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My wolf only stared at them, wrath in his eyes, while they looked at me confused as to what to do in this scenario. "He's losing control; we need to get him out of here," Levi said as he hurried outside but quickly returned inside as if he got something from there. Cromwel began to approach my wolf with his hands up, walking slowly as he attempted to tame it, but my wolf gazed at him with anger, readying his claws to snap his life out of him. Then he drew back and one of his hands waved back to take something from Levi. "It's Crest's scarf. Take it. Calm yourself down with her natural scent," Cromwel said while lending me the scarf. Cromwel is not only my best beta and best fighter, he's sma

The one who knows all my secrets. “She is a low wolf,” I say. My voice gets loud. “She does not have ancient wolf legacy! Your mother, Sylvia, will hate this. King Aldric will die from anger!” “She has my heart,” Rham says. He looks strong now. His eyes glow a little bit green. “My wolf chose her. I am leaving the Jasperfang Pack territory tonight. We are running to the Shadowfang Wilds.” “You are a coward!” I scream.

She and I laughed as I sighed, “Young love.” King Fenris asked, “Can we take this to the conference room? I just heard from my warriors.” We all walked to the conference room, and I took a seat next to Aidinth, and waited for everyone else to take their seats. As soon as everyone was in the room, King Fenris told us, “The wolves are from a nearby pack named The Bronzetooth Pack. Their alpha, Alpha Dolph Lobo is a real character. I think Alpha Damien would be of great use here.”

I let out a loud angry howl, showing him I was not backing down. “So be it. Force it is, just how I like it.” With a point of a finger, two wolves sprinted towards me. I let out a growl and braced to fight as once pounced. Inches before colliding with me, he was tackled by a salt and pepper coloured wolf and the two rolled past me, snarling at one and other. “It's about damn time. I've been so looking forward to this.” Liam walked out from the side street in a pair of shorts. Followed by a group of 5 other wolves. I heard the sound of a neck snapping and he was joined by the wolf who protected me.

The Solar Eclipse Pack was a small pack that consisted of about 500 wolves and 100 of them were warriors. they were located in the rural parts of Virginia, more specific closer to Marion, Virginia. They have been fighting other packs around them for months,because they were the smallest pack of the packs around them. Those fight were more for territory over anything else. The strongest of any of the packs around them was the Blood Lust pack. All they cared about was power and territory.

CHAPTER 61 The wolves advanced towards us with their movements predatory. They both had dark brown fur and The larger one took the lead. Rising to my feet, I stuck close to Praya, who positioned herself ahead, assuming a defensive stance with her limbs bent forward, ready to charge. A vicious growl resonated within Praya, as she glared at the imposters. ‘Can you tell who these wolves are’ I asked her through our mental connection. ‘Jessica and Gerald,’ she answered and I felt a sudden shock course through me.

With a heavy heart, he decided to seek guidance from the wise elder of the pack. ********** In a secluded clearing, under the watchful eyes of the moon, Tricc approached the wise old wolf, Elder Matthias. The elder's silver fur shimmered in the moonlight, his wise eyes filled with understanding. "Elder Matthias," he began, his voice tinged with a mix of vulnerability and determination. "I come seeking your wisdom and guidance. I carry a burden that I can no longer bear, and it is time for me to confront the pain that has haunted me for far too long."

Everyone stills, yearned to see their killer with their own eyes. And see the Irony. It was the sight of the most beautiful wolf they had ever seen. His bones starts shifting. The bloody torn clothes he wore, getting ripped off. To take form into a shining black wolf, triple a normal wolves size. Eyes silver, fur black and claws even darker. " Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr" He roars again. His eyes only fixed at Elora. And next anyone knows. He enters into a sprint and within seconds at a lightning speed.

They seemed to contain endless wisdom and power. The wolf approached me, its gait graceful and unhurried. It stopped in front of me, gazing at me with its warm and deep eyes. In that moment, I felt a deep connection with the wolf. It was as if we had met before. "Who are you?" I asked, my voice trembling slightly. "I am Athena," the wolf replied, its voice resonating in my mind. "You are a Moonshadow Wolf, Alina. You possess the magical ability to communicate with nature and inherit the memories of your ancestors."

The success of these hunts translated into a tangible benefit – a more abundant food supply for both packs, easing the burden on individual hunting parties and improving the overall well-being of their communities. Beyond the practical aspects, Lyra invested heavily in fostering cultural exchange. She encouraged gatherings where wolves from both packs could share stories, songs, and traditions. These events, initially somewhat stiff and formal, gradually transformed into vibrant celebrations of shared heritage. The Duskwood wolves, known for their boisterous celebrations and captivating storytelling, brought a new vibrancy to Silvermoon’s quieter gatherings. In turn, the Silvermoon pack’s em