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“Hey hey, young friend, wait for me to come along!” Although Smith himself is also a werewolf. Moreover, Smith's time to become a werewolf was much earlier than Adam's. However, compared to true strength, Smith could not be compared with Adam. Either way, Smith is just an ordinary wolf. Doan! Just as Adam's body was about to approach the woods, a sudden gunshot rang out. Just then, a hunter, with his rifle still smoking gray smoke, looked at Adam with a wary look. "Stop! If you dare to take another step, I will shoot them dead!”

Derrick hated Lucas and he always had. As Lucas arrived at "The groove" which was actually the name of their werewolf community, he couldn't help the anxiety that was squeezing at his chest. Even his wolf was feeling it too and it shifted uncomfortably inside of him. He was the next Alpha of the Lucent pack and his choice of a mate was almost as important as breath.

WHAT! I stepped back until my back collided with a window. Jacob jumped on Bryant, making him fall to the ground before digging his nails into his skin. Bryant and Jacob were fighting with each other, growling and screaming. My mind became blank; I don't understand anything, even though a vampire and a wolf are standing in front of me. Jacob is a wolf. A fucking werewolf? Why didn’t I notice that? My mind began to spin when Bryant and Jacob touched me; we fell out through the window.

He wants the title of Alpha and I will not let him win. "They could’ve easily come to our territory. They killed two of our brothers. What stops them from killing the strongest member of our pack?" "You don’t know for sure. You are jumping to conclusion. I didn’t find their scents in the graveyard when I got there. There was no vampire scent." come to think of it, this all seems suspicious. I should’ve been able to sense them. His body was still warm. If there was a vampire, I should’ve known. "You just saw your fathers’ dead body. Do you really think you were focused on scents?" he scoffs and anger boils within me. I have always hated uncle Fallon and I have always felt that he doesn’t like

Even if they were going to kill me — or, to save effort and blood clean-up, just let me die — they'd probably give me a glass of water, right? A second later, heavy footsteps came nearer, and then the bedroom door opened to admit two werewolves, one of them welcome, the other one definitely not. Matthew Armitage was five years or so older than Ian, but aside from also being an alpha, he didn't have much in common with his younger — definitely not little — brother. He wasn't glaring like he wanted me dead ten minutes ago, for one thing. He hadn't liked his cousin Jared very much, maybe because Jared had been an unbelievable prick who openly plotted to take Matthew's place leading the pack. I

Six months ago, he had instructed his assistant to find a trustworthy werewolf - friendly family to care for his young, unfamiliar, and timid human wife. But when Nathan eagerly rapped on the Smiths’ door and announced his purpose, their bewildered expressions promptly doused his enthusiasm. “Isabella!” Nathan called out, his voice carrying a hint of werewolf authority, expecting her to come running at the sound of his voice. However, contrary to his expectations, Mr. and Mrs. Smith responded with a firmness that caught him off - guard. “Mr. Hill, please keep your voice down. You’ll stir up the neighbors, and in our werewolf - human neighborhood, that’s not taken lightly.”

Here's what happened last time on The Werewolf's Superiority The expedition team discusses what path that we are going to take. We decide on the quickest path, the most dangerous path. A storm is brewing above us, with strong winds and rain. A part of the path was destroyed due to rocks that fell on it. Doctor Smith slips, and I try to help her up. But in the end, she still falls to her death. We take shelter in a cave and wait out the storm. Steve and I start to explore the cave, looking for wood to burn to keep everyone warm.

He felt this satisfaction that he finally found something he would use to pin his brother down and so he smiled inwardly, folding his hands and placing them on his chest. "Everyone is wolfless until they are turned eighteen. Only then would they be able to summon their wolves and become the werewolves we see now. And that would only happen on the night which the elders had placed, under the bright moonlight. How do you not know the fundamentals..?", Bryan asked without any fears. What was going on..? The hopes within Nicholas died and the smile faded away, all that was left was the truth which he couldn't resist flocking around his face.

“You sound like a martyr. You want to go down in flames, be my guest. But don’t pretend this is noble. It’s reckless. It’s stupid.” “Maybe,” I said. “But it’s mine to do.” He grabbed my arm—hard. “I’ve seen what he’s capable of. You haven’t. You think you’re ready for that kind of brutality?” “I don’t have a choice.” “There’s always a choice.” “Not this time.” Sighing, I shook my head. “Did you forget I’m an ancient werewolf?” Suddenly, my nephew deflated. “So?” “That means that I am the only one who can do this duel because of how much power I have. You would get killed in an instant.”

His golden eyes locked onto the men, a silent promise of death. "Look at him," another man mocked, stepping closer. "Protecting a territory he’s too weak to hold. Ronan is coming, Zayden. And when he does, he’ll take your crown—and your little pet." The black wolf exploded into motion. He didn't kill them; he was too fast for that. He moved like a shadow, knocking the men back with the sheer force of his weight, his teeth snapping inches from their throats until they scrambled backward into the trees, disappearing into the darkness.