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Every witch born was appointed one at the moment of their birth. I clutched the crystal to my chest and chanted, "Spirits on the other side hear my cursed cry Guide me to what I seek Reveal the danger that comes for me." I stared intently at the crystal, waiting anxiously for the face of that wolf to reveal itself. A cloud of darkness blanketed the crystal, and I squinted my eyes to look pass it, but it was futile. There was no wolf, just a blank canvas. Undecided. I sighed in frustration and shook the crystal.

Angel sincerely told Mira but she shook her head while smiling at him. “No, you have the right to know what I know about them.” Mira smiled assuringly at him. “Then I’m all ears.” Angel smiled genuinely and began on listening attentively to his mate. “Honestly, I am not familiar with them but from what I’ve heard before, Spirit wolves dwells in the Singarti Kingdom for a very long time ago. It exists the same with vampires and witches but as generation pass, they began to be extinct. They were not hunted by anyone, to be honest, but they suddenly left without a trace.” Mira went on speaking about what she knew about the Spirit Wolf that Angel was intrigued about.

He was a bigger wolf than she was, by God. Used to working with—taller and with broad shoulders. His guilty determination prevented him from averting his gaze from her or making a concession. It is understandable why Larissa was drawn to the attention-grabbing gray. Lelandi couldn’t help but ponder the experience of having a romp with a boisterous wolf like him. Yet, damned if it hadn’t resulted to Larissa’s death. Keep company with those of your own type, as her father would have advised. No humans; only the red type of lupus garou. No one raised a cup to take a sip of their beverage, and not a single person moved. She fought the need to swallow and pushed herself to look at Darien to see w

The revelations sought were poised to unravel, and the wolf, a manifestation of the ancient forces at play, stood as a guide through the intricate labyrinth of destiny. The wolf within the flames continued to gaze at me with eyes that held the wisdom of ages. Its words, spoken in a language that seemed to transcend the mortal realm, cut through the air. "You have come to discover the whole truth about your kingdom. You have doubts about your wife, your elders, your dungeon prisoner. Am I right?" the spirit asked, its voice a haunting melody that echoed through the mystical clearing. A shiver ran down my spine as the spirit laid bare the very doubts that had lingered in the recesses of my tho

The profound and natural detachment emanating from me filled him with a bone-chilling fear. "You can't. You also can't win back the deep-rooted trust I once had in you. Everything you're doing now is like a willful pup. You're trying to piece together a broken bond—that's not possible. "From now on, we shouldn't meet ever again." With that, I stepped forward and walked past him. In that moment, I felt my wolf instincts awakening. I threw myself completely into the peacekeeping work at the frontier. Every battle here, every confrontation, stirred the hidden power within me.

"Your exit clearance and Pack resignation paperwork will be approved tomorrow." Another pause. Longer. "Out there," he said quietly, "take care of yourself." --- Evening came. I brought help to Kaelan's villa to pack the rest of my things. In the corner of my old room, a small box. I opened it. Inside: movie stubs. Memory stones from the beach. The wolf fang he'd given me the first time he'd said he loved me. I closed the box. Dropped it in the trash bag.

One hand had human fingers; the other was locked into a rigid, clawed wolf paw. In his final moments, his wolf spirit and his human consciousness had torn each other apart from the inside. Wolf spirit collapse. It only happens when a wolf has lost every last reason to live. The wolf spirit turns against its host, choosing mutual annihilation. It is the most agonizing death in the entire werewolf world. I stood in the center of my pharmacy, holding that crumpled piece of paper, silent for a long time. Sunlight from the window fell directly across the room, warm and bright. It struck the twisted handwriting and made it almost painful to look at.