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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.

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.

Finally home," Mila shouted happily, throwing my body on my bed, staring at the ceiling vaguely, thinking what she had been through in those days. Previous Everything was like magic, like fantasy and like dreams.. never believable She raised the book with her hands, contemplating it with a thought that seemed very old, even the pages of it were yellow, some of which were torn from the edges! I sat up straight, opening it “ This book belongs to the royal family of werewolves only.” She read what was written in the introduction, biting her lips lightly, eager for what was to come.

"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 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.

she complimented Mira because she say the sorry on her face when she mentioned idiots Mira sent her a small unsure smile. "Okay I'll read kane's own" she signaled to them to give her their attention before she began" "The book begins with Grace remembering when she was attacked by wolves when she was eleven. However, one wolf saved her. From that point on, she watched "her wolf" in the woods, and he watches her.

The End The Millennium Wolf: Pleasure Of A Dark Alpha (Book 2 of The Millennium Wolf: King Of Alphas) Coming Up Next. Who is ready? All Rights Reserved ©️ Okeke-Eze Ifeoma Isabella (Omaisabella)

“I just had to sneak out because it’s a full moon and I didn’t want anybody to know that I didn’t have a wolf.” “Ohhh.” She muttered under her breath. “But you told me you found your true mate, right?” I nodded. “Yes.” “So he didn’t figure out that you were wolfless? How did your wolves sense each other?” She asked, lowering her voice. I blinked at her question, my throat suddenly dry. “I don’t…. I don’t know.” I replied, confusion creeping into my tone. “I just felt it. I don’t know how. But I know that he's my true mate. One can’t deny the connection.”

➳ Trigger/Content warning list 🐾 Sex Excessive or gratuitous violence Death or dying Blood ➳ Teaser 🐾 “When I mustered the courage to reveal myself, he kept staring at me. I suppose he had never heard of my species either, and I must've looked very strange to him. But when our eyes met, I felt something I had never felt before in my life. I was drawn to him in a way that I hadn’t sensed with any other male in all my years. It was mystical, like I could stare directly into the soul of this man and I recognized him as part of myself.” Excerpt from “Running with wolves.” ➳ Author’s note 🐾 Hi lovelies! Thank you for reading my Novel. I love to hear from you! Comment and share your thoughts. I

He almost cries from a weird mix of joy, relief and exhaustion when he sees the menacing wolves stop abruptly, so much so that they pile onto each other in a mess of limbs and confused barks. Millan has to retain his laughter; they really are one of the most idiotic packs he’s ever encountered. He falls to the ground and clutches his painfully pulsating leg with both his hands and leans on the sheltering tree, desperately trying to catch his breath. The pile of alphas and betas slowly disentangle themselves before their leader comes as close to Millan as the border would allow it. “If I catch your scum rogue ass on our territory again, I’ll rip your head off. Is that clear?”