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My eyes widened in shock. “The reason she created the Shadow Wolf is to give assistance to fellow packs, the Shadow Wolf is meant to train other packs and help them to grow stronger in order to fight off the enemy that threatens to destroy the order of pack life. The Shadow Wolf must learn and master control of each of its gifts in order to be successful in its purpose.” he explained frankly, as if he were telling a story, rather than my purpose on this earth. “The book explains in detail how each of the gifts are discovered and controlled, it also explains that the wolf will shift for the first time on the night of a blue moon when the body of its human is strong enough to handle the shift.

The easier it became to summon and dismiss at will, the less pressure built inside me. And the nightmares began to fade. Not completely—the shadow still visited sometimes. But its voice was quieter. Its arguments are less compelling. I was finding balance. Maya noticed the change first. "You seem lighter," she observed one morning while we worked in the infirmary. "Less wound up. What changed?" "I stopped being afraid of myself," I said, using a thread of power to close a warrior's wound completely. "Started accepting that I am Shadowborn and that does not have to mean monster." She smiled. "About time.

He visualized them weaving along a path of purpose rather than chaos. The shadow screamed, a sound that echoed through the mansion and reverberated in Samkelo’s chest, testing his resolve. You cannot guide me. You are a child, weak and unworthy. I am Sipho’s legacy. I am the darkness you cannot escape. Samkelo’s chest tightened, but he stood firm. I am not powerless. I am aware. I am deliberate. I have a choice. He visualized the shadow contained within a lattice of intent and morality, its energy redirected toward guarding rather than destroying, guiding rather than consuming. Slowly, the shadow’s tendrils retreated, coiling inward, flickering less violently, responding to his intent.

It spoke in her voice: “You think love saves everything. But what of envy, grief, and anger? You cast them away.” Liora backed away, shaking. “They destroy.” “They belong,” the shadow hissed. “They are the roots of compassion. Without them, warmth becomes pride.” Her pendant flared — gold clashing against crimson. She saw her past clearly: every wound she had refused to feel, every loss she had buried in duty. She whispered, “Then let me feel it now.” The shadow smiled and reached for her hand. Their palms touched — and the world exploded with color. ---

"She is the daughter of an alpha and a witch. The goddess has blessed our daughter with an incredible gift." It is time for you to wake up, my queen. The shadow finally spoke again, floating in front of Chloe to block her view. But I want to know why I'm seeing this and I want to know what a shadow wolf is. Chloe wanted to hold on for a little longer but something was pressing down against her soul, pushing her towards the void of slumber that was ready to swallow her up. Please! I need to know more! What has this got to do with me? But no answer came and the darkness closed in, pushing the blonde under the surface.

The Book of Curse, with its foreboding aura, seemed to cast a spectral presence in the recesses of her mind. The old journal, now placed on the nightstand, carried the weight of its uncanny resemblance to the haunting images from her nightmares. Jette closed her eyes, hoping that sleep would offer respite from the disquieting thoughts that lingered. As the night unfolded, the boundary between dreams and reality blurred, and the Book of Echoes became a silent witness to the mysterious interplay between past, present, and the uncharted realms of the subconscious—a harbinger of a narrative that transcended the tangible pages of a journal and ventured into the intangible realms of the unknown.

Arthur sighed for he was wondering himself of this question. Why he, Arthur Adamos, was waiting for the right time to claim his mate, Diana Marchand as if there will be something coming their way to separate them? Perhaps there was an obstacle. Her brother, Xavier, was the Beta of the Shadow Pack and Arthur doesn't want any trouble with him. Xavier can be scary if his sister was in threat. Arthur shook that question away before there was a commotion and a crowd was drawing up as he was approaching the incident. He saw the warriors that were on duty that night before he shifted to his human form before walking into the crime scene.

“But remember, you don’t have to face this alone. I’m here for you, Henry. Always.” His words lingered in the air, but his footsteps faded as he melted back into the shadows, leaving me alone in the clearing, the journal resting at my feet. The weight of everything—the betrayals, the lies—pressed down on me, suffocating me, but deep within me, something stirred. A flicker of determination, a spark of defiance. Then, I felt it. A warmth, faint but real, spreading through my fingertips. It pulsed in time with my heart, a gentle hum that made the air around me feel charged. The journal at my feet shimmered with an unearthly light, its edges glowing softly.

While werewolves had quick regeneration for many injuries, some were harder and took longer to heal, and in some situations, some werewolves simply needed to heal faster to return to the frontline of any battle they were in. The pack with the closest ties to the hospital? The Shadow Rock pack, which happened to be the pack her father was currently leading as the Alpha wolf. Hence why she had almost always been in and around the hospital since she was young. She suspected that this might even be what had triggered her love for the medicinal arts. Despite it being a hospital for werewolves if you entered through the hidden side doors, it still remained a normal hospital that admitted and treat

Chandler's legs gave way, and he sank to the floor. He stared blankly at the blood-covered flesh on his hand, murmuring, “It’s really her, it’s really her… “How could this happen?” He asked as he gazed at Ben, his eyes bloodshot, panic and anger surging within him. With a wave of his arm, he sent everything nearby crashing to the ground. Then, he seized Ben’s collar. “Bring me all the data on A167!” His voice trembled as he sank into despair. “Wasn’t it said that the special drug was supposed to be effective?”