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Seeming to search for any mistake, anything that I had forgotten to do; and yet, they would find none, already ensuring that I was thorough as I dressed due to all specifications. I spoke slowly, carefully shifting my eyes back towards the looming figure; my tone smooth and elegant. “I do apologize for locking them out, though as I am now thirteen years of age I wished to wash and dress without assistance. I am afraid that I was curious at how others live their lives guardian.” Derrick bobbed his head, crossing his arms as he scanned my small frame; his tone short and stern. “Very well. However, if you wish to wash and dress on your own; then I would require you to speak with either myself o

My blood began to boil just hearing her voice and how she didn’t care. “Yeah, I’m back here, in the garage”, I call back. “Ugh, you know I hate it in your garage; I could get dirty”, she moaned. “Storm, no! let me do the talking. Control yourself before she knows something is up. I wanna see if she will come out with it on her own,” I tell my wolf.

"That was pretty brutal but good for you for sticking up for your man. May want to try being a bit more civil until Oliver marks you and you turn. Wouldn't be fair to put a human up against a wolf." I blinked at her several times as I tossed the words around in my head. "I'm sorry, I think I misheard you. I thought you said I was going to turn and become a wolf too. I'm going to need you to run that by me one more time... until he does what?"

I stepped forward, And a twig snapped under my boot. Shit. The nearest wolf jerked up. “Who’s there?” I straightened. Stepped into the moonlight. Let my white hair glow like snow. Let my violet eyes pierce the dark. Four wolves froze. One whispered: “Moon… goddess?” I nearly laughed. No. Not a goddess. Just a monster in her clothes. But their confusion was good. Confusion meant hesitation. Hesitation meant survival. “Leave,” I said quietly. One wolf bristled.

For ahead of us, growling and walking in slow circles, are wolves. Their eyes, full with a madness I am familiar with, their maws frothing with saliva, like feral beasts with no shred of humanity in them. I know their brand, for it is a madness that has hold on me too. “Cryticmaniacs.” I say under my breath. And then it happens all too fast. The wolves charge in blinking fast motion, leaping into the air. I let go of Ophelia– not without placing her behind me, away from the wolves. With a quick crack of my knuckles, I am ready for the challenge.

My wolf ! Noooooo !

“Are you sure you know how to play this game? From what I saw, she was neither a follower, or wooly.” He smiled at me in a slightly condescending way. “Have you ever heard of the phrase ‘a wolf in sheep’s clothing?” “Yeah” duh! “Well, she was a sheep in wolves’ clothing.” “Why?” I asked, still not getting this. “Who do you think she was?” he asked, placing his coffee back down on the table. “I don’t know,” I said shrugging, “I’m guessing she’s either the daughter or sister of an Alpha in one of the Southern districts?”

Getting her to trust him at all might be impossible, and with only two weeks until the wolf moon, he didn’t think he had any chance of winning his mate. “Dancing in the full moon Goddess sees you too soon Werewolves! Werewolves! They’ll eat you up” “Jump jump jump my child jump into the water let it carry you away scentless in the water. Float float float my child still and silent in the river don’t get out until you see the Rogue’s sheep or the farmer.”

"Please make me shift into a wolf, and I will never betray you; please make me shift into a wolf, and I will always be your faithful follower." My voice was muffled by the wind. The Violent Wind hit me from every pore, like a lot of needles stabbed me. It hurt so much that I had to curl up all over. At the same time, my heart was beating violently, and the blood flowing under my skin seemed to turn to ice. A chill rose from the bottom of my heart and spread to my limbs. I held my trembling body, still insisting on reciting. "Please make me shift into a wolf, and I will never betray you; please make me shift into a wolf, and I will always be your faithful follower."

“Easy, princess. My name is Ernouf, I am Amoux’s father. Don’t worry, we mean no harm.” He was lying, and I knew it. She snarled at him one more time, before trying to make her way out of there. It would be the hardest thing to do, since they were all blocking the exit, but she had to try. As she made a run for it, the wolves charged at her, some grabbing her paws, other her tail and fur, not letting her move. As much as she tried to fight, there was no escaping. She shook her body, trying to yank herself away from them, her fur instead of white, had red spots from the blood coming from her.