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Morrigan hesitated, as if choosing her words carefully. “Forbidden wolves,” she said quietly. Lyra’s breath caught. "Wolves whose bonds behave abnormally," Morrigan went on. Wolves who grow stronger when they should weaken. Wolves who awaken power that isn’t meant to exist inside pack territory.” The mothers exchanged glances, their expressions tightening. One of them whispered, “That’s only legend.” Morrigan’s lips curved into something that looked like sympathy. “I hope it is,” she replied. “Truly. But we can’t pretend the signs aren’t there.”

Miss you guys. Then I drop the phone again. My hands are shaking slightly. The silence of the large, unfamiliar room hums around me, a waiting silence. I break it first. “So, Isla… what are wolves actually like? Besides possessive and obsessed with titles.” She chuckles, a comforting, rolling sound in my mind. "Depends on the wolves, really. These ones? Traditional. Bound to cultures, customs, rituals, and strict hierarchy. Honestly, they cling to traditions more than any other supernatural creature I know. It's their method of staying grounded and hidden."

Wayne muttered and Olive whipped her head at him, scowling deeply. “Don't even think using words like that on me will get me to stop being angry,” she blurted but Wayne laughed and winked. “This is a masterpiece. It contains every myth and legend regarding the firewolf, what is true and not true,” Mufasa spoke out as he began glancing through the pages. “Apparently, they're rare and only happen in millenniums. According to Milicent who almost turned us all to book shelves of course,” Crusoe stated.

Then Millen stopped. Mid-air. Impossibly. As if she had hit an invisible wall. It was Milo. But something had changed. He shone like a dying star about to explode. Or maybe he was. The purple light was so intense it hurt to look at it directly. His wolf form seemed to shimmer, reality itself bending around him as power poured through his body. But something was wrong... I could see it even through my pain-blurred vision… he was burning up. Burning his essence. His life force. The very core of what held his human self and wolf together.

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.

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Her eyes held anxiousness, worries, fear, and her expressions let me conclude that she had never something like Miracle. The lady must have been a werewolf or something supernatural for she disappeared in an instant after that unwanted encounter. Unlike Emma's wolf Emmy, Miracle is a brown wolf with a brown, thick, bushy tail, and long ears with light chocolate inner skin. Miracle is a huge wolf. Emma didn’t believe it after she saw Miracle for the first time.

she shrieked, trying to push herself up on trembling arms. The windows exploded inward. Glass showered the room as three massive wolves burst through, their bodies rippling with raw power. Miranda threw her arms over her face, feeling the rush of wind and fur and something ancient that made her own wolf whimper in submission. Daniel scrambled backward, his face drained of all color. The chanting outside stopped abruptly. The three wolves were enormous, each one easily twice the size of normal pack wolves. One had fur black as midnight, another russet brown that gleamed like polished copper, and the third was silver-grey like winter storm clouds.

--- **The Landing** We crash into snowdrifts at the foot of the graves, the auroras spinning overhead. Eden coughs blood, his skin cracked with frost. Kael licks a gash on his paw, his fur singed. The needle is gone, but its echo lingers-a phantom itch in my palm. The First Wolves' spirits circle us, their eyes no longer hostile. The scarred she-wolf dips her head. *"The debt is paid. The Mother's thread is clipped."*

Noticed my size. Mother swore up and down that we didn't come from an Alpha line. That we were common folk who had moved from Ireland because our father became depressed about the climate. Mine and Isaac's wolves said a whole other story. We were massive, even for the larger ones of the pack. Our sizes rivaled any Alpha's