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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.

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.

“Well, I am here. I know you all don’t trust me, but my only intention is to help you not end this world, our world. If I could trade positions with you, I would already have done so. At least I have nothing to lose, and my friends will understand.” “How much do you know about the Guardian?” “Not much. There’s nothing written in the modern books than a children’s version of the spirit of the wolf.” “An Alaskan alpha gave us a book, but I haven’t been able to read it. It has something to do with a wolf spirit and a woman with the power of a—” “Thousand wolves? That’s absurd, but yeah.” “Yeah.”

"The full truth." From inside his jacket, Owen pulled a worn leather book. Its pages yellowed with age, its binding cracked and failing. "This belongs to our family," he explained. "Passed down through generations. It tells of a time when wolves were divided—some following the path of the Moon Goddess, others turning to darker powers." He opened the book to a marked page. On it was a drawing that made Elias's blood run cold—a black wolf with tendrils of shadow stretching from its body, consuming everything in its path.

I carefully opened the book, the pages crackling with age, and began to read. The text was written in an ancient script, difficult to decipher, but the more I read, the more a sense of dread settled over me. It spoke of a rare lineage of wolves, ones with powers that could either save or destroy. My heart pounded as the descriptions started to match what I had seen in Emily, the strange glow in her eyes, the way her presence had started to affect those around her, even me.

But I knew if we leave her alone during her first shift, she'd die, or she'd never manage to do it, and both options didn't sit well with me, I need her to be safe and happy, to stay near me. "It hurt," she cries out, and I nuzzled her, ignoring her vampire sent and just focusing on her wolf side, she finally managed to do it, she shifted fully, instead of Millie stood a medium size wolf, she's not a puppy, but she's not near my size, she's medium, a bit on the smaller size, a white wolf. "Beautiful," dad says from his side, white wolves are rare, she's one of the rarest wolves out there, being a mixed species, one who could fully shift to both sides.

Sharper. All heads turned. And then—they arrived. Ten wolves in gray armor. My friend hadn’t let me down. They crashed into the rogues like a wave. The battle shifted. We pressed forward again. Rosa’s POV I caught Hark’s scent before I saw him. He stepped into the clearing. Alone. Tall. Smiling. “You brought outsiders?” he mocked. “I brought justice.” He charged. We met in the middle. Fury and history in every strike. Claws clashed. Old scars ripped open again.

Just as his wolf instincts were about to emerge. “Milo, ignore this worthless woman; she doesn't deserve your attention. The girl, in a foolish manner, said while touching his shoulder. Milo calmed down immediately, he took another look at me; then he says, “Just do your fucking job, slave” He walked off, with the she-wolve dragging behind. I glance at the she-wolf and shake my head in disbelief. If only she knew, Milo only sees their encounter as a casual fling. Milo sleeps with a different girl every night. The single she-wolves in this pack chase after him because he will soon be the Alpha. Milo fully exploits the opportunity and is determined to sleep with every female in the pack. The w

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