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Four white paws padded softly along the water’s edge, and the young werewolf was being extremely careful not to actually get his feet wet. Being a wolf was new to him, but he was determined not to let that show. He bent to lap gently from the water just as the full moon crested over the waterfall. The jet black fur on his head and back gleamed brightly as the moon rose high enough that her light slipped over the falls to illuminate the pool of water and the whole werewolf family at the bottom of it. The young wolf looked up at the moon, blinking his heterochromatic eyes, first the blue one and then the brown before he howled his greeting to the goddess.

I should do something before Dad finds me. I was shivering and trembling badly with stress. It was nearly midnight, and the night was picturesque. A black to navy gradient was the backdrop for a full moon. The night sky was so clear you could almost see every crater from the only window in the house. The moon, a glowing yellow-white, Loomed large, surrounded by an ethereal glow. The light of the moon hit me as I became extremely hairy in no minutes and quite a bit more bitey and aggressive. The sharp claws and teeth were exposed and my white furry tail popped out along with them. Sound of cracking bones while my wolf forced out from my body.

Zayn screams that I should get behind him which I did gladly although not so sure there was much he could do to save us. I couldn't help but tremble in fear, as I thought of all the things I didn't get to do throughout my miserable life. I watched as the wolves geared forward towards us but somehow got intercepted by another larger looking pack of wolves. I tried my best to control my raging breath as intense fear overwhelmed me. There were a lot of quick movements, my eyes unable to follow and before I knew what was happening, my legs gave way. I fell loudly to the floor as my eyes slowly shut close. I could feel myself being lifted from the ground by the now familiar scent I was addicted t

I didn't know which fate was worse: getting killed by the rogue or returning to the pack. I snapped at the wolf, growling back, and he picked up the challenge, lurching at me. I hadn't been prepared for that, but mid-hair, the rogue was tossed away by a giant all-black wolf. It's growl was more dominating. I fought the urge to run, and I watched as the black wolf tore at the rogue, never once giving it the opportunity to attack. There was so much blood, but the black wolf didn't stop till the remains of the rogue were in many unrecongizable pieces, and then he turned to me, giving another low growl. I should have tried running, but I couldn't, not when I looked into those eyes and discovered

A wolf said gloomily. Logan stood up and towered over them in all his alpha's might. In his black ponytail that shone like obsidian, he looked regal, like a wolf god. "We are a proud pack. We do not run in the face of challenges." He said. "We would stand and fight, and we would conquer."

The werewolf came, its feet hitting the ground mercilessly as its hands joined in its movement. It broke out from the woods, tearing off the leaves of the trees with less effort, and growling at the sight of the man. “You can't take anyone from my family.!” Mark grinned as he shifted under the bright moonlight. His bones cracked, and his skin stretched beyond its limits, tearing to become as tough as that of a wolf. He growled at the phantom, just as the phantom growled at him. Like two behemoths, they collided, and the green grasses on the ground fell victim to their battle.

-———— Blackwood Estate was enormous. We drove through gates that looked like they'd been forged in another century, iron, elaborate and engraved with wolves in mid-leap. The driveway was long, lined with torches that flickered against the dark. Wolves in formal attire milled about the courtyard, their voices a low hum, their eyes tracking our car as it pulled to a stop. I'd never seen so many Alphas in one place. I could feel them, their power, their arrogance and their ancient blood. It pressed against my skin like a physical weight. My wolf stirred restlessly beneath the surface, uncomfortable and very alert.

The impact shook the ground. A wolf she didn’t recognise, enormous, pitch‑black from nose to tail, eyes burning a bright gold, tore into the rogue with terrifying force. The other rogues snarled and circled, but the black wolf didn’t hesitate. It moved like a storm, all precision and power. Lyra stared, stunned. She had never seen a wolf like it. Not in Stormfall anyway. The rogues were strong, but they were nothing compared to this wolf. One fell. Then another. The remaining two fled into the trees, whining in fear.

her wolf answered. There are traces of fatigue on her face. She tried to stand up again, and this time she did it successfully. When Cassandra looked around, she saw that they were only three remained in the ring. Two werewolves and one vampire. Slowly, she walked towards them. The black wolf glanced at her and nodded his head, which Cassandra did the same. They started circling their prey. With the black wolf's signal, they attacked the vampire. Cassandra jumped on his right while the black one jumped on his left. She got punched, but the vampire couldn't dodge the black wolf's bite. It gave him a fatal blow. The vampire tried to stand, but he had no strength left. Slowly the mark disappear

He maintained a low voice, saying "Stay focused. My assent went out to the Black Wolf, who was aware that if we let go for an extended period, they would be done. His shadowiness was constant, and he always seemed to be waiting for the opportunity to show mercy. Our journey towards the Black Wolf was a battle we all had to fight for. We felt a sudden shaking on the ground below, as if the Black Wolf was exerting its own power. We were unable to overcome the rogue forces' relentless attacks, which came from all sides. We had no choice.