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"And then the debt collectors will come for both of us and seize pack lands, and every wolf in Crescent Moon Pack will lose their homes because you were too selfish to accept your fate. Can you live with that?" The trap closes around me so perfectly I almost admire the cruelty. He knows I cannot let the pack suffer for his mistakes, recognizes I have spent three years protecting these wolves from his incompetence, and admits I will choose their safety over my freedom. "You are a monster," I say. "I'm a realist." He responds by straightening his jacket like we just finished a pleasant conversation. "You were never going to give me an heir anyway, too defective for that. At least this way you

But still… ‘So, you finally showed yourself again…’ I could still vividly recall the first time that Mila lost herself completely. I wasn’t sure how much she knew about pleasure, but if I had to make a bet, then I would say not much. She was probably shocked or absolutely confused when she suddenly went into heat. I had no idea if that concept worked the same way or felt the same way for a she-wolf as it did for an Alpha, so I wasn’t sure if I truly understood. However, the way that Mila seemed to crave for endless pleasure told me that it may have been very similar.

I told him as I pointed at a few Wolves that were close enough to hear the conversation. Alpha Leon nodded and stretched down his arm for a handshake. "So, Alpha of the Millenium wolves. There is a nice place for you here, for all of you," I said looking at the wolfs in front of me. "Jake, will you be kind to show them their new area?" I asked smiling at him whilst patting his left shoulder. He nodded and gestured for the Millenium wolf pack to follow him. Here is the link to my facebook fan page https://www.facebook.com/rishanovel/

I hated how steadying it felt. I stepped back before I could think too hard about that. "Just — explain. You said you'd seen this before. What did you mean?" "There's a novel," he said. "About a wolf warrior who enrolls at an academy and starts shifting into a black wolf instead of the rare white wolf she was born with. No one can explain it. Not at first." My pulse spiked. "Who wrote it?" "Sophie Miller, I think." The name hit me like a blow to the chest. The world tilted, sound rushing out of my ears until all I could hear was my own heartbeat, deafening.

She estimated that six cars in total were pulled down off the tracks with them. She had banged her forehead on the first pitch anticipating more movement and paying the price in a nice solid goose egg on her head. Her wrist and knees aching from the impact against the bumpy metal, she tried to right herself, but before she could there was a horrible metal scrape, followed by a slam and light flooding into the car from their new side wall. A bright brown wolf, the size of a VW bug dashed inside, barely squeezing into the door hatch. He was frothing at the mouth and had crazed eyes that Jane could see the whites of despite the fact that he was moving, and fast. With a low whimper, it crouched

She wondered where Damien went as she didn't meet him in the room after she had her bath. She stood up and headed to the large shelf, wondering what kind of books were there. She ran her fingers through the books in the first row of the shelf and randomly picked up a book. Looking at the front of the book, it read "First generation Werewolves" "So Werewolves had different generations, hmm interesting" Aurora muttered to herself and turned the book open. ‘The First generation Werewolves, a dangerous and infectious breed. They had quite a dangerous aura, no! These were raging monsters, never to take the human form again’

I respected him for it. “I want someone to pay,” he growled, the menace in his voice made even my wolf chuckle happily. Well, ok. I was a ruthless bastard and there was no way I did anything that didn’t to some degree line up with my plans. The wolf in front of me had a reason to hate the Blackwood pack as much as I did, and he WAS a pure Beta wolf – a rarity these days. I’d be stupid to let such an opportunity pass me by…

A small, evil smile lifted my lips at the thought. I sat cross-legged on a velvet-cushioned bench, a massive leather-bound tome spread open in front of me, my fingers tracing the faded ink of a chapter titled The Luminary Wolves. The wolves in this book were dated back to the creation of the world. Their abilities were out of this world, given to them by the moon goddess herself. The description of their powers came close—very close—but it still wasn’t right.

Told me that my place was on the streets and nowhere else. The two men finally passed a cafe on the other side of the street. I turned left, into an alley. My body shuddered at the prospect of turning. The wolf I had was a vicious thing. Had no mercy or grace. But she came in handy in situations like these. If she decided to show face. Unlike normal wolves, I struggled to turn. Had struggled since my first full moon after my thirteenth birthday. Apparently, not all wolves had minds of their own. Only mine.

But if I told them the truth, maybe they would take me back to Thornwood. “A werewolf.” I said as loud as I could muster. Collective gasps broke out around me. Gasps of shock and disdain. I dragged my gaze around, confused by their reaction. Wait, he did say this was the ‘Dragon Keep’. The memory of when I came across a book about Dragons rushed into my mind. “...dragons are egoistic creatures who think they're better than everyone. They hung our kind for sport. They're monsters, Eloise…” Mae had told me that day.