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It is listening. Behind us, branches snap. One of the werewolves, Dax, and the female mercenary, Liora, are arguing about direction. Therin’s voice joins in, smooth and mocking. Elyra glides ahead, muttering something that might be a spell. The she-wolf, Renna, keeps close to the witch’s shadow, and the older wolf, Corran, trails her protectively. The rest scatter into fog. “Just a tip,” the Herald’s voice booms from nowhere. “The forest feeds on loneliness!”

feeling. I'm beginning to panic. I can't wrap my mind around how I could be a wolf! How is this possible? I ask myself out loud as I'm pacing the yard. I feel that same feeling; my eyes are burning, my heart is beating fast, and my fingers are hurting this time more than the first time, causing me to scream so loud that my sisters come running outside. I'm now at my knees, holding my eyes shut and my hands in the pockets of my hoodie. They get to my side asking what's wrong, trying to help me up in trying to hide what's happening to me, but the pain is so intense I can't fight it monaye grabs my left hand out of my pocket when I fall over in intense pain she looks at my hand and drops it qu

said Knight as he wandered his eyes around. “Old habits die hard. And yeah, these are rare collections of ancient books, mostly not written in English. While I can’t read most of these books, Evelyn can. She studied at the university, and she can read different languages. Anyway,” He searched for stuck books in the corner. “Here.” “Dated back fifteenth century.” Evelyn took the old book from Alpha Frye and opened the pages, carefully not damaging it. “It translates as a woman who possessed the ultimate power and strength of a thousand wolves. Her power comes from within and will defeat the undefeatable evil.”

In a flash of an eye all three of them were dire wolves running through the woods, wild, free. Not for long, Pearl knew she needed to go back to the mortal realm and save Ethan. END OF BOOK 1

All rituals were eventually forgotten when the surge of unwanted pregnancy for two decades meant that the elders were not able to keep up with their warnings and reminders for the new stubborn generation. Although, what pushed those gods to the edge was the unnecessary killing of their kind that lessened their number and their offspring every year from ten to five then to two when their mates were killed for fun or for their furs. The surviving pups learned to be more aggressive, cautious, and sly when encountering humans. They will attack first when humans enter their territory. Word of mouth from the elders within the community believed that that endemic started when the wolf god planted a

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18+ warning: This chapter contains mature themes and graphic scenes that may not be suitable for all readers. Please read with caution and discretion. MABEL. No. No. No. I couldn't give up on the pressure test; I couldn't control it when my wolf crawled to the surface all over again, but this time, the pressure ignited something inside of me. I could feel it coming, and when the elders spoke, I only saw their lips move and saw the crowd talking. They seemed to be chanting, but I couldn't hear what they were saying. My mind was blurring through everything, and the only thing I wanted was to feel cold.

Sighing heavily, the man sat down and said rather harshly: - Listen to me, Emily, listen and understand the simple truth: you are already a wolf, the wolf gene is inside you from birth. I do not know what clan you are from, but judging by the fact that you lived alone and were not aware of who you really are, none of your clan has been alive for a long time. But you are a she-wolf, true, sooner or later you would have converted anyway. Yes, I would, Amy. But it is better to pass the initiation earlier than later. After all, every moment of delay in turning into a she-wolf will become unbearably painful for you during the ceremony.

All he remembers is that it's the first time he witnessed a witch's funeral. The kind of spells they learn inside the coven were those that can protect them from vampires. His mother told him that once a supernatural being dies, despite all the powers it was given, it is supposed to stay dead. Wolves die of old age; witches surrender their powers to nature. But vampires can live for more than a hundred, maybe even a thousand years, and that ruins the balance. That's why they are the most loathed supernatural creature. They don't turn back in what they were given.

The book lay open between them, the aged pages worn and delicate, the ink faded but still legible. The illustration stared back at them—two wolves beneath an eclipsed moon, one black, one white. Tangled together. Bound. Selene traced the image with her fingertips, her pulse thrumming in her ears. “The Wolves of the Eclipse,” she murmured, repeating the words as if saying them aloud would somehow bring more clarity. Theoden leaned in beside her, his piercing blue eyes fixed on the text. “What does it say?”