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"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.

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“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?”

“You could end it, you know. Pick a winner. Let them live.” I snort. If only it were that easy. “Find me one who can last past the third sunrise, and maybe I’ll consider it.” Her presence flickers in front of me, like a whisp of smoke. “You’ve gone soft. I can smell it on you.” “Must be your imagination. The only thing soft here is the ground after the corpses hit it.” She chuckles and fades, leaving the back of my skull blessedly empty. I straighten, scanning the new arrivals. A witch crying into her hands. Two wolves are already posturing for dominance. A human, brave or stupid, probably both, trying to look like she belongs. Typical.

There was a tale passed through generations, reaching the 21st Century, about a group of werewolves’ special mutation that brings out dormant abilities from a family’s genetic line. They were said to be marked and blessed by the moon goddess for they were the first of her followers. They were given the title of Legacy Wolves, keeping up their tradition and passing on their special traits through their children.

Sharper. All heads turned. And then—they arrived. Ten wolves in gray armor. My friend hadn’t let me down. They crashed into the rogues like a wave. The battle shifted. We pressed forward again. Rosa’s POV I caught Hark’s scent before I saw him. He stepped into the clearing. Alone. Tall. Smiling. “You brought outsiders?” he mocked. “I brought justice.” He charged. We met in the middle. Fury and history in every strike. Claws clashed. Old scars ripped open again.