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The world shifted when the original wolf stepped through the arch. Not like a storm. Not like a god. Like a truth that had been waiting to be remembered. Its paws didn’t just touch the ground—they commanded it. With every breath, the grass beneath it curled and burned, turning black in seconds. Its eyes weren’t eyes. They were stars that had forgotten how to die. Furious. Timeless. But somehow… familiar. Ezra’s pulse thudded in his ears, the mark on his arm blazing hot—gold and black winding like a storm beneath his skin.

"I want to show you just how much I missed you." Gerwulf pulled his fingers from my core and I whimpered at the loss of contact. My center throbbing with want. He carefully flipped me over so my ass was sticking in the air. His hands slid up inside the shirt I wore and he let his nails elongate, dragging it down the line of my spine. The fabric fell to my sides and the cold breeze of the room greeted my bare skin. "That wasn't mine!" I whimpered at the wolf. "I know," he reached out pulling all the stray ends of the fabric away," I couldn't stand his smell on you. Not right now."

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“You could end it, you know. Pick a winner. Let them live.” I snort. If only it were that easy. “Find me one who can last past the third sunrise, and maybe I’ll consider it.” Her presence flickers in front of me, like a whisp of smoke. “You’ve gone soft. I can smell it on you.” “Must be your imagination. The only thing soft here is the ground after the corpses hit it.” She chuckles and fades, leaving the back of my skull blessedly empty. I straighten, scanning the new arrivals. A witch crying into her hands. Two wolves are already posturing for dominance. A human, brave or stupid, probably both, trying to look like she belongs. Typical.

something. “It’s better for you to stay here for now,” I squeezed out in a colorless voice, turning to the she-wolf. At least until dark. And call yours. Let them meet you. The beautiful face of the wolf was impenetrable, and she did not answer me, which was not a very good sign. The money I threw on the table when Koppel called, she never took it.

He finally found the person he had waited his whole existence for and was not about to let anything happen to her. With a snarl that ripped from the depths of his soul, he let the wolf rise, bones cracked, muscles stretched, skin rippled as Zodiak surged free, a massive wolf with jet-black fur and burning gold eyes. The pain was nothing compared to the terror slicing through him, the desperate need to reach her, his mate. Nothing, not rain, not darkness, not death itself, would keep him from reaching her. With a powerful leap, Zodiak vaulted over the balcony railing, landing silently in the soaked alley below. Rain sheeted off his thick coat as he sniffed the air, locking onto her scent, van

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 other wolf started coming towards her, but Clara had no plans on starting any random hook ups. She waited until he was inches from her face before pouncing forward and taking off at full speed. She heard a low growl and could feel him on her heels. If wolves could laugh Clara would've let out a loud one. She wasn't much of a weightlifter or a fighter, but since joining here she exceled at running and much to her surprise enjoyed showing off. She slowed down a little, not wanting the chase to end yet. She felt the breath of the other wolf on her tail and kicked it up again. Pulling way in front of him. It was obvious the other wolf couldn't even compete with her.

God, she tasted like sin coated with deliciousness. “S-sir…” Her moans were broken as she started to move her hips, riding my tongue like she couldn't get enough, and fuck I loved it. I slid a finger in along with my tongue, teasing her g-spot and she cried out in pleasure as she arched her back.

“Thank you, sir. I’m Amerie. Your shop is lovely. Do you have any books or old maps of the surrounding area? I’d love to learn more about my new home.” “Ah, of course. Down the third aisle toward the end you’ll find one book by Caneen alongside some old maps.” He pointed at the aisle. Amerie thanked him and went to the book and maps. She took a bite of the chocolate pastry as she glanced at the shelves. As she walked down the aisle, she noticed small wolves carved into the columns of the bookshelves. The book Tom had mentioned seemed old yet not very worn. The front cover was black with a golden paw print, and the author’s name was in green at the top. The spine of the book read “The Town of