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But even the loss of one pack member felt unbearable. I scoured the fighting crowd for Miles and Millie. Miles appeared first. He and Ralf were at an impasse; Ralf appeared weary. The silver and wolf’s bane must have done a number on him. Millie was facing off two medium-sized wolves and holding her own. Although Millie did not train as an enforcer, she’d practised as a warrior since we were little, and she could take on any wolf, alpha alike. We were progressing, and it seemed victory would be ours. The wolf’s bane had weakened Ralf’s men, and their strength waned. I sighed in relief. A miraculous victory seemed imminent.

If felt weird but if it would get me to prove my point well, I don’t mind. ‘I have to pay a visit to the moonstone forest and retrieve a document that was buried there under the stones. It is an ancient genealogical map;’ I shifted to the other side and continued, ‘going back to the First Wolves and the clan lords. It will show that the information I have gathered is true. The man bent down again and looked into my eyes. Every time he did this, my wolf became restless. There was something his presence did to me. I was locked in his eyes, but his voice knocked me back to the present.

Zayn screams that I should get behind him which I did gladly although not so sure there was much he could do to save us. I couldn't help but tremble in fear, as I thought of all the things I didn't get to do throughout my miserable life. I watched as the wolves geared forward towards us but somehow got intercepted by another larger looking pack of wolves. I tried my best to control my raging breath as intense fear overwhelmed me. There were a lot of quick movements, my eyes unable to follow and before I knew what was happening, my legs gave way. I fell loudly to the floor as my eyes slowly shut close. I could feel myself being lifted from the ground by the now familiar scent I was addicted t

The Resonants stopped, their natural human instincts fighting a sudden, terrifying spike of adrenaline. Killian stepped forward, pushing the massive gates open with a single, effortless thrust of his arm. The courtyard was a sea of slate-grey fur and silver-veined quartz armor. Five hundred massive wolves stirred from their slumber, shaking the morning dew from their heavy coats. The sound of their armored plates grinding together was deafening. They rose to their paws, their violet eyes locking onto the crowd of strangers standing at the threshold of their sanctuary.

” Her voice was gradually becoming inaudible, and her energy was fading out slowly. The loud growl was heard, and the vibrations on the ground proved the arrival of what was known to be the terror of the pack. His eyes widened, and his heart throbbed the sensation of the wolf's movement had sent shivers down his spine He placed his hands under her, lifting her above the ground as he threw her left hand over his shoulders, holding it with his left while he placed his right hand around her abdomen and began moving with her. He walked with her, struggling as they both moved, and when he sighted a tree close by, he placed her there, letting her sit at the root of the tree while he headed over to

I grabbed the book with the drawing of the white wolf and began to flip through the pages. "What?" She asked. "You're the mythical White Wolf, Gemma. You're the reincarnate of the wolf that is only born every hundred years." I replied, turning the book to her. I heard her sharp intake of breath. She took the book from me and stared at the picture then turned to the next page. "So, this was me?" She asked. "Yes." GEMMA I couldn't believe it. This book was saying that I was one of the most powerful wolves that would ever exist.

Books lay open across the desk, and papers covered almost every available surface. I reached for another old book that had been tucked away at the very back of one of the shelves. Unlike the others, it was noticeably thinner, its leather cover faded with age. As I brushed away the dust that had settled over it, three words slowly came into view. The White Wolves. My heartbeat quickened as I stared at the title for a brief moment before opening the book without wasting another second. “Finally.” The first few pages were filled with handwritten accounts describing the White Wolves as though they had truly existed.

Ash. His back was to her, but it was unmistakable—the broad shoulders, the dark hair, the way he stood with military precision. He was clad in the armor of a general, his raven-crest insignia gleaming in the candlelight. She could feel the breath catch in her chest, her heart thudding painfully against her ribs. Was it really him? Was he here, in front of her, as the empire’s prized weapon? Nia took a step forward, her feet moving of their own accord. But before she could close the distance, a chill swept through her. The hairs on her neck stood on end as if her wolf soul recognized him even before she could see his eyes.

A place that I get the feeling I have been before. The pack is gathered before me; hundreds of wolves, faces lifted, eyes shining with approval and pride. They’re smiling. All of them. My heart stutters. This is right. Isn’t it? I look down at my hands. They’re steady. No blood beneath my nails. No marks crawling up my arms. No pain humming beneath my skin. The ache I’ve carried for so long is… gone. But it feels strange, as if I can remember the ache but I don’t remember why it was there to begin with.