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He pulled me flush against him, his kiss hard and bruising, a promise of the violence to come. "Tell me the prescription, Doctor," he growled against my lips. "We open the Violet Curtain," I said, turning to face the army of stone wolves. "We let the mountain breathe. We take the pack into the trees, and we show my father’s mercenaries what happens when you try to put a leash on an apex predator." Killian threw his head back and let out a deafening, earth-shattering howl. The five hundred armored wolves answered, the sound tearing through the valley and echoing out into the human world.

Zafira Nightvale POV "It has been many winter moons since your unranked paws walked our pack borders, hasn't it?" Mirelle Duskwater barks out real loud, her sharp snout looking super smug and full of nasty curiosity. "My ears heard a rumor that your wolf got a marriage bond? What male did you bind your skin to, huh? Why is the whole mating ceremony so hush-hush from the territory? Don't tell my camp that your new husband is some weak rogue stray that your claws cannot even bring out into the bright pack sunlight?"

“How exactly is this supposed to help me get my wolf?” Callum tapped a finger against the hard cover. “It’s got stories—legends, really—about people who lost their wolves and found a way to get them back, other of wolfless getting there wolf in the goddess’s favor. If I remember right, there are three different accounts. None of it’s guaranteed, but I figured you’ve already tried the usual routes. Journaling. Triggering traumatic memories. Those ridiculous fake rituals that don’t actually exist.” “They don’t exist?!” I hissed, my grip tightening on the book.

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.”

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.

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Arthur snapped as he took off his clothes and climbed in the bed. “What do you think about the myth of red wolf?” Arthur repeated. “I don’t think anything about it,” Mila lied. “Bash saw a red wolf in your head, so it must be connected to you somehow,” Arthur continued. “The red wolf is nothing but a superstition. It is a color of a wolf’s fur, that’s it. Like magic doesn’t make me a witch, the red of the wolf’s fur doesn’t make her an omen. She is a wolf, like any other wolf, and it is really horrible of our world to label her as deadliest, dangerous, devil, because she too feels bad about it,” Mila’s eyes were filled with tears now.

A howl with a purpose. A quarter of the warriors followed and shifted, the sound of bones breaking and skin tearing serving as the music as the sun started to set. The battle willl stretch ‘til night. In place of the men were wolves, all mighty and ferocious. Fierce slit eyes, a magnificent mane of fur, and razor sharp nails digging the soil. The wolves sat and it was the others’ cue to climb onto them. Atleast four men could ride one wolf. Another howl came from Flavian, and altogether, the wolves huffed and took a leap. In the blink of an eye, all that was left of them were dust from the utter speed.

Theo says howling with them happily. “The wolves' souls are humans, they hold what we are missing, they are our treasures,” Calesti finally adds she wasn’t as happy as the rest of them, maybe a little bit drunk. “Wolves don’t get drunk, we just like to act like we do, drunk on power,” Milo whispered to me. “Why are we telling Finn all of that?” I ask him. “You’ll see,” Milo answers me. “And then?” Finn asks. “And then we live the happiest life ever! The dream!” the same one who was howling happily about being alone and soulless.

Sent it to Mirah. [TEXT MESSAGE: Unknown tail watching the school. Alert Daisy. Fast.] She replied instantly. [On it. Get back. I need to show you something else.] --- Mirah’s POV Roan returned just as dusk began staining the sky. I greeted him at the rear again. "There’s more," I said. "There always is." I handed him a folder. "Old case. Buried under Rosa’s name. A female wolf was reported missing seven years ago. Disappeared the same week Rosa returned to the capital. No body found."