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Instantly, my body tensed, anticipating an attack. I did not have to wait long as two large werewolves came into my line of vision. From their scent, I sniffed their intent. They were rogues ready for the kill. They came hurtling without warning. One rogue wolf hit my chest with its right-hand leg while the other snapped at my hand. He bit into it and would not let go. I gave out a yelp. Surprised at their strength. Rogues are generally weak creatures owing to their being pack less, but these two are strong. I coughed and spit on the ground.

The library had revealed its secrets to me, and I would seize this opportunity to uncover the truth, no matter the challenges that lay ahead. As I delved deeper into the mystical pages of the book, my eyes alighted upon a page that trembled with ancient knowledge. My breath hitched, and my heart quickened as I read the words that seemed to leap off the parchment. The page revealed a hidden truth, a forgotten chapter in the history of the City of Grapetown. It spoke of an era long past, when the streets I walked upon were dominated by the majestic presence of werewolves. These noble creatures, born with the moon's touch upon their souls, had once reigned supreme in the shadows, their power un

Cassadie thought as fingers run through her hair while she was hugging a man's naked chest where she leans her head on his arm. She looked at him, his red eyes seemed to reflect the half-moon’s light. His red lips that were very soft had thirsts her and made her want more. His pale skin and pure white hair remind her earlier that night when she had mistaken him for a vampire. His skin was soft as if he bathed in milk and he just smells so good that she couldn't stop herself from sniffing his neck. She was a human yet she wondered if this may be how vampires were attracted to blood.

***TRIGGER WARNING: Up until now, this story has been fairly tame. From this point forward, Wolfblood takes a dark turn. For those who read the first book of the series, Wolfbane, this book is much darker and deals with more serious, real-world issues. If you prefer light-hearted romances without violence, I advise you not to continue. If, however, you enjoy thrilling werewolf romance novels, please continue with Wolfblood! I promise it's worth the ride.***

Patients with severe changes were immediately rescued by them. Osmund heads to the Dennis clan territory with countless werewolf leaders with tremendous fighting power. Werewolves are not weak, werewolves are extremely strong, they are so strong that it is impossible to imagine. Werewolves can kill advanced vampires. Renee Dennis felt werewolves appear, they didn't touch the vomiting people in this area. Osmund standing on the cliff, the giant white wolf, the moonlight shining on the white fur, every hair on the wolf's body seems to glow. Osmund cold.

I felt his breath as his cold cheek is touching my blooded one, as he stares at the book. The paragraph says: Werewolves are stronger than vampires, they can tear their necks apart. As I read this, I saw the book got burned by itself, I glanced at Alex's eyes who are glowing red, his blueness disappeared. " You're not allowed to read about any creatures but myself, what? Do you think your dog boy would bite my neck? " Alex asked me as he is not Himself today. He looks worried as if he is really afraid. Werewolves...

I hoped that my eyes were playing a serious prank on me I turned backwards and there was no longer a dog, but a man, I tripped and fell to the ground, while he stood just at my foot, and stared deeply into my eyes I stared back at him, with a shaky body Fear was painted all over my face, when I realized that, he had same grey eyes as the dog, Oh no! He is the wolf! No, it can't be…werewolves aren't real' I said to myself 'They're Fictional, they aren't real'

The intensity nearly made him stagger. Blood. Hunt. Kill. The thoughts crashed into him one after another. His claws dug trenches into the earth beneath him. Several hunters noticed immediately. The man with the spear paled. "Back up," he told the others. Nobody argued. They all took a step backward. Caierre's breathing became heavier. His vision blurred. Then sharpened. Then blurred again. The wolf was pushing harder than before. Far harder. The full moon was coming. He could feel it. Every night seemed to strengthen the creature while weakening his resistance.

Vampires’ hearing was better than any werewolf's, but at the same time, werewolves were physically stronger and didn’t have a lot of weaknesses, like sunlight, garlic, fire, mirrors, iron, and many more things. Coming back to where I was, I could hear the things that werewolves couldn’t. Thinking about those mutt words, I tried not to think about Moana’s look from the wedding because I was scared that Beasty would smell me. That was a different thing. I was great at masking any feeling, but I couldn’t hide the tent in my pants, so it would be better if I wouldn’t think about her at all. "Don’t waste my time, Chris. What’s your point?" Moana growled, not entertaining his compliment.

I begin before Andrew interrupts. “Can you just give the short details?” He groans from the chair across the room, but Lyra shoots him a death glare and he shuts his mouth. “ONCE UPON A TIME,” I yell loudly, “there was a werewolf and a witch. The werewolf was one of the strongest Alpha’s in the world and his pack was feared above all other packs. The witch was tall, beautiful, and very powerful.”