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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…

******* I will upload Chapter 1 under Legacy of the wolf but it will be a seperate book, Legacy of the wolf: War of the Wolves******** The haunted sounds of a wolf's broken-hearted song lit up the darkness inside Dante’s mind, just like it had done every night since he left his mate asleep in their bed almost a year ago. Dante turned his head on a swivel in the obscurity, even though he knew he was still asleep. “Why do you do this to me every night, Theo! Do you enjoy torturing me?” Dante spat the words into the darkness and was only answered by the forlorn echo of a pathetic whimper as Theron’s vast body sulked into view. The normally large majestic beast now looked ragged and old, his hea

He will not have any memories until he falls deeply in love, and then all the memories will return. The witches are jumping for joy, that the woman he seems to be attracted to is a wolf. He will be in love with a wolf when he finds out all the atrocities he has done to their kind. They knew that once he felt genuine pain, he would feel remorse and must live with it for the rest of his life. This was a just punishment that he could not escape. The next morning, the sun shone through the windows, blinding Noah as he opened his eyes for the day. There weren't any curtains, and the shades had never been closed.

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've only ever seen one bloodline with glowing red eyes before. I thought back to Alpha Gabriel with his black fur and glowing red orbs that seemed to burn through my soul. From what everyone said, he was good and pure. He was an honest Alpha who loved his mate more than anything in the world, but he was also terrifying to look at in his fur. Parker moved forward, pressing his nose against the barrier, and snorting with a shake of his head as he pulled back. If a wolf as strong as his couldn't get through, I had no doubt that no one could.

There was a tale passed through generations, reaching the 21st Century, about a group of werewolves’ special mutation that brings out dormant abilities from a family’s genetic line. They were said to be marked and blessed by the moon goddess for they were the first of her followers. They were given the title of Legacy Wolves, keeping up their tradition and passing on their special traits through their children.

Anna cut her off and Mireille looked at her, shock written all over her face. "I don't know. Someone gave me one at Apex pack. She said it was the story of the witches." "Where is it?" Mireille asked with bright eyes. "In my room. I didn't think it was important so I didn't read it. I didn't believe witches existed. Do you want it?" "Can I have–borrow it? I want to know more about them." Mireille asked. "I can give it to you. I don't need them. Except for recreational activities, I see no reason why a wolf should read books about witches." Anna said, about to push the book back into the shelf. Mireille gave it to her back forcefully.

Free. Beautiful. It felt like he'd captured a moment even I didn’t know was special. The thumping of my heart was almost overwhelming. Beneath the frame lay a small leather-bound journal. My fingers brushed across its cover before opening it. The first page was handwritten, his script neat but bold: Things to know before your wolf comes. The title alone made my throat tighten. I turned the page, reading a few lines. They weren’t from a textbook. They were personal and practical.

Handing it over to me, his eyes looked gloomy. “You won’t find comfort in these pages,” he said. “But you may just find what you are looking for.” I opened carefully, my fingers trembling and sweaty all of a sudden, the pages smelled old, worn out and ripped off at the edges. On the first page, written in red ink fading and peeling, were the words: “The Blood in Her Name.” “What is this?” I asked, the title multiplying my fears. “An account of wolves born with what we called... dark spirits.” He folded his hands across his chest as he spoke. “Wolves who walked two paths at once, light and darkness, peace and destruction.”