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I’d rather slit my own throat than be Tyson’s mate. It was after a few minutes of the wolves stirring that he appeared ... Alpha Gunner. He jumped on top of a picnic table, still in his human form, but the aura emanating from him was enough to make anyone in front of him submit. He was very tall and fit, he had dark brown hair that went just to his shoulders. He was unbelievably good looking, there was no she-wolf that didn’t gawk at him. It was very hard not to take in his perfect body, and I had seen all of it in its glory.

The animal was rolling around on his back on the lawn. "Oh my God!" Saffron screwed her eyes up as she remembered, "No, oh no!" She could never un-see. Jack Goldsmith full frontal- again. Fuuck! She covered her eyes as if that would prevent her from remembering his incredible body. Powerful muscular arms, a full washboard of eight abs, and a pronounced vee shape leading to — Well, she wouldn't think about that spectacular part of his body. The only penis she had seen in real life was Jack's and never in a dream come to that. So, she wasn't sure if it was stupendous or not. But she would give him the benefit of the doubt. What in the world brought that dream on, and how would she face him wit

The wolf, who had been busy chewing up Gavin, spat out his shoe and growled menacingly, followed by jumping on me. I sidestepped, but the wolf managed to push me down with its left paw. I let out a loud cry of pain when I felt it sink its teeth into my shoulder, but before any damage could be done, the wolf immediately retracted its teeth, taking a step back away from me, its green eyes staring at me as if staring right through my soul. From the corner of my eye, I saw Taylor throw a silver bomb at the wolf, who immediately growled out in pain, shifting into a very naked and muscular man, Alpha Alexander Pierce, my biggest enemy!

He stepped inside, eyes flicking automatically over the organized chaos of her desk—journal stacks, a half‑drunk coffee, Park’s latest draft open on the tablet. No stapler. Of course. He turned to leave and saw it. A photo, half‑tucked under a file, edge peeking out just enough to catch the eye. A small hand, smudged with blue and red crayon. A wolf drawing with too many teeth. Curiosity was a reflex he’d never successfully shut off. He reached out and slid the paper the rest of the way clear. Two sheets, actually. On top: the drawing. Three wolves—one with a small, one with bared teeth, one with a crooked leg, and a long line in its paw. Labels in wobbly, determined letters.

Violet The pen moved across the tablet in smooth, confident strokes. I could feel the design taking shape beneath my hand, could sense that whatever was emerging had a rightness to it that all my previous attempts had lacked. When I finally opened my eyes to see what I'd created, my breath caught in my throat. It was a wolf. Snarling, powerful, captured mid-motion with its head thrown back. But that wasn't the only thing I drew. Thorns surrounded it, wrapping around its body like a cage or a crown.

The smell of spices filled the air gradually, grounding the house in routine that felt necessary after the chaos of the last day. Routine was survival now. Not comfort. Survival. “Come here,” Selena called suddenly. Her voice startled me slightly. I walked toward the table slowly, crouching beside her. “What is it?” I asked. She turned the paper toward me. It was a drawing. Crude. Simple. Childlike. But clear. Two small figures stood side by side. One slightly taller. One slightly smaller. Beside them was a large black shape. A wolf. My wolf.

A picture of him in his military uniform, the nameplate beneath it read General Griffin, former commander of the Moonshadow Pack. Different awards on the wall. Before I could warn, the two men were sent flying toward me, but I moved quickly, dodging their heavy bodies. My remaining men looked at him in shock. They all attacked. Griffin then took a deep slow breath and let his wolf come to the surface. His wolf was higher than any of my men. He didn’t wait. He lunged, fangs and claws clipping and slashing my men. One of them tried to let his wolf recede, but Griffin’s jaws clipped his neck, and with a forceful pull and a vigorous shake, his neck was snapped.

Focus. A snarl tore me back to the present. The third wolf had shifted fully now, a monstrous form of snarling teeth and sinew. He barreled into me before I could react, and we hit the dirt hard. Pain exploded in my ribs. His claws scrambled for my throat, but I gritted my teeth and slammed my forehead into his snout. The crunch of bone and yelp of pain gave me the opening I needed. I shoved my dagger under his chin, driving it up into his brain. His body convulsed once, then went still.

I could also see he was wearing a white fur coat. “Thank you for having us Madam Amelia.” Kent said with a bow. “Of course.” I couldn’t see my mother but I heard her voice and it was quivering. “Does he have to stay like this?” I roamed my eyes around and gasped as I spotted a black dog—no,not a dog, a wolf. I had never seen a wolf in broad daylight. My gasp may have been loud because Kent’s head turned up to locate the sound. This enabled me to see his face. It was more innocent than I expected. His face was paper white with flushed pink cheeks. His nose was almost as buttoned as Marianna, but his jaw was where you could see the alpha. It moved as he looked around. It was sharp enough to cu

"Damn it, I'm out of energy..." The black wolf casually approached, relishing the moment of toying with its prey. I stared at it, filled with hatred. "Ella, leave quickly. The black wolf's target is me. I'll find a way to hold it back." Kevin whispered, protecting me behind him. I just glared fiercely at the black wolf, fingers opening a vial from my sleeve; the venomous centipede quickly crawled toward it. "Well then, I'll let both of you die together."