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’ He demanded, and the voice sighed and went on, ‘If you will promise to remain calm and allow us to proceed uninterrupted, I will explain everything. Killian knew he had no choice; he had no idea where he was or what these things were capable of. All he knew was they were more powerful than the Dark Lord and the Warlock Merlin. ‘I’m listening.’ He stated, sitting on a very comfy white sofa and resting his head on the back. ‘Thank you.’ The voice said and began to explain. ‘Centries ago, when this planet was born, it had been decided by the Creators that it should hold a new life form, the one that developed into Homo Sapiens, or the Human Race.’

We were working on the *Chronicle of the Transition*—the official record of the ten million years it took for humanity to move from a species of conquest to a species of cultivation. "Mother, look at this," Sofia said, pulling up a digital graph that spanned the entire length of a holographic wall. "This represents the 'Empathy Quotient' of the global population over the last five million years. It’s no longer a curve. It’s a plateau. We’ve reached a state of collective emotional stability that the old psychologists thought was biologically impossible."

i say in the mind link "I sense them, micheal and few more warriors are on their way to you as we speak" he answers "Ok" i say cutting the mind link as the first rogue appeared in sight I tilt my head looking at him with confusion. It's common knowledge that rogues are banished wolves who aren't apart of any pack for various reasons. Most of them go mad and become violent creatures while some are able to survive and keep their sanity, but this one before me is different. I can sense his bloodlust and i can see in his eyes there isn't a shred of humanity left yet he's doesn't give the impression of being irrational, to put it simply he's like a functioning psychopath. He smiles kindly at me b

Ahanu, had shifted back and was running into the river to join me. "When the hell did you get so fast." he said while panting. "You've just always been slow" I chuckled and gave a splash in his direction. "So, Tyee... Tell me, are you nervous for this human girl to join us? Are you going to tell her what we are?" I thought for a moment. "I don't think I'm nervous, I knew I had to mate someone after I became Chief Alpha. I just didn’t know she was going to be a human. I know I'm going to have to tell her eventually."

They each gave us a brief story of how they lived before coming to the Brightwater Pack, and they were all touching. The first wolf, Gasper, was only 17 years old. He was separated from the pack and his family when he was just a baby, and was raised by humans in Britain. It was quite obvious since he had a thick British accent. He said he always knew he was different, having heightened senses and great anger issues. Even though he didn't know it yet, his wolf was working even before he became alive in him.

"They didn't start out human?" "If by human, you mean like we are now, then no." He shook his head, moving closer to the book. "Appendix A," he said. The book quietly flipped toward the back, its pages stirring the air with the smell of old paper. When it stopped, I unconsciously recoiled from the pictures on the page, finding it difficult to grasp what I saw. "What are those things?" I finally asked. The creatures had dark and hairy bodies. Their arms and legs were the same lengths, similar in proportion to an ape.