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she asked, hoping she didn’t sound crazy to him. “I mean, it is too late to ask that now. You already started” Alexander said to her with a smile. “Well, I guess you are right. Back to my story, they were the protectors of this kingdom. As I said, they were not normal wolves. They were burning wolves, the best of their kind. The last ones to exist. They were killed, burnt alive in their house” she said to him. “How do you kill a burning wolf by burning them alive?” Alexander asked, confused.

“Bound for what reason?” “To contain its rage,” Luna answered. “The Spirit Wolf is neither good nor evil. It mirrors the hearts of those who summon it. If summoned with vengeance… it destroys.” Zara scoffed. “And you expect us to believe your family held the key to that?” “My father didn’t believe the stories,” Luna continued. “He broke the oath. Tried to harness the wolf’s power… and it slaughtered our pack instead.” Kael’s mind raced. “Why are the signs appearing again now? Why would the Spirit Wolf return?”

I remembered the last time I saw Lycan. He didn’t say anything. He just walked away. His eyes were cold full of betrayal. I betrayed him first. I thought he’d follow me forever. I thought he’d love me no matter what I did. But even wolves know when to walk away. And when I lost my wolf spirit… That was the day I knew I had lost everything. Without my wolf, I was just human. Weak. Vulnerable. Alone. The taxi stopped near White Rock Lake. I paid the driver and stepped out.

"Why would she do that?" "Because the girl is a Spirit Wolf," Hela said simply like that explained everything. "One of the last of her kind. Her mother knew what would happen if that truth was discovered so she bound the wolf away using her own life force as the key." Spirit Wolf. The term meant something, scratched at memories of old lessons about rare bloodlines that were supposed to be extinct. Spirit Wolves were said to be more powerful than any Alpha, able to command loyalty from any wolf regardless of pack bonds. They were also hunted to extinction centuries ago because that kind of power made everyone nervous.

We promised ourselves not to worry about the future but take the days gradually as they come and go and live in every moment as if it were our last. THE END (This book is the second book of the spirit wolf series. The last book of the Spirit Wolf Series would soon be out. Thank you for your love, support and votes)

“I’ve been Alpha since my father died at a young age; our Pack isn't a great deal, so we weren’t that important. Finding a Luna and all that shit. My point is, coming here is like finding a burning chimney in an ice-cold winter season. But getting here, I’m not sure it’s exactly how I thought it would be. But then I saw you and your spirit…your aura, I knew you were just as confused as I was, and that is why I followed you.” “You are a spirit wolf?” I’ve heard about them. Tales of old, most people call them legends, while others propose that they are just myths and probably never existed. From the little I know about Spirit wolves, they can know who you are just by looking into your soul. So

Please continue, I really would like to sleep before I go to work. “Having a spiritual wolf differs from having the spirit of a wolf by one thing, essence. Most wolves are born with the essence of a spirit and that essence is cultivated until they shift which means they will have the traits of that spirit. Not their power. The most powerful wolves can be born with the essence of the spirit but would be chosen by that very same spirit before shifting. Then the spirit and its powers will manifest with the wolf and host of that body basically being reincarnated.” She explained and I tried to follow.

I say with a laugh as I laugh manically when Chaos comes forward as I grow taller, meeting his eye level. “But I can! I am the last Luna Wolf.” Chaos howls loud and long, causing the ground to shake as roars ring out from around the pack grounds as the spirit wolves come out of the treeline. Moments later, the doors to the packhouse open as the warriors of hell and the hell hounds pile out.

How could I possibly beat him now, when he had the power of many, many werewolves helping him? But then, I noticed it – a soft pull on my thoughts. I looked around and saw that not all the spirits were being drawn to Ryder. Many of them were reaching out to me, offering their strength willingly. Understanding dawned on me. This was the last battlefield, where the destiny of all werewolves — from the past, the present, and the future — would be determined. And I wasn't fighting by myself. With a silent prayer of thanks, I opened myself to the spirits, feeling their power flow into me. It was different from Ryder's stolen energy – this was warm, comforting, filled with the wisdom and love of c

He saluted and left. Adrian stood by my side now. “Alpha, do you think this is the work of those spirits that take on the faces of wolves?" “No. Rowan assured me, it was captured. I believe that he wouldn't want to harm his pack members, but this is another spirit.” I leaned back in my chair. The report sat on my desk, names of wolves I had trained and fought beside. Eighteen of them vanished. What was responsible for this? I couldn't even tell. The dark spirits were getting worse.