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His eyes were widened, and his heart throbbed as the sensation of the wolf's movement had sent shivers down his spine He placed his hands under her, lifting her above the ground as he threw her left hand over his shoulders, holding it with his left while he placed his right hand around her abdomen and began moving with her. He walked with her, struggling as they both moved, and when he had sighted a tree close by, he placed her there, letting her sit at the root of the tree while he headed over to Mila. He rushed over to her, grabbing her by the shoulders before he uttered out to her. “Listen to me.!” He ordered her This time around, his face was clenched, and his heart would never be bent b

"Centuries ago, humans were not kind either. They hunted our kind and called us beasts, and they killed us and sent us away. Werewolves had no home and no peace, but through rituals and the Moon Goddess's blessing, we fought back." Lena's lips pressed together. "So you see," Jaime said, "evil is everywhere no matter the kind or species." His words stayed with her. Jaime always spoke with purpose, and that was what made him different from the other wolves that she had met. Then her carriage stopped, and the horses made sounds of unease. "What is it, Milicent," Lena said. Milicent looked ahead. The road was filled with people, and noise came from the square. "I think that it is a punishment,"

Rah shuffled through it and then dropped it disappointed, “It just explains how a clan is your friend or foe. No mention of oldest, deadliest clans.” “Let’s first look for the book that talks about the oldest and most dangerous clans, okay?” Arthur suggested. “And keep an eye out for any mention of the red wolf, okay.” “Red wolf as in Mila?” Rah asked with raised eyes. “You knew Mila is a wolf?” Arthur gasped. “I suspected it. I have seen a glint of the red wolf in the past few days, you know since she came here, but never properly. Also, her hair is red, which usually is the color of the fur of the wolf, isn’t it?” Rah deduced.

I carefully opened the book, the pages crackling with age, and began to read. The text was written in an ancient script, difficult to decipher, but the more I read, the more a sense of dread settled over me. It spoke of a rare lineage of wolves, ones with powers that could either save or destroy. My heart pounded as the descriptions started to match what I had seen in Emily, the strange glow in her eyes, the way her presence had started to affect those around her, even me.

Usually, she wants me to handle everything, so I am prepared. I made it a few steps before I heard crying. Rounding the corner, I saw Mila in the corner with Claudia holding her. “I’m so sorry, Mila. Wolves differ greatly from the rest. I know witches don’t really have mates and vampires take chosen mates. Wolves are the only ones that fate decides for them.” “It’s true. Mates are very precious to wolves.” I said making my presence known. “I don’t know why he hates me!” Mila wailed.

She growls as we move past the angry looking wolves, and I blush in return everytime. Millie and I have never had a friendly relationship. She has merely tolerated my presence. To see and hear her defending me is definitely new. Maybe giving her my meal meant more to her than it did to me. "Walk with your head up, Alpha Female. They are below you," Millie suddenly whispers, and my eyes widen. I staighten my spine and redirect my eyes to looking forward. I tilt my chin up. Wolves Amber. Wolves.

"And then the debt collectors will come for both of us and seize pack lands, and every wolf in Crescent Moon Pack will lose their homes because you were too selfish to accept your fate. Can you live with that?" The trap closes around me so perfectly I almost admire the cruelty. He knows I cannot let the pack suffer for his mistakes, recognizes I have spent three years protecting these wolves from his incompetence, and admits I will choose their safety over my freedom. "You are a monster," I say. "I'm a realist." He responds by straightening his jacket like we just finished a pleasant conversation. "You were never going to give me an heir anyway, too defective for that. At least this way you

’ ‘It’s –‘ She stopped and the wolf ahead, sensing our presence, stopped too and then it turned its head and I took a proper look at it. The first wolf I had seen had been my father, a huge black wolf that could not have been real but this one seemed even more unreal. Midnight black fur that glistened even in the grayish day, sharp golden eyes and almost twice the size of my father, such a wolf was staring at me. Then it started to walk my way and I fought the urge to run off. Its presence pressed down on me and Grace hissed. ‘What the hell is he doing filling this place with his scent?’

Mila’s P.O.V. Wolfsbane. A silver bullet, laced with wolfsbane. “This is it Mila, this is where we die” I thought to myself. “Don’t you dare give up on me Mila, we have come too far for this” Tae said to me, she was my wolf, and she was mighty. Much more than I ever deserved. “MILA!!! Don’t you dare leave me Mila, don’t you dare die on me. You CANNOT LEAVE ME. I WON’T LET YOU!” This voice was familiar, I tingled at the sound, like a choir on Christmas day. This man, was mine. But it was too late, I was doomed for sure.