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he said, kissing my forehead, before shutting his door and going downstairs. "What do you want for dinner?" he yelled from downstairs."I'm not that hungry," I replied, while going to join him downstairs. "And why is that?" he asked. "We had an early dinner at the mall earlier." I said. "I'm sending someone to get pizza then," he said as he placed his order. Then someone from the pack will go pick it up. Of course they get paid. It's like a delivery service, but werewolf style. Because 1) no human is to know where the pack is located. 2) no delivery service would want to deliver pizza in the woods without wondering why that was the location. 3)Humans would be suspicious as to why there are be

It was so much so that he ran over to the guy and hugged him from the back. “Good morning!” he said while his face was buried in Nico’s shoulder, sniffing. “You still… smell so good…” “Seriously, man? You do know that werewolves think I stink, right?” said the vampire, who was surprised by the act, but didn’t make any moves to push his friend away. Even with the question, Ben didn’t stop with the sniffing. It wasn’t as forceful as how he did it last night, considering he now had better mental faculties.

She also informed me that werewolves were immortal, which meant that they could choose to be trapped at the age of 18 like vampires or continue to mature. But the most crucial piece of knowledge she provided me, which I was planning to pass on to my father, was about wolf baine, a substance that may immobilize or burn werewolves. This would provide us with a significant tactical edge in the conflict. Even though I didn't want specific werewolves like Annie to die, I had no choice but to seek vengeance on their kind for my mother's murder.

Until now, he couldn't even move a single finger. He raised his sad eyes, looking at the moonlight outside the window. Suddenly, Adam's body shook violently. Today is another full moon night. His body is extremely sensitive to moonlight. If it was a normal time, the people in the village would absolutely not let him see the moonlight so easily. But a few days ago, he heard someone talking in the village. They say that the witches have come to the village. They are werewolf hunters, extremely skilled hunters. Of course, for Adam, this must have been a nightmare.

He looked at the panting messenger rushing toward them. "Kill her? No." Solanke said. Death was too easy for Velda. The wolf, covered in dark red blood but grinning triumphantly, reported, "We've captured eighteen and killed the rest." Solanke slowly reached out and caught a snowflake. It melted in his palm. Then, as if performing a ritual, he closed his eyes for a moment, opened them sharply, and declared, "All Western Tribes' werewolves, withdraw from Darkclaw Town."

"Just think about how we can eliminate the werewolf boy from our school. You are smart. You will figure it out." "I can't believe I've been given the most difficult task here. I am human, Scarlett. There is no way I can go over a werewolf." "You came to my aid when I was in need. It won't be as difficult as mine. I promise." "Yours was actually quite simple, but I will try to do my research. You just have to tell me what exactly you smelled from him and other important things." Scarlett nodded. "Alright. Around six o'clock in the evening, I'll send a text. I've got therapy to attend later today."

“The club has been attacked.” “What? How?” “The werewolves! I’m sending the reinforcement while on the way there.” “I’ll meet you there.”

It is in werewolves' nature to nurture and so it is rare to find one harming a mortal if they can help it. After a little more convincing, they finally agree and I throw my hood up and run out of the woods. The sight of someone running is far from strange in the werewolf community and I pass by a few people innocuously. And then a wolf catches a hint of my scent and they immediately sense my outlaw status. As their bodies are programmed, they immediately condemn me and rear back from me as if I am contaminated. The reaction soon spreads and the Sentinels are aware of me long before I get to them.

I was shocked. Not particularly shocked, in fact, I was torn in-between feeling shocked and feeling happy that the message was successfully sent. " Good morning Madison", I greeted back as two other witches joined us on the other platforms - they were both witches from America. " We got the message the werewolf sent to us, requesting for the gathering of the Assembly, but we decided to meet with you to discuss other important details before the Assembly", she said, her aura was persistently giving out dominance and feminine grace.

Lilith said “But werewolves can wear clothes in wolf form, can’t they?” Lilith rolled her eyes at me. Some habits die hard. “Anyway, you’ll be going into labor soon. Being the descendant of a Golden Lycan, it’s going to be extraordinary. However, Kaelen is just a low-rank Omega. If you have a golden pup, aren’t you afraid of people being suspicious?” Werewolf births were divided into three stages: gestation, labor, and awakening. During labor, the pup’s fur color would reveal its bloodline, and awakening would happen when a pup shifted from human to wolf form for the first time.