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she shrieked, trying to push herself up on trembling arms. The windows exploded inward. Glass showered the room as three massive wolves burst through, their bodies rippling with raw power. Miranda threw her arms over her face, feeling the rush of wind and fur and something ancient that made her own wolf whimper in submission. Daniel scrambled backward, his face drained of all color. The chanting outside stopped abruptly. The three wolves were enormous, each one easily twice the size of normal pack wolves. One had fur black as midnight, another russet brown that gleamed like polished copper, and the third was silver-grey like winter storm clouds.

I respected him for it. “I want someone to pay,” he growled, the menace in his voice made even my wolf chuckle happily. Well, ok. I was a ruthless bastard and there was no way I did anything that didn’t to some degree line up with my plans. The wolf in front of me had a reason to hate the Blackwood pack as much as I did, and he WAS a pure Beta wolf – a rarity these days. I’d be stupid to let such an opportunity pass me by…

This place isn’t like your old home, one wrong move and you don’t get a second chance. I know, I know, she said quickly. I just, ugh, I’ve never been around so many powerful wolves before. I’m nervous. When I get nervous, I talk. I didn’t respond. But deep inside, something was gnawing at me. Why was Mila so bold??? So confident!!!! Too casual for someone in enemy territory, either she was extremely naive, or something didn’t sit right. A girl like her couldn’t have survived in packs like the Northern Range without knowing how dangerous words could be.

“Because there was no Milo who was after you!” At my words, her mouth dropped to the floor. I went closer to her and circled her. “Alpha Rudy of the Neon pack is a friend and when I asked him about Milo in his pack, he said, there is none that goes by that name. So my other option was to find a ‘Milo’ for you.” I scoffed as I pointed at Milo, who was standing a few feet away. “He happens to be the only other Milo in this vicinity and he—” I glared at her with repugnance. “He lives in a small community, a few miles from the Neon pack. Guess what community is that?” When she froze, I couldn’t help sneering. “Yes, that’s the only red-light area for wolves.”

******* I will upload Chapter 1 under Legacy of the wolf but it will be a seperate book, Legacy of the wolf: War of the Wolves******** The haunted sounds of a wolf's broken-hearted song lit up the darkness inside Dante’s mind, just like it had done every night since he left his mate asleep in their bed almost a year ago. Dante turned his head on a swivel in the obscurity, even though he knew he was still asleep. “Why do you do this to me every night, Theo! Do you enjoy torturing me?” Dante spat the words into the darkness and was only answered by the forlorn echo of a pathetic whimper as Theron’s vast body sulked into view. The normally large majestic beast now looked ragged and old, his hea

Mom, Dad she called out slowly to them moving close in their direction. By the time she found them they had already transformed into werewolves it's wasn't easy, controlling them as wolves, to make them go under the basement, she tried all she could but failed then she said to them, "I don't care how aggressive you are towards me, you know you can't hurt me because I am also a young wolf, just like you are a werewolf from one pack, I can control you, as been a young she-wolf, I will do anything to make sure you don't cause any harm to others."

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

One of the girls—Mira, maybe—licked her fingers and turned her face to the sky like it had blessed her. “Do you think wolves ever get bored of howling?” Jasmine asked suddenly. Sarah blinked. “What?” “They howl and they howl, and for what? Territory? Mates? Attention?” Jasmine tilted her head. “Maybe they’re just screaming into the dark because it’s the only thing that screams back.” Sarah frowned. “You’ve been reading your mother’s books again.” Jasmine didn’t deny it. Somewhere in her suite, under silk and secrets, those books still breathed. Some in languages even Elora wouldn’t recognize. Some with pages that pulsed faintly under her fingers. All of them inked in grief.

Melissa immediately bared her teeth in a growl. The other wolf responded in kind. For a while they circled each other. Who are you? Melissa thought to herself. She didn’t expect the other wolf to answer. I just need to talk. The hell? Taken aback, Melissa almost sat down with shock as she realized the other wolf could hear her. About what? About your clan. The wolf was a dark gray in color with hazel eyes. I don’t mean you harm, but I need help. Melissa kept her teeth bared as she considered this. She had no idea what was going on. Hell a week ago, she hadn’t even known that Lycans existed, let alone clans and all the societal expectations.

She said with a quiet voice. Mireille was the kind of person who never shouts. She's known as the oldest wolf in the whole of the Silent Howl Clan. She'd retreated into the light parts of the mountains to live a quiet life after clocking the long age of 700 years. She'd seen wolves come and go, seen the not so common lycans who appeared once in a blue moon at different large clans who rarely interfered with each other. She lived in the most peaceful pack under the silent howl clan, Moon whisper pack.