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I couldn’t stay there and continue to face the disgrace of that day. My wolf is still weak. From time to time, he would groan within me, maybe to tell me he was still there or a sign of mourning. With every movement on the ground, my body still burned with pain. Whenever my body brushed against a tree or hit a rock, the pain would multiply. However, my will prompted me to continue to move on. If this will be my end, so be it. it was better than staying in the clan where no one cared anymore.

He howls, but my jaws are already clamped around his throat, hot blood flooding my mouth as I rip him open. The second wolf barely has time to register before my claws slice across his chest. I hear him gurgle, wheezing, then silence as he drops. The third hesitates, ears flicking back. His paws scrape the dirt as he stumbles backward, eyes darting between his fallen brothers and me. But the coward freezes, still trembling, as if deciding whether to flee or lunge. His mouth works before his body does. “The council won’t forgive this. They’ll know you chose her. A human. You’ll damn yourself and your pack.”

Then I shifted back, and so did he; no, we weren't naked. Get your head out of the gutter! We get along well with witches, vampires, and other werewolf packs, and my father enjoys friendships with various supernatural creatures. Since times have changed, the new era joins the factions together and binds us. A little help from the witches saved the werewolves from the embarrassment of shifting naked. My brother growled in frustration as he lost again. “It's okay, son, you're getting stronger by the day, and probably soon you'll resemble Josie," my father reassured Luke.

She sniffled. The sound tore at whatever shriveled mess he had left for a heart. “A few days ago, the others told me about what happened to Murtagh’s brother,” she confessed. “I can’t stand the thought of him not getting justice.” After his father died, Rebel had had no one. But when Murtagh and Cassidy had found him half-dead and beaten in the snow, his face freshly scarred from where the Grey Wolf packmaster had maimed him, they’d nursed him back to life. Murtagh had been almost eighteen, a man in all the ways that counted, yet still a child himself and already caring for his younger brother. Still, he had taken Rebel in as if he were one of them. Murtagh and Cassidy’s had been the only ki

he declared, his voice chillingly composed. Confusion clouded my eyes, and I raised them to his, seeking clarity. "What are you talking about?" I asked, my voice tinged with disbelief. He stared back at me, his gaze unwavering. "Your brother had abducted several she-wolves, intending to sell them into the slave market. When I confronted him with the evidence and demanded his surrender, your father's entire pack retaliated. It escalated into a violent conflict, a clash that ended in tragic consequences. Your father's pack was no match for ours, and in the midst of that chaos, lives were lost," he revealed, his words heavy with the weight of a bitter history.

He produced croaking sounds with an admixture of coughing and snorted contentedly. "No," Leo broke the silence. “I never would have thought that you would chicken out in front of a human girl, Ar.” Once again, he teased him. “Hmmm, you’ll have to do it yourself… You remember the words of the ceremony, don’t you?” Does the phrase “Right of the wolf” suggest an idea? turned to Leela. — Wolves? Wolves…” she glanced at the dog moving impatiently from paw to paw. - Werewolves, right? she exclaimed, but she herself did not believe in the spoken words.

They were not done yet. ‘Please, Louve. Find my brother,’ I sobbed. Every student was already inside the room and the principal urged us to go in, but Louve didn’t want to. One more look is all it took to find my brother, and he was standing there with his classmates. A sigh of relief took over us, but it was short lived when the school doors slammed open, and a pack of black wolves made it in. Louve growled at the principal, urging her to close the door as she stood in front of it, guarding it with her life.

"You little defenseless packs would call on your precious council to come to deal with the rogues terrorizing your people, and we would be killed for doing the same thing that you celebrate doing yourselves!" "Is that your plan then? You are going to take our resources, and kill our people because you want revenge for us hunting on no man's land?" The astonishment and humor in Parker's tone had multiple wolves behind him laughing, but he silenced them with a flick of his hand by his side. "Don't waste my time. You called for a meeting. Either tell me what you want or be on your way."

We shifted our forms seamlessly, bodies expanding and contorting, bones cracking and reshaping until we stood as towering wolves, our fur as glinting armor under the pallid moonlight. The zombies, mindless and relentless, shuffled closer, a disharmony of groans rising around us. With a howl, I issued a rallying cry of defiance, a desperate plea echoing in the recesses of my mind, silently begging for allied packs to come to our aid. Suddenly, a triumphant howl pierced the tense air—the Alpha's call, my brother's voice. To my astonishment, my father's pack, alongside numerous allies, had heeded our call, brandishing the blow torches Brock had requested. Elation surged within me as I glimpsed

“Prepare to face the consequences of your betrayal.” “But you are alone. I have the rogue and you members of the pack by my side,” London taunted, a wicked grin spreading across his face. Leonardo stood tall, his determination unwavering, as he prepared to face the ultimate test of loyalty and strength. “Wolves, who is the leader of this pack?” he growled, his voice steady and commanding. The tension in the air was palpable as the two brothers faced off, their fates hanging in the balance.