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Inside one chamber, several guards restrained a young wolf struggling violently against chains. At first glance, he looked ordinary. Terrified. Sweating. But when he lifted his head His eyes flickered violet. My stomach dropped. “He attacked two guards without warning,” Killian explained. “Then started speaking in another voice.” The wolf suddenly laughed. Not his laugh. Her laugh. Every hair on my body stood on end. “Well done,” the voice said through him, smooth and familiar. “You found one of my listeners.” Theodore stepped forward, fury radiating from him.

I growl stalking towards him again “Martin wait” Bryat says and I turn to him, anger still boiling in me “do you remember the story…the one they told us when we were younger. The black female wolf. If what he says is true…if Claire is the black female wolf she doesn’t get a mate. If this is true there could be more alphas coming to see if it’s true”

Finally home," Mila shouted happily, throwing my body on my bed, staring at the ceiling vaguely, thinking what she had been through in those days. Previous Everything was like magic, like fantasy and like dreams.. never believable She raised the book with her hands, contemplating it with a thought that seemed very old, even the pages of it were yellow, some of which were torn from the edges! I sat up straight, opening it “ This book belongs to the royal family of werewolves only.” She read what was written in the introduction, biting her lips lightly, eager for what was to come.

When my ancestors settled here and began to build their pack of wolves, they named the pack after the birds that had already made their homes in these parts. Those beautiful, winged creatures hadn’t been seen in decades. Along with the war and the destruction of the atmosphere, wildlife began to disappear. Either migrating or dying off. As a little girl, my mother used to tell me that one day the Ravens would return to these parts. When the true Alpha of wolves walked amongst us. That the land would flourish and werefolk would begin to find their mates again. Maybe someday my mother's stories will come true, and the Ravens will return. I skip down the last step and round the corner landing o

--Alyssa-- I was deeply engrossed in the book I had found. It was believed that the white wolves were the first of their kind to come into existence, blessed with extraordinary powers. They had the ability to heal, control the earth and everything within it, and even communicate directly with the moon goddess. These gifts made them revered but also envied, and eventually, the other wolves' jealousy led to a devastating purge aimed at eliminating the white wolves entirely.

This question—how she was able to get into my head—puzzled me to no end, and I needed to find out. She shook her head, and I frowned. “Is she lying?” I mused. But she had no reason to lie—I’d just saved her life. “I’ve heard tales from my grandmother before she passed into the afterlife,” Mira said, “that there are special, but rare, wolves out there who can hear voices in their heads even when they are far away. As long as the special wolf is within range, they’ll definitely hear.” I frowned a little. “I’ve also heard tales of such kinds, but I thought it was just a myth. No one had ever experienced it—it was just passed down through generations as a story.”

Mirra made a sound that was not quite agreement and not quite disagreement, the sound of someone acknowledging a point they found partially valid. "Tomorrow," she said. To me. "Tomorrow," I said. I stood. I looked at the closed leather volume on the table, the three hundred and ten years of silver wolves documented in careful columns, the record of what happened to the packs that received them poorly and the ones that did not. I pressed the locket through my coat. Three centuries, my wolf said. Not with the weight of burden. With the weight of something understood. Three centuries of us. I turned toward the door.

Isn’t that precious,* Mila said, smacking away and chomping through her mangled mess. *Sure, I guess,* I cringed, unsure of which sight was making me more queasy. “Goddess, she really is a pure golden wolf. Magnificent,” Draven said in shock, just as Mila got up to strut around and show herself off. What the heck was so special about a golden wolf?

How strange was that? Channeling my inner sarcastic bitch, I puffed out my chest and lowered my voice to a deep rumble. “Fear not, little wolf, I will protect you. For I am Azrael, God of Wolves and stalkerish obsessions.” “My, what a deep voice for such a small girl.” With a gasp, I spun towards the sound.

In a flash of an eye all three of them were dire wolves running through the woods, wild, free. Not for long, Pearl knew she needed to go back to the mortal realm and save Ethan. END OF BOOK 1