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Jacob laughed, but turned it into a cough when he met Tristan's serious eyes, " Sorry. I just--Wouldn't that mean that we're werewolves, too? Or is it the virus type where you turn when you get bitten? How exactly does that work?" Tristan sighed. His cousins must be losing it. Usually, it was Gavin who joked around and Jacob who questioned things. Tristan figured he should at least give brief explanation before their brains exploded, "It's inherited and you go through a ritual if you're a human that wants to be transformed into a wolf." he said. "You get bitten in that ritual. So he's technically right." Julio said. Like Brendon, he seemed to be determined to freak out Tristan's cousins, too

, He mocked but I didn’t give any expression. He picked a silver knife and started gently bring in contact with Amber’s skin, making her skin burn like a vampire and a werewolf. She tried, I could see, she really tried to control her pain but at the end she cried loudly in pain, making me freeze at my spot. . #TBC

"But you already know that. You're a shifter, too. Right?" I shook my head. "Nope. Not yet." "Aaahh...." he nodded, understanding. "What?" "So, you'll become a wolf at the Ceremony of Making?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "I have no idea what that is." It was clear there was a lot about this world that I had yet to learn. "There are two ways you can become a wolf-shifter," he replied, holding his arm still after I adjusted it. "You can either be born as a wolf, or be made a wolf."

But beneath the resolve, a seed of doubt lingered, whispering its insidious temptations. "Can we truly overcome the darkness within ourselves?" I asked, my voice tinged with vulnerability. "How do we reconcile our primal nature with the values we hold dear?" The seer's gaze penetrated my soul, her eyes holding a wisdom beyond her years. "It is the struggle itself that defines us," she said. "To be a werewolf is to navigate the delicate balance between beast and humanity. Embrace the primal power within you, but never lose sight of the compassion and love that make you who you are."

“Why would you need that?” The witch looked up at me, her pearly blue eyes shining, “You see, our ability to become wolves doesn’t come from your god. In order to make that ability more permanent, we need three scalps of authentic wolves.” “Scalps? So Garrett -” “Will be dealt with, and you’ll gain status in your pack. Isn’t that what you want, child?” I thought about it for a while, and I had to admit that it sounded appealing to me. I, who had lost my mate, and with nothing except gravity keeping me bound here, was being offered something I could hardly resist.

Maybe they stole the wolf and now, they want to hide that simple fact. “You think they stole the five wolves they had?” “Well, it’s not the first time I hear of someone stealing a wolf from another one. It happens. It’s just that no one knows about it. A werewolf can discard his wolf and become human or he can choose to switch it to another one.” “Now, do you think you’re the Sigma of the Remington, Ebony?” To be honest, since I’ve seen how all the previous heads shared the same abilities, I started doubting my statue as a Sigma.

Algernon cautioned, and she responded with a solemn nod, fully attentive. "Thousands of years ago, Lycans were known as werewolves. They could only shift into their wolf form under the full moon. However, Lycaon, the great and mighty Lycan King, became the first werewolf to shift into his wolf form under the sun, without needing a full moon. This granted him greater power, strength, and agility than any other werewolf. He used this newfound power to lead his kind to victory and free them from enslavement during the Full Moon Liberation.

“So, someone doesn’t have to be born into being a werewolf?” “No. Usually, if you’re bitten by a werewolf, if you don’t get the blood out fast enough, the werewolf will turn. Although now, the only way you can turn someone is if they ask, have proven their loyalty to the pack and want to be, or if they’re your mate. And even then…they still have to ask.” “To be someone’s mate?” Oliver shook his head. “If you want to be turned.” I frowned. “Too bad I’m not actually human like I thought…”

And I’ll have to ask Aldrich if he's willing to offer his blood. After our discussion about how the first Cursed Ones gained entry into Altair, I’m convinced that Werewolves are magical beings as well. If I’m successful in carrying out the ritual, it will prove once and for all that the shapeshifting ability of the Werewolves is indeed a form of magic, and they very much deserve to live in Altair like all other magical beings.

"What do you think you'll transform into this time?" His two friends laughed loudly. "A flea wolf!" "A forest rat!" "Hahaha!" Raven gritted his teeth. It hurt. Not from the push. But because they might be right. Tomorrow was a very important day. The Blood Moon Festival only happens once every five years. On that night, the moon's energy reached its peak. Teenagers who had turned eighteen would undergo a ritual to awaken their true powers. Some became Betas. Some became Gammas. A few talented ones might even become Alphas. It all depended on each werewolf's abilities.