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“Actually, yes.” Leslie’s attention caught on the pendant at Sara’s throat: a heart circled by twin wolfsbane branches, two helmets facing off in the center—one ancient, crest-plumed; one modern, angular. An emblem Jake had noticed once before on a woman at Sydney Airport with a red specimen freezer box labeled Lycotonum—a word that had been a splinter in his mind ever since. “That’s beautiful,” Leslie said. “What’s it mean?” Sara’s hand grazed it—fond, offhand. “Family thing. Mum said it’d keep away nightmares.” A small shrug. “To me, it’s just a keepsake.”

I heard Bazaar. I then know what the dark smoke was. It was wolfbane the substance they discovered to kill and weaken a wolf. The wolfsbane was now causing me difficulty breathing. My eyes run water and my vision became blurry still I didn't close my eyes. My eyes remained half-opened until I saw the dark dust that surrounded us slowly disappeared. When it did everyone within the wall was lying on the floor still and scared. It was not easy seeing them since my vision was still a bit blurry, but there was one image I could see clearly, and that was a white large werewolf that appears to be a she-wolf lying on the ground with a knife in its heart, covered in bright red blood. Bazaar walked ov

He asked. “I'll do it”. A werewolf replied before picking Cabrera up and holding her in her arms, bridal style. “The rest of you are dismissed”! He said to which they all turned around and began leaving. As he turned around to leave, he noticed a piece of metal in the ground so he walked closer. Looking down, he saw the broken form of a werewolf on the floor with a red metallic crest with the symbol of a scythe pinned to his shoulder. “Isn't this the symbol of the blood moon Pack's reaper squad”? He thought to himself. Looking around to make sure no one was watching, he cut down some plantain leaves with his claws and draped it over the body before lifting it over his shoulder.

"And if my guess is right, whoever the rogue's true alpha is wants to align with the witches." There was a mark placed by the moon goddess on the shoulders of wolves and lycanthropes used to identify wolf's according to their packs. The mark, known as the Luna Sigil, was a unique symbol that appeared on the skin of every wolf and lycanthrope at birth, signifying their pack affiliation and lineage. Each pack has its own unique markings but from afar while comparing a pack's symbol with another.. one might think they look the same. Lysander smirked darkly. His face was so scary Raveyn shivered. At that moment, the butler suddenly appeared by the door that was left open by the nonchalant Darkli

The three frightened werewolves left my workroom at once. . That evening, the long table was feasting on different kinds of mouthwatering dishes. From the meat in the sea to the meat on the land and the meat in the sky. The vast amount of greens and luscious fruits were also present and placed in a big wooden bowl with a growling wolf carving. That's the symbol of my kingdom. A dark dire wolf with fangs as sharp as a blade and eyes as dark as the night forest lifted its head high challenging the moon goddess with its gesture.

‘A wild guess? I nodded. ‘A good one.’ She chuckled and pointed at the triangle. ‘This is the fang of a werewolf—and this.’ Her finger shifted to the rectangle. ‘Symbolises humans.’ Huh? Is that how they see us? Rectangles? I frowned. ‘Why are humans rectangles?’ ‘Their abilities are limited. So the ancient wolves used the ‘cup’ to symbolise them.’ ‘I see.’ A sour taste seeped into my mouth. I like to think that us humans have strengths that are different from the werewolves. ‘So this is the symbol of the Moon Goddess?’ I pointed at the second symbol—an empty circle.

I also reviewed some of the pack's financial records, making sure everything was in order. As the morning wore on, I decided to take a walk in the pack's gardens. The fresh air and sunshine would do me some good, and I needed a break from the confines of the pack house. As I strolled through the gardens, I saw something I never noticed before. In the center of the clearing stood a large, ancient-looking tree. And carved into the trunk of the tree was a symbol I recognized — the symbol of the Lunar Curse. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I stared at the symbol. The Lunar Curse was a legendary affliction that caused werewolves to lose control of their wolves during full moons. It was said

I ask one of the wolves who looks pensive with his body rigid and steps firm and quick. He pauses once he hears my question and bows deeply in respect before looking back up at me with frantic eyes that sink dread down to my stomach. “We are under attack,” he says simply, and I stare confused at him unsure of what he means. “By who? I thought the Alpha had taken care of the rogues,” I say to him and I see the restraint to stand still and answer my question, visible on his features. “We are not sure of their identities Luna, from the information we got they look as pale as vampires on the verge of death, they carry an ancient symbol on their forehead that can only be interpreted as the symbol

He had a lot of minions which he occasionally sent to the Werewolf territory but the Vampires were defeated by the Werewolfs usually because of numbers advantage. Recently, Grey had not sent Vampires to the Werewolf and Lycan territory and it was quite suspicious. The Werewolfs and Lycans felt that he's planning something big and want a new leader who can take him down and they thought and decided that no one else could defeat a vampire as strong as Grey if not Kyle. But they won't allow Kyle be the leader until he gets married. Marriage was a sign of a responsible adult to them and they wanted a responsible leader who can fight their sworn enemy. After weighing his options, Kyle glanced at

Its surface bore several black, wedge-shaped characters that appeared to have been haphazardly drawn but concealed some secrets. "Fetch the candle," I said with a tight frown as I continued to examine the parchment scroll carefully. "Alpha, what's wrong with this?" Bard was a bit puzzled, but he obediently picked up the burning candlestick and carefully approached. Without answering, I directly placed the parchment scroll on top of the candlestick, causing the black characters on the parchment to quickly blacken. "Alpha!" Braum shouted nervously. Just as everyone froze, the black on the characters slowly faded, ultimately solidifying into a hot gold logo. A wolf's head with a small crown ato