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His eyes met mine one last time before he took a deep breath and shifted. His bones cracked and within seconds, his wolf form stood in front of me. It was sleek, dark gray, and looked strong but it was smaller than Kaden’s massive brown wolf. Kaden’s wolf let out a deep growl, showing his sharp teeth before lunging again. Kellan’s wolf tried to dodge, but Kaden tackled him hard to the ground. They rolled over each other, teeth snapping, claws ripping into flesh. Kellan’s wolf managed to bite down on Kaden’s shoulder, but Kaden shook him off like he weighed nothing.

Mira led me to a room with a small bed, a woven blanket, and no windows. A cell, really just one without bars and locks. “Kael will be down the hall, the fifth door to the left. The door doesn't lock from outside. You can try to run, though I wouldn't recommend that.” “I'm not running.” “ We'll see about that.” She turned to leave, then stopped. “ One last thing. The Black Wolves do have a saying: Trust is earned by blood, not words. Remember that tomorrow.”

I wondered if I had any markings on my face. Then I remembered there was a lake nearby! I could go there and see my reflection. My father watched me for a moment and I saw him give me a slight nod. That was all I needed. I began to run from the circle, running out of the pack's encampment. As I ran, I marveled at all the new sensations I could feel in this form. The earth beneath my paws felt amazing, the wind in my fur was incredible. So lost in all the sensations, I didn't realize that I had been followed by another wolf. I looked over, instantly realizing the wolf was Greyson. His wolf was almost as large as my father's, however while my father was black, Greyson was a dark grey and his e

Alpha wrapped his arms around my legs, stroking up my calf in soothing circles. This week, I’d have to Claim two soon to be kings, solve a murder, and prove my worthiness, when venturing into Wolve Empire for the first time. All of which filled me with a terror that made my jerremy curl around me like a cocoon. Yet nothing could save me from the true danger: if I messed up, I’d be the reason that the sorcereses and the wolves went to war.

" A stitch in nine saves five, the gods said, Four Wolves gather at the mountain , One rises above the rest Evil shall cover the sticks. " Those were the sayings of the prophecy, "Do you understand it, Wolf?", Isak passed it onto Alec,hoping to get an answer, they all looked fazed, "What's the essence of this riddle Blanco?",Alec asked, "Well your father while he was alive, told me about the worlds outside the mundane world ,that there were four spirits which I believe you possess one, eyes meeting that of Isak,and Kera has two, "where are you leading with all of this Blanco.", Isak asked, "I think I understand the riddle. ", Mannon said, cutting the tension amidst the whole group, "What do

I swallowed, "you're my last resort coz you have information that I don't. I honestly don't know what to do. Please help clarify somethings to me." 'you have a minute before they realize you called.' "there has been Wolf attacks here.. I don't know if it's them... But I had a connection with one.. Strangely the same connection I have with a girl.. She's human... I don't know what this means. Can one person have two mates?" 'if there has been wolf attacks why are you still even there?' I swallowed, shit! I should have known he will ask this. "because they happened before I got here. So they had nothing to do with me."

Mirra made a sound that was not quite agreement and not quite disagreement, the sound of someone acknowledging a point they found partially valid. "Tomorrow," she said. To me. "Tomorrow," I said. I stood. I looked at the closed leather volume on the table, the three hundred and ten years of silver wolves documented in careful columns, the record of what happened to the packs that received them poorly and the ones that did not. I pressed the locket through my coat. Three centuries, my wolf said. Not with the weight of burden. With the weight of something understood. Three centuries of us. I turned toward the door.

But instead of old stories from my grandmother’s life, the pages were scrawled with strange symbols and sketches—shorthand in her handwriting explaining the purpose of different runes and sigils. Flipping through the pages, there were sketches of wolves, and the last page that she’d written in had a detailed rendition of a nightmarish wolf-beast that made my blood run cold at the sight of it, it’s eyes smudged over with charcoal in the shape of a protective rune. My heart raced when I realized what I was holding. This was no ordinary journal, it was a spell book.

I was about to jump over the wall and run to Milo when I saw something that made me stop so fast I almost fell over. Milo had finished his shifting, and where Milo had been standing, there was now a wolf. But not just any wolf. A huge red fiery wolf stood majestically in the ring. It was one of the biggest wolves, probably bigger than some alphas I had seen before. Its beautiful red fur glowed and sparkled like actual flames, reminding everyone of little lights dancing all around it like fireflies. It looked like someone had taken fire from a campfire and shaped it into a wolf.

The wolfhound tore a pistol from Yegor's belt and, throwing it on the bench, lowered a two-hundred-kilogram barbell onto him, only slightly holding it so that it would not crush him. - Hi! Grisha murmured. - Remember me? Yegor widened his eyes and mumbled something unintelligible. - It seems to me that it means "yes," Grisha noted playfully. - What do you think, Misha? - Definitely yes, - the wolf answered, indifferently flipping through the papers in the folder, smelling of old paper. How many names have been in it before mine? Egor was breathing harder. Waves of indignation, anger and complete helplessness flowed from him. Yes, this is what happens when you naively oppose a force that surp