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My wolf form was already active, but the fall felt like an eternity, and my instincts were overwhelmed by the shock of the situation. The land below rushed toward me, the details sharpening with every passing second. My breath hitched, and a desperate cry tore from my throat. Christian's words echoed in my mind, a lifeline amidst the chaos. "Trust me and yourself, and call out for your wolf..." With a surge of desperation, I closed my eyes and reached out mentally, calling out to my wolf. Fear gripped me, threatening to paralyze my senses, but I pushed through it, clinging to the hope that there was something within me that could save me.

"I'll refuse. I'll run away." "You can't. The selection is binding. If you refuse, they'll send hunters. If you run, they'll track you. The only way forward is through." She sat down across from me, taking my hands in hers. "But you won't be going there as a lamb, Aria. You'll be going as a wolf in sheep's clothing." "I don't know how to be a wolf," I whispered. "No," she agreed. "But you're about to learn."

We stay close together, wolf and horse ears both pricked and alert, and stop when we finally hear something up ahead. Scents begin to reach us through the still air, shapes half circling us. There must be a dozen wolves out there, maybe more. Tim drops from his horse, scuffing his toe into the ground. Thunder’s hackles are rising. Frost glances at Thunder, and both agree that the scents of the eight attackers are among those present now. I have to calm Frost before I can regain my human shape. I force myself to look casual about taking my jeans and tee shirt from Tim. By the time I finish dressing, we are ringed by wolves.

"For the night has teeth, and they hunger for the flesh of the divided." Closing my eyes, I sought the quiet power that lived within me, the unbreakable spirit of the she-wolf ready to protect her kin. When I opened them again, it was with a renewed clarity. "Let them come," I breathed into the silence. "We are the werewolf, fierce and free. And together, we shall rise."

*ROAR* *GET OFF* *GET OFF* The unfortunate Great Wolf kept screaming and howling as it tried to pry Kylie away from its chest; but she wouldn’t budge. Like a child desperately seeking a penny that had been concealed by a barrier of sand at the beach, Kylie kept digging away. She cared not for the savage look she had adopted, neither did she mind the blood that continuously poured out of the wound and stained her beautiful fur. She didn’t care. All that mattered was that the terrible cries of the Great Wolf which had caused Davies’s miserable state soothed her greatly. They were like music to her ears, and water to her parched soul. She enjoyed every bit of it, and a vengeful side that she ne

I couldn’t undermine what it was; I never found out no matter how many times she did it. … The sound of horses rolling in from several areas of the pack made me jump in excitement. The classical male wolves from noble families in their rich tuxedos, the 1960s musicians who were always there to entertain, and the elders in their roped-up attire—all here for the celebration.

I could also hear them crack. "Your wolf wants to come out she explained. You are holding it in and the more you resist the more painful it will be." "Let me see the light, let me out!" something called out from within. I opened my eyes wide in the realisation that my wolf had just spoken to me. "How? How do I do it?" I asked aloud, "I can't. I am too scared. I don't want to die," I screamed out feeling my head burn. I lifted my hands on my head and held it tightly feeling the pressure. Then everything stopped abruptly.

The Sheep In Wolf’s Clothing. The play was about a limping wolf abandoned by his own pack, can only get the leftovers of the wolf pack -- the skin of their prey. Starving on the road when the herding dog mistakes him as a sheep and takes him back to the sheep flock. Dare not to expose himself, the limbing wolf is being bullied by the stronger sheeps, when a blind little lamb became his friend. Finally healed, the wolf lured his friend out of the flock as his food, only to be touched by the little lamb and become real friends with her. I played the silly little blind girl lamb. Aurora was the limping wolf boy.

I sit up slowly, rubbing my temple. “You think I don’t know that?” I whisper bitterly, my throat dry. “But what if he’s pretending? What if this calm, steady version of him is just a trick? What if, the second I let my guard down and accept him, he shows his true colours and suddenly he becomes everything I feared?" My voice lowers to a whisper. “He’s still a wolf, not a sheep. And I’ve heard the saying—‘a wolf in sheep’s clothing". Silence.

Its form distinctly resembled that of my wolf, except for the fact that instead of my wolf’s brown eyes, its eyes were red. Deep, blood red. I backed away shakily, knowing there was no way I could outrun it. Knowing I would die faster if I turned my back on it. I stumbled, falling on the ground but I didn’t stop trying to back away. The wolf growled, stalking steadily towards me. I looked down all of a sudden at the dress I was wearing. It was blindingly white, almost like a wedding dress. One minute it was plain, the next, it darkened considerably scarlet, as if soaked in blood.