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He finally spoke,his voice filled with indifference. His uncaring attitude shattered something in me. A surge of emotion swam through me, betrayal,heartbreak,rage. I heard several gasps as a sudden light erupted within me,surging through my veins like wildfire.. My body trembled as the sudden change took over me,every muscle twisting and reshaping as power and pain collided. I gasped,my scream shifting into a low growl. When the light faded,I stood there on four legs,although I was smaller than most wolves,my red fur shimmered with an ethereal glow,and my eyes burned with defiance. The crowd stared,And for the first time,I felt whole.

I tell them. The thought of the European wolves also known as the original’s both exhilarates him and makes him nervous at the same time. They are supposedly very domineering and not to be messed with. They have old blood. “Hey Cole. Be careful with Marius. He may have gone underground but not for long he will resurface eventually. Word has gotten out that your Luna is pregnant. That would be the most opportune moment for him to pounce. If she is out of commission giving birth it will be easier with her out of the way. I suggest you prepare yourself.” Michal says before turning around and walking away.

Irritated, I pulled it away from him and closer to myself. "Sorry. I couldn't help myself. I'm always so interested in myths and legends. The stories are so amazing. I'd just never seen that one before, the one you were looking at. About wolves that are cursed to remain as humans. That's like... A twisted version of the werewolf story." He kept rambling on, telling the story of creation and how all 'supernatural' beings were created. I didn't know how this pertained to me because I was a wolf and nothing else but I was drawn to Motty's story and when he was done, looking up at me like he expected me to have a question of some kind, I realized that this must be it. This must be the informant

I muttered under my breath, shutting the book harder than I meant to. Zack raised an eyebrow but said nothing. I reached for another, a thinner one. The cover nearly tore in my hands, my eyes skimmed quickly, heart thudding. This one spoke of the Moon Goddess and her first chosen wolves born with gifts that could either heal or destroy. Wolves meant to be balance keepers. I swallowed, my wolf stirred inside me at the words, Ella pressing against the surface of my mind. This feels familiar, she whispered. “Find something?” Zack’s voice was low, rumbling in the stillness.

Wolves stood on the porch, on the stairs, pressed against walls, offering their silent support. This was what a good pack looked like; unified, fierce, protective. Ready to tear the world apart for one of their own. Inside, Milo remained unconscious, breathing shallowly, caught somewhere between life and the dark. But he wasn’t alone. Not while the pack stood watch.

"I am trying to think of the best way to say this...you are home." "What?" Clara felt her nerves rise. "You're a member of the pack, we all live here. Let me give you a tour." He started towards her and Clara raised her arms, taking a step back. "Live here? Where is here? Who is this pack?" "We're in the mountains, about fifty miles outside of Laramie, no other town is closer. The pack is all wolves, we live and work together, and are for the most part self-sufficient. We are a larger pack, numbering eighty-two now that you've joined us."

" Timberwolves are also grays in the Northeast." "I don't know about other kinds of lupus garous." Ravena made a move toward the window. "Normally, we don't go looking for other packs unless someone is looking for a mate, and even then, many end up finding rogues." But neither do we record the history of our lines. It's far too hazardous. We only know what has been passed down verbally from generation to generation." Carol stroked the bandage around her neck. "What kind of person am I?"

Her eyes went wide with genuine terror. "What are you doing?" she gasped. "You can't…this isn't…" The entire temple went silent. Every wolf…Millen's soldiers, everybody in the temple felt it. The presence of something they'd only heard about in legends. A True Omega. A Pure Bloodline. The kind of wolf that came once in a generation. “You thought you had won, you thought that my mate was dead?” I said, looking at Damon that lay lifeless. “Pretty words, your mate is dead!” millen said ,but now, I could hear the uncertainty in her voice.

"Your soul belongs here. We have been guiding you since the day you were born. It is time." "Time for what?" I shifted my weight to test the ground. The blood held my boots like something thickened past moving, refusing to release. "Time to kill the Millennium Wolf," the voice said. "The bloodline that can unlock the abyss of the underworld." The words landed in my chest and sat there without moving.

Who would have thought that the hard girl could have such humor. “The wolves are taken to the woods, a special ground that is sacred, under the blessing of the moon goddess, they two mates are given an oak branch and asked to break it together”. She looked at me to see if I was listening “I’ve never been to one but Ive seen them so many times…” she kept her head low looking a bit embarrassed. “sometimes I was tempted to ask what the oak branch was for, but…. I just assumed it’s tradition”.