. The story was captivating, and she was drawn in by the tale of werewolves. It was about a pack, led by their king, Lucas, who were cursed by a powerful witch named Seriona to only be alive inside the book. They were inside their own world where they could no longer harm humans, and the world was called Lunaria. The tale sent shivers down her spine; it was so wonderfully written, and the em

"But there are things you don't understand about me. Things that could put you in danger." Luna didn't care about the danger. All she knew was that she wanted to be with Jaxon, no matter what the cost. And so, they began a secret romance, meeting in abandoned warehouses and dark alleyways, always careful to avoid the prying eyes of the other werewolves in town. But as their love grew stronger, so did the danger that surrounded them. Luna began to suspect that Jaxon was hiding something from her, something that could destroy everything they had built together.

If he succeeded, he would be unstoppable… … but he didn’t, because in her reality in Fairbanks, Vak Smallchief is still known as the first werewolf in history and the only werewolf ancestor who receives 7 salutation howls on the nights of the Full Moon Feasts. Where did that leave Nikjin? “You are a beautiful sight to behold in wasteland such as this,” he said, appearing in front of her like an apparition.

My hands fly to my neck as I struggle to breathe. Fuck. It was a dream. And I finally understand why Adrian Raven is strange. Why this place feels strange. Adrian Raven is a werewolf. And I’m trapped in his world. ***

It took a step toward me, then paused, before turning away. My heart raced as I watched the beast disappear into the night. The adrenaline coursing through me was intoxicating, and I couldn't help but follow. It led me to the edge of the French Quarter, where the buildings gave way to the swampy fringe of the city. The moon cast a silver glow over the murky waters, and the air was thick with the scent of decay and life. As I ventured deeper into the shadows, I heard the distant sound of a struggle, the grunts of a fight punctuating the stillness. My instincts screamed at me to stay away, but the book's stories of the werewolves' code of honor and protection spurred me on.

“He’s clearly got you on drugs or something.” “That’s ridiculous. I’m completely sober.” “Are you, Camille? I should give you a test or something.” He checked out the other books. More vampire romance? Where were the werewolves? He saw none. “Wrong,” Dire grumbled. Don’t worry. We’ll get her proper books. Maddox browsed more of the vampire books and realized that they all had the same author. Grace Moon. That was an interesting name.