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Strongly worried? - So-so, - I slightly scratched the skin on the border with the wound. It looked and, indeed, so-so. If I lose my arm, no sense of self-preservation will hold me back! - Sometimes numb, but mostly terribly whining. “Last time, everything healed on you quickly,” my chest ached unpleasantly from unsolicited childhood memories of life with wolf cubs, “Now you need another remedy, but you won’t like my recipe,” I already had a premonition of what she was driving at, but hope flickered in my imploring gaze, - Wolf saliva is an excellent regenerating agent.

He continued to chew while making a sneering sound from his nostrils. This action angered Wolfgang. He glared at him, emitting an aura of energy that momentarily overwhelmed the massive werewolf in front of him, forcing him to turn around. Although he still had a piece of meat in his mouth, he couldn't swallow it now because of the pressure from Wolfgang. He glared at him with anger and spat out the piece of meat, his fierce eyes fixed on him. He spoke in a deep voice: "Yes, it was me! You are so foolish, talking every day about wanting to integrate into human society, making people sick! What is good about them? A human is a treacherous and cruel creature. You are clearly the most powerful

There we select and develop ointments, tinctures, various preparations not only for werewolves, but also for people, and we sell developments to pharmacological companies. We sat for a while, talking quietly, and I was sent to dinner. Finally, Martha handed me a bottle of drops, as she said, “To correct an unfortunate mistake with your smell,” with instructions not to overdo it, but to add just a couple of drops to shampoos and gels. By the way, the aroma of wild berries lasted all day, banal, but I liked it - subtle, barely perceptible. Meanwhile, the worm of curiosity has already begun to gnaw at me, and what is my own smell? Will the day ever come when I feel safe enough to finally take d

The trusted advisor attempted to dissuade Slav from embarking on the perilous journey. Slav deftly evaded a strike, acknowledging Zar's concerns. "I understand your apprehension," he replied with a sidestep. "But trust me, I won't be caught. I'll return unscathed, bearing a wolf-blood as proof. You'll see," he reassured his companion, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips.

’ He smiled. ‘’Full moons. They’re magic’. I raised my eyebrow. ‘Seriously, Full moons are magic, right guys?’ His friends all nodded and mumbled in agreement. ‘Magic for werewolves I’m sure’. I laughed, but they didn't. Ok, maybe they were serious. ‘What kind of magic?’

Then the smile came all the way back. "He does," Cruella agreed. "You've clearly been good for him." She touched Lumina's arm briefly. The same gesture she had used on Dylan. Light. Territorial. Wrapped in warmth so you couldn't call it what it was. "So lovely to meet you." She drifted away. Lumina took a slow sip of her drink and watched her go. Not rattled. Not afraid. Not jealous. Just paying attention. Which was a much more useful thing to be.

They were both ugly and red, some still cracked and bleeding; his wolf healing process was never fast. His entire left arm was bandaged in a strip that had turned dark red with blood. Kneeling next to him was a woman treating him. Her small hands squeezed a clean cloth into a bowl of ointment. The thick paste was dark brown and had a sharp smell. Once she opened it, both Brevin and Dominus covered their noses immediately. It was an ointment that made werewolves heal faster—locally cooked, crushed from mountain leaves and boiled roots. With each dip, she gently applied it over the swollen flesh, and Ragnar hissed loudly through his teeth, trying to hold back his pain.

then he kissed me. That kiss was full of unspoken promises and emotions that I couldn't put into words. Reaching out to touch him, I cursed the counter that separated us. “Ah, his curse is broken. Now you both must deal with the druid wolf issue,” Lana hummed in my mind, and I opened my eyes when he pulled back with a gorgeous smile on his handsome face.

the Council member said. "Look here," Chris pointed pulling another ad, "this person is talking about how to use the spell they call 'the destroyer' more effectively. They say it can take out whole lines of advancing wolves." All the kids shuddered visibly. The pack was watching Lucas's wound heal with trepidation. They had never seen anything like what happened to him. The wolves never healed that slowly. We all read the ad closely and our horror grew. The system they were selling claimed to be very effective. A sensor tracked when the wolf passed by and the potion was released from above a set time later. It was all based on mathematics, so it claimed great accuracy.

He pointed at the screen which showed a map, “So Lola. Your DNA had a unique resemblance to werewolf DNA. The DNA will give you the ability to transform into a werewolf. All we know about werewolves is that they used to live in packs and have a strict hierarchy inside these packs. Basically, Alpha and Luna are the highest, then beta and omega is the lowest. As far as we know they could transform whenever they want, and the status of the moon had no influence. They lived in rural areas far away from civilization, preferably forest areas. We suggest you start looking at the biggest forest right here; the Tongass forest. We will give you money and food for the journey. Lastly, you will get a si