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The words were barely audible, but his golden eyes blazed with understanding. “I do,” he murmured, lips brushing against her temple in a fleeting, forbidden spark. “And I… can’t resist it.” Heat pooled dangerously low, the pull between them growing unbearable. The forest seemed to pulse in tandem with their desires, leaves trembling, roots quivering as if acknowledging the fire coiled in the two of them. Suddenly, the shadow revealed itself a massive, ethereal wolf, translucent and brimming with dark energy. Its eyes were hollow, yet burning, teeth sharp as the edge of obsidian. It moved with unnatural grace, stalking them, aware of their every motion.

And looking at the state of this town, I may just have a lot more time to read. Jasper holds the book up again. "A mystery novel. Those are my favourite." Maybe he likes mystery books so much because he is one. Every time I look at him, I am caught up in his eyes. The violet in his eyes must be a side effect of being a Phantom Wolf. Still, I haven't questioned him much about the Wolves I spent most of my believing didn't exist. We ended up talking more about the book, while Jasper tried to find me something to eat. Apparently he needed to go shopping for more food or something, which almost seemed too domestic for an Alpha to be saying.

Film coated my mouth and bile rose in my throat at the thought of my brother turning out to be as cold as my father… “Aurora, what are you doing out here?” I glanced up suddenly torn from my bitter thoughts, and breathed a sigh of relief seeing my best friend Cami headed in my direction. “It’s too hot to be out here when I look this good.” I chuckled, taking in her appearance, her hair was so blonde it was almost a blinding white- but her skin was a golden bronze. She was tall and muscular just adding to her already striking appearance. “Just taking in the scenery since in a few hours my entire life will change.” I fiddled with the hem on my plain white t-shirt. Tonight at midnight, I would

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, they thought. When the fire stopped burning, they moved closer carefully to confirm if their enemy was dead but instead of seeing the ashes of a defeated enemy, they saw a giant grey wolf standing in the midst of the smoke and dust, the iron cage reduced to nothing all around him. Whatever the humanity left in Iron bath was locked away deep down his soul, the only thing left was hunger and a burning desire for carnage.

I pull back, breathing hard as my baby brother roars in my face equally angry and disappointed. “Hey, language”. I grin at him and go to lock the hatch. I sit down on one of the chairs. The wolf is watching me intently, freezing every time our eyes meet. “I am not your dinner Andy”. I talk in a low, calm voice. “I am gonna find a way to kick your brain into gear”. Andreas is baring his teeth and growling deep in his throat. “So have I ever told you about how I met Soleil ?” I smile knowingly. “It is like the most romantic story ever and I am not gonna stop before you come out and beg me to… so you better find the button for the wolf”.

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The pure white wolf ran down the path she had trodden out over many runs down the path. Field mice and small mammals scatter at her presence. Tha-thump tha-thump tha-thump tha- She stops running and looks right at the dreamer. “.uoy rof gnimoc era srats ehT” Peggy gasped awake. She was still in the tent that Mikael and Eli had made last night. Standing over the top of her was a large red wolf with dark grey signatus patterning. He sniffs her, and she lies frozen. Once the wolf was done, it snorted and stepped off of her. Peggy slowly shimmies away from the wolf, her eyes locked onto it. Its eyes were locked onto her.

The world cracked wide open. --- He stood in the prison again. But this time, the wolf wasn’t chained. It was walking toward him—fur gold and black, its body too large, too old. Its eyes were his own. > “You’ve run long enough,” the wolf said. “You are the last. You are the gate.” Ezra’s legs trembled, but he stood his ground. “I’m not your vessel.” The wolf’s smile was slow. Cold. > “Then why are you breaking?”

Her wolf was promoting the thoughts. With her thoughts, Stephanie was having a rough time looking at Noah when he talked. Stephanie's wolf wasn't helping any, either. Her wolf was giving Stephanie visuals of what Noah's penis must look like. Stephanie had to remind the wolf he was human; they cannot let humans know what they are. Her wolf replied, "I am not asking you to become his mate; I am just saying what it would hurt to mate with him at least just once." Stephanie felt irritated, “You are just a horny wolf, I am blocking you.” Stephanie then blocked her wolf from her mind.