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I wanted to understand what was going on and why I was involved. "Step away from her." Caelan's voice was sharper now. Ronan ignored him. He leaned in closer, close enough that I could smell leather and smoke on his clothes. His hand reached toward my face. "Don't touch her,” Caelen roared. Ronan's hand stopped inches from my cheek. He looked past me to where Caelan stood, and his smile widened. "There it is," he said softly. "Your wolf." He straightened and turned to face Caelan fully. "You're losing control, Black. Over a human."

My mind raced with concern. “Tell us, Roxy. No judgment here,” I said firmly. Val also sensed the strange tension. Roxanne’s face showed sadness instead of the expected euphoria. “It's... Jason,” she whispered in a low tone. If not for our heightened wolf hearing, the name would have been missed entirely. “The Jason?” Val and Vivi screamed in shock, but I remained silent, staring intently at Roxy. She nodded. “Yes, the same Jason you know. The Delta of Dark Moon Pack.”

It doesn’t help that I was starting to get a headache from all that crying in my head! ‘Okay, okay! Fine! If it makes you so happy, I’ll go see Beowulf! Now hush up in there!’ I gave in. ‘Yay~!’ I sighed at the change in tune. How on earth did I end up with a wolf more childish than my own children? Could it be that her own mentality digressed in the five years she was sleeping? Was that even possible for a wolf? “Um… Nex?” I looked down at Roxanne at her call, noticing her looking at me strangely.

While we were all required to take French in school, I had never quite picked it up. “Bonjour, Alpha Blake and Beta Lucas. I’m going to assume you have news,” Alpha Antoine greeted us in his French Canadian accent. “Good morning, Alpha Antoine. Alpha Blake speaking. One of my patrol officers has informed me that the scent from an unfamiliar werewolf pack was discovered just outside the borders of our pack. We’re concerned that our pack might be being cased. Do you have any information on your end?”

I heard Gavin say, sounding a bit uncomfortable, and I decided I would ask him why soon. "It was so much fun." Karen said, and I saw the same glint her father had in her eyes, and it worried me a bit. Had we unleashed a new terror? How could Karen kill wolves with her eyes closed, Wolves that were in hiding? I was going to ask her about it soon, but right now. We had a rogue to question. "Help me," the man said in obvious pain, " That woman is crazy, please help me. We were only trying to protect ourselves, we weren't doing anything." he said, and I looked at him funny.

It always wants to go ahead and tear her. Selina smiled proudly. She reached out and stroked the large wolf fur beside her. It has smooth black fur, and its yellow eyes are somewhat cold, but when being rubbed by Selina, it retracts its combative evil. "Windy, you take care of her." “Guru!” After a loud howl, only the gray-haired wolf named Windy was relieved to use his sharp claws to kill Orla. Orla only had time to scream, and then there was silence.

He demanded. Bjorn snorted and shook his head as he straightened up, clearly his nostrils. "You!" He looked at Aria then glanced at Prime Evans who was also giving Aria a strange look. He looked back to Dean then to Frank. "She's an Omega Wolf, yes? Why is her scent so distinctly attractive to us?" Aria tensed in fear as she felt Dean tense up and move his body to block her from the Dragons. "What the hell are you saying?" He growled, demanding an answer. Prime Mathers stepped closer with concern.

She stood out like a sore thumb. "So, you were attacked in the woods by an outcast? Lucky you." Roxy flipped her hair behind her shoulder. It seemed like she was the leader of this group. "Lucky?" Clara was confused. "Being a wolf is an honor." Roxy showed no hint of sarcasm. "The moon goddess must have shined down on you. Welcome to the pack." The other three girls repeated the sentiment. Clara found herself relaxing a little. They wore the look of mean girls, but didn't seem to fit that persona. Roxy stared at Clara, making her feel the need to speak.

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.

“Are you okay? Who are you speaking to? I ask, a bit worried. “It's a voice in my head, she calls herself Lyra. I know you might think I'm crazy and probably need to go to an asylum but it's the truth” “I believe you”. I say smiling at her while finally closing the gap between us, I reach out to her once again, patiently waiting and praying for her to take my hands. Just as she reaches out to me, I hear the ruffling of leaves nearby and then a different scent hits me. My instincts to protect her kicks in and I quickly tell her to get behind me while abruptly scanning the area for rogues. As expected, a couple of wolves jump out of hiding and begin circling us, their intent clear as they grow