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Randy said. I snorted and reclined on the bed. "I don't know why my main readership is male, and they've requested me to write harem. But if one of the female leads were me, I'd report the male lead for bigamy!" Randy chuckled, "Skr, ruthless!" Having spent significant time with Randy, his delayed graduation had its merits. He stumbled upon my forgotten novels, and his favorite happened to be the one I wrote years ago. The sky, previously murky, suddenly turned pitch black as heavy clouds loomed. The shelter's lights had long ceased to function.

Narrow eyed I look closer and say; "You are right. This part tells the story of a massacred village. It happened during the night. See, here is where the sun comes up, and then everyone is dead with a naked man in the field." I see Dr. Cloe Addison's brows crease as she says; "Here is where people came together to find and kill it. They had spears, bows, and clubs. But none of them returned home." I think to myself, could this really be a werewolf? I murmur to myself and say; "Shit. This must be what the Tribe Elder was warning me about." Dr. Cloe Addison, asks concerned; "Sorry. Did you say something?" I hake my head and quickly respond;

I am Catherine Brooks, mate to Arthur Brooks, the lone surviving witch-wolf. For centuries, I have loved a werewolf of unparalleled strength and unwavering determination to protect our pack, regardless of the cost. The loss of our first daughter, Aliyah, in the great war devastated me. She was brave, beautiful, and fiercely strong, yet she never returned from her final battle against our enemies—the vampires and the black witches who betrayed us.

The younger Werewolves see how the higher classes live at much closer quarters on a daily basis. And the fight has gone out of the older generation. Alpha Tam, our alpha, belongs to the older generation. There is an obvious split between the older and the younger generations. Despite the current divide within the pack, if any member of my pack so much as gets a whiff that I’m sheltering the princess, I’ll be banished. And what is a werewolf without his pack? Banishment is the worst thing that can happen to a pack animal. It is worse than death for a Werewolf. When a Werewolf is forced to give up his pack and live alone, he gradually devolves until he’s more beast than man. He turns into a de

"Why didn't her pack recognize what she was?" "Because they were looking for traditional strength." Doc gestured at Jolie. "Big wolves. Dominance. Violence. Moonfire wolves don't work like that. They're subtle. They work through others, heal instead of harm. Most packs wouldn't recognize one if they saw it." Jolie's fingers tightened around mine. "So I'm not broken?" "No, little wolf." I kissed her knuckles. "You never were." "There's more." Doc pulled up another image. "Moonfire wolves bond deeply with their packs. They can sense emotions, calm aggression, even share strength. But it comes at a cost. Every time you use your power, it drains you. Healing especially."

began to advance. I knew that we had to fight, or we would not survive. So, I gave the signal, and the pack leapt into action. We circled the werewolf, our teeth and claws bared. We struck with all our might, but the werewolf was strong. It fought back, its power almost overwhelming us. But then, something happened that I could never have predicted. A lone wolf, one that had not been part of our pack before, appeared out of the shadows. It was a wolf unlike any I had ever seen. It was pure white, its fur glowing in the moonlight. And its eyes, they burned with a light that was not of this world. It howled, and the sound was like nothing I had ever heard before. It was a sound of pure power,

I reply shakily. “It smells like there are lots of werewolves in front of us, but none at the same time. Does that make any sense?” he sighs, rubbing his forehead. “It smells like they were here, but they aren’t anymore,” he explains. “But it’s completely different from the Howlers Packs, where the strongest scent came from the burned-down buildings,” Jason explains, and I nod. “Something different must’ve happened here.” We go on, holding hands, and I soon detect a scent that resembles the scent of a pack of wolves. But I agree with Jason. It smells like they aren’t here anymore.

Ignoring the possibility of an identity crisis, a werewolf-witch hybrid could potentially possess numerous strengths. Connor growled. Disturbing visions filled his mind. The Nimbria pack might be facing a formidable hybrid, one that was both powerful and cunning, considering that Ivan and Rowena were no ordinary beings. It was entirely reasonable to assume that this hybrid would become an extremely powerful werewolf, far stronger than Ivan, given the added advantages of Rowena's bloodline.

She said, conceding to the fact quite easily. I turned to look at her and once again, my curiosity was piqued over what the relationship I had with this woman was. I wanted to ask, but I didn't want to know. Somehow, I felt that I knew the answer to that question, but I was just afraid of facing the truth myself. And even though I thought I knew the truth about what bonded me to this woman, I wasn't sure that I wanted to hear it. Ever. If I did, the anger I always felt at being abandoned would rise and I would have to leave the place -I mean the pack, just as she told me that the place where werewolves lived together was called a pack. I wouldn't have minded leaving, but for Claire. I didn't

I added. Everyone, including mama, enlarged their eyes thrice as their normal sizes when none of them could believe someone like me who just turned alpha in a day could challenge a hundred-year-old alpha. One of the werewolf guardians wanted to grab the necklace from the ground to accept the challenge instead of Marcos. But before his hand could reach the necklace, I growled at him. "I don't want more blood will have to stain the ground. I'm an alpha now. My strength and speed are probably ten times more potent compared to ordinary ones. And my claws and fangs are more lethal." I added.