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I say, watching her back straighten as interest flashes in her eyes. “What about him?” I lean forward, lowering my voice to a conspiratorial tone. “He’s distracted. There’s a woman—Hannah—from another pack. A weak omega with no connections, no wealth, no standing. Somehow, she’s caught his attention, but she could never be a proper Luna.” Roxanne’s lips press into a thin line, her fingers tightening slightly. “I’ve heard about her,” she admits cautiously. “She’s not even close to what Daniel deserves.”

- I don't know why I felt in my heart that my mother wanted to say more than she did. This wasn't the first time in my life, but since my father died this has gotten worse. - Mom? You didn't even seem too shocked by the location of the guy's house! - It's just that you finally have your breakfast Beck! We're leaving in thirty minutes to fix our hair for tonight. My mother didn't like to answer questions. I was used to it enough by then, so I didn't question anything anymore. I didn't question my father's obsession with wolf artifacts and legends, I didn't question why she wore a protective necklace against something that only existed in my books.

The air smelled like crayons and kid shampoo and that faint, indefinable pup‑scent that made her wolf settle even on the worst days. Luna was starfished across her little bed, one foot dangling out from under the blanket, wolf plush clamped under her chin. A new drawing lay on the nightstand, weighted by a plastic cup. Lyra picked it up carefully. Three wolves this time. One small, silver‑flecked, in the middle. One dark, teeth bared on the left—labeled, in wobbly letters, *mama*. One taller, with a crooked line for a leg and a big stick—labeled, painstakingly, *stoRm*.

In agonizing pain, Iron bath replied, "You're a minion of the evil sorcerer, I can smell nothing but his filth on you. You have no goodness left in your tainted soul. You should beg for mercy but it would be a futile attempt because I won't spare you!" As he spoke the moon shone brightly in the night sky bathing the fortress in her radiant light. Iron bath's eyes turned a brilliant yellow like a wolf's and he looked up straight into the mage's eyes, "Who am I? I am Ikoko- the Iron werewolf. Fang of the Oracle and these eyes shall be the last thing your tainted soul shall behold", he said in a deep fears inducing voice as he began to transform and every bone in his body began to break. The ma

someone else sneered with self-loathing. "There is only one answer to change all of this" a powerful warrior named Ronan said to his brethren. Ronan is a bulky and very powerful wolf. He has jet black hair which is longer and reaches his shoulders. His black eyes are sharp and his nose is slightly crooked. Just a single punch from him is enough for his opponent to fall. He is loyal to his pack and is yet to find his mate. When the warriors of the Blue moon pack heard his words, they looked at him expectantly.

He took his shirt off and tossed it on a chair on the porch. I turned around and stripped down to my underwear and could hear Azai shifting. Okay, Amara. Time to go for a run. Despite her quietness, she didn’t hesitate to come forward for a run. All my bones cracked and shifted, my face elongating, fur sprouting all over. Amara was a wolf that oozed power, even next to Azai’s wolf Xander. She was just as big as he was despite not being a male. “Alessia… your wolf looks different than before,” Azai’s rough voice sounded in my head.

Its eyes were black like she was possessed and her fur was yellow-like, not soft-looking, but rougher just like the rouges. As the wolf tried to get close, I started to growl strongly, waking up my pack. Everyone started opening their bedroom doors, peeking out, trying to see what was happening. The main door was halfway open, and somehow she must have made her way in through the main gate which was supposed to be guarded by two strong wolves, Baine and Cole. Suddenly I could hear two familiar strong growls and as I turned to look, I see them jump over me, landing next to the she-wolf. It was no other than Jake and Barbara, one of the omega wolves that had her bedroom door on Jake and Melody

Follow a lustful and humourous journey with Jenny as she tries to get her crush's attention. ***************** Chapter 1: Brette Grimwald Brette Grimwald. The finest and most popular student in school. He’s the type of wolf every she-wolf dreams of having. My eyes close, and I secretly sniff him. I was obsessed with the odor his body produces. He has a scent any she-wolves would die to be bathed in, just to have the smell of him. I know I would. I had managed to steal one of his sweaters from his locker. I use it to breathe in his aroma every night and would daydream about him holding me in his muscular arms. Tragically, my mom washed it and got rid of his scent, assuming it was mine. I hate

But it didn’t matter. The damage was already done. And that was when the air changed. Cold. Sharp. Different. A slow clap echoed from the shadows. “Well, this is disappointing.” Aria’s head snapped up. A figure stepped forward. Not Shadowfang. Not familiar. But powerful. Dangerous. Ronan. His eyes gleamed with interest as he took in the scene, the fallen wolves, the cracked earth, and Aria standing at the center of it all. “So this is the hybrid everyone’s afraid of,” he said.

The pack erupted into confused murmurs, their voices overlapping. Killian’s wolf snarled, his power rolling over the pack like a storm. “Enough!” he roared, silencing them. He turned to face Ronan fully, his chest bare, streaked with blood and moonlight. “You will not touch her. You will not take my pack. You want to fight? Then fight me.” Ronan’s grin was pure malice. “Gladly.” He shifted — but his wolf was unlike any Aria had ever seen. Massive, black as midnight, its fur shot through with veins of red light that pulsed like a heartbeat.