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He started walking forward, showing them the way to the city. There were many more werewolves in the pack house, including the assassin werewolf Etta Suzette Gelbero, who was a spy and the trainer of the scout wolves. The lead warriors Ultima Wolf Edric Wilson and Ultima Wolf Drik Wilson, who trained the warriors of the Gravefur Pack, and Howl Wolf Vladimir Lorenzo usually supported the horn with their life along with Alpha. They were all eagerly awaiting their return.

Michael's hand remained attached to his bleeding arm. "Go!" Sydney yelled as the ravens approached. Michael faltered. He backed off slowly, his eyes fixed on Sydney, who nodded at him before turning to face the ravens. Sydney tightened his fist while using his werewolf gift to mentally slow their motion. He roared and dashed through the ravens, shredding them with his claws and tearing them with his fangs. Michael watched him in awe. They all collapsed with a flump as he was finished. The sweltering temperature returned to average. He eventually caught up to Michael, and the two of them hurried to the area of the tunnel where Michael believed the golden dirk was concealed. They rushed out of

The Beta nods. Before he can ask another question I hear a shout. “ Watch out.” Everyone of us is on alert. Training suddenly stopped looking around for the threat. From the side of the field coming from the packhouse I see a small tan wolf running our direction with a frustrated young guy running after it. Luther grumbles “ Damnit Vinny.” The warriors part as Vinny darts in Lexi’s direction. Lexi stands still with her hands on her hips. I know the others are watching the scene with confusion.

Percy yelled out and the guy's hand froze on the image, as well as every other person in the room as their eyes focused on the image the black guy has his pointer on. " Not that, the one on its left, " Percy directed when he realized the guy's pointer was on the wrong image. The dark guy moved his pointer to the left and then zoomed in on the right image. The name Snipper was written under the guy with buzz-cut amber hair color, piercing green eyes, sharp cheekbones, strong square jaw, slightly wide neck covered in tattoos, and a pale skin complexion. He is twenty-eight years old Sniper is a former military discharge cause of a knee injury turned gun for higher just to survive recruited by t

“Boss searched for your information, Rebel, and there’s only one wolf who can give it to you.” Rebel nodded. “Tell me.” “Walker Solomon.” Rebel stiffened. Walker Solomon was likely the only rebel wolf on the North American continent who Rebel didn’t have under his thumb—and the one wolf he refused to deal with. The owner and proprietor of a supernatural casino near Amarillo, Texas, Solomon was a rebel werewolf and businessman. Aside from being Rebel’s only rival, Solomon was the craziest bastard Rebel had ever had the misfortune to encounter.

“Well?” “It seems we’ve detected the scent of another wolf towards our southern borders. Plus an abandoned camp at one of the caves down there. We don’t know if it’s one wolf or if he has a partner, but this proves that our captive lone wolf has definitely been lying about not working with anyone else.” “Either that or another wolf is making another attempt.” Lucille offered as an alternative explanation. Both those occurrences displeased me greatly. “How soon can we get him?” I asked, looking back at Archer.

, tall and muscular, hair falling to his forehead. He reaches back to clear the hair from his forehead, and it just falls back into place. His eyes are silver with speaks of black, and his lips are moist. My goodness, he looks amazing and smells even better. I snap out of my trance when he grabs my arm to pull me in for a hug. I quickly tug away, remembering how things left off. “ get off of me. What are you doing here? I snap at him, “ Arron “ I’m sorry I hurt you. How I left things was not right, Lena. You have to believe me, “ I begin to cut him off. “ I don’t have to believe anything, Arron. What game are you playing with me? You ignored me and pushed me to the side like I was nothing. I

I swallowed, "you're my last resort coz you have information that I don't. I honestly don't know what to do. Please help clarify somethings to me." 'you have a minute before they realize you called.' "there has been Wolf attacks here.. I don't know if it's them... But I had a connection with one.. Strangely the same connection I have with a girl.. She's human... I don't know what this means. Can one person have two mates?" 'if there has been wolf attacks why are you still even there?' I swallowed, shit! I should have known he will ask this. "because they happened before I got here. So they had nothing to do with me."

They sniffed the air, picking up on the distinctive scent of the Quercia and set off behind the buildings and into the nearby small stretches of land still covered in trees, away from human eyes. Feeling the ground beneath him vibrate with the hundreds of varying sources cleared his mind; he homed in on the unmistakable movements of a wolf and sped up. A few yards ahead he spotted the pale, mixed coloring of a pack member and signaled to Gil to get around him. The underling caught wind of them and attempted to throw them off by taking to the alleys, but Gil arrived to cut off the path. Victor dove in on him from behind, aiming for the shoulder with a shallow bite.

The muzzle of the wolf, grinning and splashing with saliva, clicked in the face of the man, while Ar chuckled contentedly, throwing off his turn. - Well, shall we dance? - mocking, repeated the words of Mark. “Let’s dance,” Mark repeated, stretching his lips into a bloody smile. Arnar sensed the approaching danger from behind and heard Vitali's cry: - Behind! — Violating the order to stay in the territory, he rushed to the rescue. The werewolf flew off, slamming like a stone wall into the body of the High Vampire that appeared out of nowhere. A sweetish aroma enveloped Arnar and forced him to exhale convulsively from the pain spreading in his back.