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"She gives me a god and leaves me in a cage." The Goddess does not choose the shallow, the wolf countered, her voice sounding like grinding stones. You are the last of the Millennium line, a warrior in a servant's skin. You look at your chains, but you have forgotten you are the one who holds the key, for your true mate is already drawing breath in your territory. He is the fire to your ice, so do not let this pack extinguish you before he arrives. The moon mark on my hand flared with a blinding, silver light, the vibration traveling up my arm to rattle my teeth as the world began to tilt, leaving the silver void to bleed right back into the greasy darkness of reality.

He almost cries from a weird mix of joy, relief and exhaustion when he sees the menacing wolves stop abruptly, so much so that they pile onto each other in a mess of limbs and confused barks. Millan has to retain his laughter; they really are one of the most idiotic packs he’s ever encountered. He falls to the ground and clutches his painfully pulsating leg with both his hands and leans on the sheltering tree, desperately trying to catch his breath. The pile of alphas and betas slowly disentangle themselves before their leader comes as close to Millan as the border would allow it. “If I catch your scum rogue ass on our territory again, I’ll rip your head off. Is that clear?”

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.

she began and almost jumped out of her shoes as she turned her head and Dante’s scent invaded her entire being with warmth and something else. Dante smirked and raised his eyebrows. “a little jumpy, aren't we assassin?” He teased and Mj clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth as she rolled her eyes, “humor me,” he asked, and she waved her arm, “I’m still standing here aren't I,” she snapped and Dante shook his head with a smirk before he picked up one of the books, “what do you know about Originals?” he inquired hopefully and Mj shrugged, “same thing everybody else does I suppose… Why Dante, you wanna show me how big your wolf is?” She teased and watched as the fire blazed behind hi

They were able to infiltrate the Hotel within minutes. Helicent was the first inside, shooting Vampire after Vampire with a shotgun loaded with ultraviolet. Lyall followed just behind her. They might not adore each other, but they are mated. And Lyall couldn’t help but protect Helicent with his life, she is despite everything, his Wolf Tamer.

Fagua I stumbled backwards as the wolves closed in. His words promised to deliver exactly what he’d said. I didn't know what he'd do to me, but I didn't like the gleam in his eyes or the wolves around me. "How come you've never turned, girl? Got too much of your damn Ma in you." He sneered. "All you need is a few bites to get the change fever going. Handy it's a full moon coming up soon." I'd never been bitten by a wolf my entire life. "That won't work. If I haven't become a wolf now, I won't ever."

A book came out along with his hand, both fully intact. “The Courage to Trust,” by Dr. Franklin Reed. He had to be joking. There were hidden cameras here somewhere, I just knew it. No fucking way was the god of wolves cracking open a self-help book from the mortal realm. Sure enough, he fanned through the book eagerly, skipping over several chapters in the process. The tip of his tongue appeared from between his plump lips. He found the page he’d been looking for and quickly skimmed it. With a satisfied hum, he chucked the book behind his shoulder where it was swallowed up by that strange, shimmering magic.

Astrid’s POV: “Special abilities?” I asked “Yes! “According to the Ancient Wolf Anecdotes,” Alpha’s father informed me, “there are 100 types of wolves, each possessing a unique ability exclusive to its kind. These wolves are extremely rare and almost impossible to locate. I recommend reading the entire introduction of this book, particularly the 99th page.” “I will definitely read it,” I replied, clutching the book. I dusted off the cover, and the beautiful embroidery caught my attention.

The wolf stood beside it, watching its reflection on its clear waters, and was thankful to the moon shining above them because if it weren't for it, Camila wouldn't have seen what her wolf looked like. She was big. Bigger than Alpha Killan's, and she was amazed at the number of questions rushing through her mind. She was completely black, except for her ears, which were pure white, and her eyes, which glowed red. She read books when she was young. She had heard tales, and she had heard the elders of the pack talking about them. They were rare, pure black wolves with pure whitish ears and glowing red eyes. They hadn't had one in about a hundred years, so she was the first one. She didn't know

Not with this cursed band strangling the soul out of me. So I stared, cold and unmoved, letting my silence speak the promise my mouth never could: One day, I will destroy you. One of the books shifted slightly on the table, falling open just enough to reveal images—hand-drawn wolves with glowing, mournful eyes and shattered jaws. Caged. Silenced. Like me. His eyes flicked to the page with casual malice. “These talk about wolves who defied their mates,” he said, like he was discussing a bedtime story.