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Liking or hating, Ivory had nothing to do with it. “Hold on Magnus, I want to hear why she’s come to me looking for help.” “You’re the only person I know that’s left. I wanted to know how you planned it. I don’t want to become a rogue wolf or meander. How did you get to where you are now?” Ivory couldn’t see herself becoming a lone wolf or rogue. A lone wolf was a rogue in any pack’s territory, but a lone wolf if they were on land not owned by a pack. A lone wolf was a danger to pack secrecy and was not responsible for packing laws, so the likelihood of the wolf doing something wrong rose drastically just so that they could survive. It almost always turned out bad for everyone in the end.

Because following the other in which things were run, Zafira was not supposed to be in the room and here she was asking the question that was on everyone’s lips. Melnyk answered her questions by saying “We are blessed in this lands, first people saw us as unlucky for our forefathers were cursed and they became werewolves but as soon as they realized the gift it came with, they became scared because we have the ability of a wolf and that of a human." Melnyk paused for a while and soon continued "An average wolf is said to be stronger, faster and smarter than the average Man, yet they attack us and we can’t fight back because of a mistake my great-grandparent did” He paused again like he was s

Moon urged. "What is going to happen with this?" Rex asked a little nervous. "Your Wolf represents all your anger, your need for blood and violence. Wrapping in a ll up in a nice little bow, containing it is your human. Do you know your wolf's name?" Mook asked. "He has a name? I've always addressed him as Rex, as I do myself. " Rex looked at Moon confused. "Yes, your wolf has a name. Kit is the human, Singularis is his wolf. I am Moon and my Wolf is Krynn." Moon revealed.

Lone Wolf got up from the ground, and looked at Frederick in shock. His subordinates were furious. They took a step forward, prepared to strike. "Stop, all of you!" Lone Wolf ordered. He broke out in a cold sweat—not out of pain, but fear. If any of them made a move, none of them would leave this place alive. "Boss, what did I do wrong? Please point it out and punish me accordingly!" Lone Wolf exclaimed while he knelt to the ground. "You've made a name for yourself now. You even have a team of oil thieves working for you, and you've stolen from my oilfield," Frederick sneered sarcastically.

AUTHOR'S P.O.V. In the shrouded shadows of the night, a formidable black wolf, with fur as dark as the abyss, prowled stealthily through the underbrush. Its eyes, glowing with a fierce, infernal red, were fixed intently on the men stationed outside the building. Despite its lupine form, it exuded a commanding presence over the armed men in their human guise. The wolf, driven by a singular purpose, was here for one individual – a target it was resolutely determined to eliminate this very night.

The other Lotus member returned, knelt down and wiped at her cuts hurriedly and efficiently, revealing even more cuts she hadn't thought would be there. "Hey, you two should see this. Haven't seen the boss this dangerous in a long time," the one standing interrupted with a grin. Victor was in his wolf form, steps sure and steady as he made it to the center in one powerful leap. It made the others pause to face him, those of his pack moving in line with him and the enemy at the ready across; even the mafia sides had ceased their firing. Releasing a brief bark, the Lotus took a step back while he stepped forward. He would take them on alone.

It was a sight I had yearned to witness for five long years—a sight that filled me with a sense of contentment and longing all at once. As I stood by the bedside, a voice echoed within me—a voice that was both mine and yet separate. It was the voice of the wolf that resided within me, a part of my very essence. The wolf, a creature of raw instinct and unwavering loyalty, had remained silent for so long, kept at bay by the seal I had placed upon it. But tonight, in the presence of the woman I loved and our pup, the wolf's presence could not be contained any longer. With a surge of energy, the wolf's consciousness intertwined with mine, its thoughts and feelings becoming a part of my own.

Oscar smiled. "Thank you for telling me," Indianna nodded. "May I ask, how comes you weren't a rogue? What's the different between a rogue and a lone wolf?" "Rogues are wolves that leave the pack out of choice. They are wolves that no longer want to be in the hierarchy of a pack. Lone wolves don't have a choice. Lone wolves are rejects, people that are kicked out, forced to leave. You can leave out of choice and be a lone wolf, but only if you still have the intention of being in a pack. If you don't... then you're a rogue."

Normally, werewolves wouldn't dare to drive away Luke, the Alpha's son, but she did. Nighttime, beside the campfire. I earnestly studied the map showing the territories of the Blood Moon Pack, Blue River Pack, and Black Moon Pack. By this time, Camila had fallen asleep. I circled and marked on the paper, my gaze stopping at "Blood Moon Pack," involuntarily tearing up. The Blood Moon Pack, my homeland, but I can't go back. Are you feeling sad again, Ella? My wolf rarely speaks. I wiped away my tears and nodded. My wolf's name is Lucy, gentle and obedient. We hardly ever argue; she always understands me and supports my choices.

His hands went over my rounded belly and up to my smooth breasts, making me moan into his mouth. All the tension from the fight almost immediately turned into heat. I forgot the fight scene, but a word was playing in my ears. ACCURSED, USELESS, LONE WOLF... Accursed? Useless? Lone wolf? I flinched. Something must have really happened to Justin. "Don't you think he has lost his mind?" My wolf asked me with a soft voice. "Well, you should not be pitying him. Ride him one day and show how strong you are. The Lumina needs more power."