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“She’s one of us, Marek.” “Who is she? Is she a rogue?” Marek asks, his eyes widening. As the others on the search team return to their homes to shift, I tell Marek all I know about Roxy. “She’s hidden deep in Moonbeam Valley in a tower. She had long golden hair. She’s beautiful… but she’s a wolf shifter with no pack, no training. She doesn’t even know she’s like us.” Marek exhales slowly, pinching the bridge of his nose. “And you told her?”

The crystal tattoo—hidden just below her collarbone—glowed. Her breath caught. Her bones started to shift. “No…” she gasped, her voice cracking, eyes widening. Her vision burned gold. Her fingers split, twisted, grew claws. Pain tore through her spine as her muscles rippled beneath her skin. Her bones cracked, not with weakness but with power awakening. Her scream morphed into a growl as white fur broke through her skin. The assassin raised his sword high—too slow. Seraphina rose, fully transformed. A massive white wolf—no, not just a wolf. A Lycan. Her fur shimmered like snow in moonlight, her eyes now glowing a fierce yellow.

He finally found the person he had waited his whole existence for and was not about to let anything happen to her. With a snarl that ripped from the depths of his soul, he let the wolf rise, bones cracked, muscles stretched, skin rippled as Zodiak surged free, a massive wolf with jet-black fur and burning gold eyes. The pain was nothing compared to the terror slicing through him, the desperate need to reach her, his mate. Nothing, not rain, not darkness, not death itself, would keep him from reaching her. With a powerful leap, Zodiak vaulted over the balcony railing, landing silently in the soaked alley below. Rain sheeted off his thick coat as he sniffed the air, locking onto her scent, van

She asked and we nodded. After she left, Caius heaved out loudly. "We should bathe and go see her." Owen nodded in agreement so we all agreed to meet up again in thirty minutes. As much as Luna Allison can comfort our wolf, Sophia's presence would be more beneficial for us. Our wolf recognizes Luna Allison but it is more loyal and submissive to Sophia. Alexios should be on his way already, he had said he is going to rush up and take a bath, so we would be joining the two.

She was a vision in white, matching her jewelry to the golden threads of Ixion's clothes. Several of her attendants also donned gold in some form or another. And in her arms... The white wolf pup was unnatural to its very core. Seemed off in a way I couldn't describe. As if it shouldn't have been here. Possessed some unholy talents of some sort. Yet the goddess clutched it close to her chest as she walked forward.

Cora and Rose exchanged a quick look and then sprang into action, their wolves shifting before my eyes. Cora’s white wolf was slightly smaller but beautiful, her fur shining in the rain-soaked darkness. She was strong, though, her muscles rippling beneath her coat as she moved with grace and lethal precision. Rose’s golden wolf was a bit larger, breathtakingly beautiful and together they were a force. Even with the rogues closing in, their wolves stood firm, prepared to fight, positioning themselves between me and the rogue wolves.

"They wanted him, and they took him. Now, I'm going to get him back. Can I trust that my pack will still be here when we return?" "You're going to need backup." A new female voice called out as she strutted forward with a small collection of wolves behind her, each one emanating strength and power. "I'm glad he found you, Lana. My name is Scarlett, Luna of the Shadow Pack. Your mate has been harassing me for the past week to get my ass over here, and now he isn't even here to greet me. It's rude." The smile on her face told me she was joking, but I was too frustrated to force one back.

But today, she dared not speak further to avoid adding fuel to Harmony's anger. The morning sun, carrying warm rays of sunshine, shone into the quiet room on the second floor of the villa, on a spacious bed, and Rosabella Swara took a deep nap without knowing what the clouds were. From birth until she was 18 years old, she knew what it was like to be a true sleep, a true life even though her fate was only two Masters - Pet, a kind of vampire entertainment. Alexandra Dhara opened the door, and he stood at the end of the bed with her arms crossed.

Lionella took the blow better, but her face contorted with horror, and she took a step towards the porch of the house, then another. In the sudden silence, her voice echoed loudly, desperate and pleading: -Conrad! Conrad! Wake up! The girl's hair obscured her face, her hands trembled, almost dropping the artifact, but the Wolf Ruby shone brightly and smugly. Alisande, meanwhile, regained her balance, lowered her hands and began to sing again in an unfamiliar dialect. She looked almost transparent at that moment. It seemed to Vlad that a little more - and he would see the surrounding landscape shining through it.

Roxie brought her upper body up and used her elbow to bring it down on the top of Sienna's head. Sienna threw herself backwards to get Roxie off and Roxie flipped over onto her feet igniting a surprised roar from the crowd. Sienna had apparently had enough and went into her shift, transforming into a nearly red colored wolf within seconds. Roxie transformed into her wolf. The two went toe to toe with Sienna aiming for her throat. Roxie's wolf dodged attack after attack, before finally latching herself onto Sienna's hind leg. She clamped down and she could hear the bones splitering under her jaws. She clenched and pulled back tearing some of the flesh with her. Sienna howled in pain and this