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Well, I needed some air. He studied me for a bit longer. "You shouldn't be here. You'll find more than just air in these woods." A shiver ran down my spine, but I squared my shoulders. "You mean the stories? Monsters in the woods, werewolves on the hills, and the whole vampire bullshit?" I gave a laugh. "I don't believe in fairy tale." His head tilted slightly, and I couldn't read the expression that passed his face. "You think they are fairy tales?"

The couple exchanged vows, promising to love and protect each other till eternity. As the ceremony comes to a close, the pack begins to howl in celebration, their voices echoing through the forest. The newlyweds join in, their howls blending together in a beautiful harmony. As the night wears on, the pack dances and sings, celebrating the love between Alpha Altan and Luna Esen. It is a night that will be remembered for generations to come, a symbol of the enduring bond between werewolves and the moon.

"Mating period for werewolves. It will destroy both emotions and offspring." "We must not be cursed to kill humans," Rondolf interjected. "The super moon is supposed to be sacred to us werewolves." Rula was silent. If Rondolf thought she understood, then the man was wrong. Rula was even more confused. "I will return to NorthWulf and ask Rockley to set up a meeting. We will do it peacefully to fetch Vabal." Rula blinked, she thought as she bit her bottom lip. Rula then looked at Rondolf again. "May I know where it is, Rondolf?"

They had been givin a bad reputation of being murderous beast, thanks to the humans who told such horrible lies. These werewolves were the descendants of the moon. A better way of explaining it would be that the moon was their own version of God. She was the one who created the werewolf breed herself. She was or is the Moon Goddess. It was said that she gave them a very special gift, the ability to feel or sense who their true mate is. Its called the mate bond which is avery strong feeling that either one would beable to feel when they are close to one another. Like what a soul mate would be for humans. The wolf people had many tribes or packs, as they were called. Each pack would have a mal

Would there come Pease between them or would there be even more difficulties on their path to love. "May there be peace and no hatred." That's what the words were of the late werewolf king lying on his dead bed. Now there would be a new king or queen chosen by the moon goddess. He hoped he or she would make the werewolf world a better place.

I didn’t try to get the scene behind my eyes like I usually try to, I let it play again this time, relieving when the kiss happened, sleep welcomed me without me knowing. I saw a wolf, a huge black wolf. I looked around trying to figure out where I was but all I could see was a maze of trees, my heart thundered. The wolf standing a few feet away from me it didn't look like it was a normal wolf, it was more compared to the a wolf. It had black furs and long sharp pointed canine that looked sharp enough to rip iron apart. It stared at me like a predator stalking its prey, waiting for the perfect moment to lunge.

Her body is more lean and thin, but I wouldn’t underestimate her. Not only was the dinner situation unexpected, but my wolf paced restlessly in my mind. Alora, my beautiful reddish-brown furred wolf, mumbled under her breath constantly. She mentioned mates but then acted confused and said they weren’t mates. I definitely felt a pull to both of the strangers, but it was weak. I agree with Alora’s confusion. The guy was a vampire and the woman smelled like a human yet not, code for witch in my senses. There is no way I could been mated to either one of them, never mind both!

Andrei If there’s anything that I’m highly impressed about the American and German werewolves, it’s their ability to make a huge entertainment just being, you know, them. Who would’ve thought that the American she-wolf and the German Alpha will get hitched? No one in the room, for sure. But, hey. At least Gio is now getting some action. Unlike me. Seems like I’ll be forever wooing the she-wolf who will always pine for someone else.

Not wanting to break the spell of the story, I stayed silent and waited for him to continue. "The thing is, the guy was a werewolf but his mate was human. She wanted to escape with him, so she packed a few of her belongings away and decided to meet him at midnight," he said. "When she went to meet him that evening, her parents and several other townspeople had discovered their plans and the couple never made it anywhere. They were both put on wooden posts, stripped naked and burnt alive." A lump formed in my throat and even though I didn't know the couple, my heart hurt just thinking about how much in love they were.

Louis shouted in front of Harem. "How that could be. Azura is an immortal werewolf." Harem stammered; he looked over at Azura to verify. Louis couldn't contain his anger any longer; he grabbed Harem's collar and shouted uncontrollably: "Neither she nor her damned lover is immortal werewolves anymore. It was she who ruined all my plans. I have to kill it." Harem was shocked; in a moment of anger, Louis turned into a werewolf with sharp teeth, then he quickly returned to his original form. Harem tried to calm down and said: