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Miss you guys. Then I drop the phone again. My hands are shaking slightly. The silence of the large, unfamiliar room hums around me, a waiting silence. I break it first. “So, Isla… what are wolves actually like? Besides possessive and obsessed with titles.” She chuckles, a comforting, rolling sound in my mind. "Depends on the wolves, really. These ones? Traditional. Bound to cultures, customs, rituals, and strict hierarchy. Honestly, they cling to traditions more than any other supernatural creature I know. It's their method of staying grounded and hidden."

One of the guards cursed and scolded whoever had fired so close to her. That was when the five wolves stormed in. Gained enough ground on us that they could leap forward. Took Zaven and Kallik off their feet and sent them sprawling into the grass. Snarling erupted behind me. Vicious attempts to take the other person's life. When one of the free wolves got closer to me, I looked him square in the eyes. Prayed he would see me only as Farren's savior and not his enemy.

Know that trouble is ahead. I stared at the few words written in the article there, and I closed the book. I stared down at the title of the book. The Sixteen Guardian Wolves - Alexander Thorne Reya, Is this true? I asked my wolf. There was quiet for a few moments before I felt her stir.

"Niklas, he said—he said I'm not a half-blood. He said I'm the granddaughter of the First Wolf." Niklas's face went pale. "That's not possible," he whispered. "That's what I said." "The First Wolf is a legend. A story they tell pups to scare them." "Milos didn't seem like he was telling a story." Niklas pulled me against his chest. His arms wrapped around me, tight and warm and safe. "We'll figure this out," he said. "Together." I closed my eyes and let myself believe him. But in the back of my mind, Milos's words echoed: You're the granddaughter of the First Wolf. And somewhere deep inside me, the wolf stirred. Not with fear. With recognition.

She didn’t heed. As always. Stubborn wolf. Killian’s wolf roared. His brown eyes pierced Miracle’s neck. He was ready to launch another attack. “Little girl, it’s your last living day. I wish you a happy and painful death.” Killian’s wolf sneered. He let out a low growl. Then, a loud howl attacked Miracle again. She dodged. “His wolf can talk? What more does he have underneath that thick, old and wrinkled body?” I felt disgusted. This was the second rare power.

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.

I snarled, circling and searching. Give up. I told Nikal He let out a loud growl. Where was she? Another growl ripped from my chest, deep and feral. The night belonged to wolves. And she had run into it. I prowled at the edge of the clearing, my muscles tense and nostrils flaring as I searched for any trace of her. The moon glowed brightly overhead. The equinox night raged inside me. And somewhere in the dark— Mila was running. **

A low, almos‌t impe⁠r⁠ceptible‍ growl resonated through the back of m‌y mind, primal and deep. My‍ skin tin⁠gled‍. A rush of heat ran down my spine. I knew it before I even looked. From somewhere in the dorm sh‍ad‍ows, fain‌t⁠ but unmi‍stakable, came the⁠ s‌cen⁠t of fur strong, m‍etallic, mixe⁠d with raw dominance. A wolf which is an alpha.

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.

Anaki had always wanted to hear about Moon and Kurgi's 'sin against nature' for a long time. "You and Rex's beta would get along just fine with the braicell between the two of you.!" Kit chuckled, making Rex smile, thinking of him. "Only 3 wolves in Creation have dared to go against Nature, committing the most forbidden law, 'Wolves are born...not turned'. The first wolf to do this was Winter Wolf, I was the second, and Rex you were the last, but you certainly won't be the last." Moon recalled Anatashi's words from this morning.