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After a full day and night of flight, we finally landed on Caldera Island. This island was the heart of our werewolf tribe, home to most of our kind. I hadn't set foot here since I left at the age of ten. Fifteen years had passed. As I stood on my homeland once more, I saw how much had changed. The Wolf Fortress was more magnificent, its halls brighter than before. My old room was filled with dazzling jewels and ornaments, reflecting the light like fragments of a lost time.

So… he clenched his jaw forcing her scent out of his mind, not even wanting to think of what it meant. He looked at her, at her light golden hair, her pale skin, and her muted pink lips. Everything about her was pale. Unlike the werewolf women, she lacked color and warmth. She was ice instead of fire and the hot-blooded werewolf in him wanted to melt this icy princess. He wanted to burn her with the fire raging in him. "I don't believe you." He said. She wouldn't give up on her sister when she didn't even know whether she had a child or not and in what condition she could be.

I could sense the anger and burning rage radiating from the princess, looking at her face, she kept it calmed. “Hand the bag over to me now.” She commanded. “Lol, you think I would do that. If you actually do then you’re a big dumb ass.” Angel insulted. My eyes grew wider when I saw the princess shifting into a rare wolf. A brown big wolf with her fangs as long as fuck. She stepped cautiously approaching the pack doctor, who found it hard to shift. I could see the struggle on her face. “Princess, take it easy. We don’t have to rift over little things.” She humbled.

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

They were still dancing, but no one was paying them any mind. She felt like she was going to throw up. "I was going through some of my father's old books, the ones that speak of wolves. I came across a new one that was hidden deep within the back of the library underneath a mountain of his old books. See, the wolves have been quiet for the past few months, not attacking villages or livestock, and I was hoping to figure out more. The book was filled with information like I had never read before. It was obviously information that very few are privy to. It might very well be the only book of its kind."

The world cracked wide open. --- He stood in the prison again. But this time, the wolf wasn’t chained. It was walking toward him—fur gold and black, its body too large, too old. Its eyes were his own. > “You’ve run long enough,” the wolf said. “You are the last. You are the gate.” Ezra’s legs trembled, but he stood his ground. “I’m not your vessel.” The wolf’s smile was slow. Cold. > “Then why are you breaking?”

Maybe it was why he stripped me of my position as his rightful heir. I was too weak to be Kai’s Luna and unworthy of being Chloe’s twin. I understood everything that was happening. I just didn’t want to admit that my family had forsaken me because of my wolf — or rather, the absence of it. Maybe if I had a wolf, we would have still been the perfect and genuinely happy family. Just as I was lost in my thoughts, I felt someone’s hands on my back. I turned around and saw Ivy, giving me a comforting hug. “Everything will be okay very soon. Your wolf will be awakened and you’ll understand that it was worth the wait.”

“Why not?” “Because I’m not human anymore. Not really,” I reply, meeting his gaze squarely. “I’m a Lycan-wolf hybrid, a princess by blood, and the recognized mate of the Alpha of this pack. This complex, terrifying place is now irrevocably where I belong.” Valen studies me for a long, silent second before offering a faint, respectful smile. “Fair enough, Princess. You have accepted your reality and that's a bold step towards focusing on your new life and making the most of it.”

Green as spring and just as wild. My chest constricts. My pulse hammers. The wolf inside me prowls, restless and snarling for release. Ours. The word rips through me, raw and fierce like a growl. I grit my teeth, fighting to keep the beast inside. No. No, no, no. She can’t be here. This palace is meant for the powerful: royalty, lords, and chosen delegates. So why is a witch like her striding beside the High Witch herself?

They changed their frogs, fixed their tight buns and told me to stay back, by the shelving, while they hurried to line up by the central pillar, facing the partition. I was surprised to see half a dozen female wolves walk out in a double line down the main corridor. Behind them came the princess, still in human shape and naked underneath her beautiful woolen rob with furry lapels, tightened around her waist. She walked slowly by a huge wolf, white as the purest snow, so close together, the princess’ hand touched her side. Jara and the others fell to their knees, heads down. The wolves spread to sit among the columns while the princess and the big white wolf stopped before the women. Then the