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Lola furrowed her brows, she and Lavina shared a look and as the wolf got closer they wondered how nobody could have seen it. Her golden brown fur shone under the little light that was left and her snarl grew more vicious the closer she got Lola had seen them in their wolf form before, both Jax and Ash had shifted around her but she had never seen wolves so angry and threatening. The slight tremble on Lavina’s hand gave away that she too felt fearful. “What are you guys doing?” Lavina asked. She knows them? Two more wolves stepped out and stalked toward them. They responded with growls that sent Lola back another two steps.

The Blackwood wolves surged behind her. A dark shape burst from the treeline. Amber eyes flashed beneath the moonlight. Lyla’s breath sharpened. The rival’s wolf. Lyla’s body coiled with tension. The wolf lunged. Lyla twisted beneath the blow. Her claws slid free beneath her skin. Her fist connected with the wolf’s ribs sharp and clean. The wolf hit the ground hard. Lyla’s breath sharpened. Eli’s silver gaze flashed beside her. Another dark shape lunged toward them.

The city was waking up to what Evelyn and the others had known for months: The wolves weren’t stories. They were real. And they were here. Captain Reyes stood at the center of the briefing room, a tension in his jaw that hadn’t been there before. Behind him, a map of the city glowed red in all the wrong places, points of attack, sightings, unexplained mutilations. The whole department was there, standing shoulder to shoulder. Just quiet. “This isn’t a joke,” Reyes said. “This isn’t some cult. Or gang. Something is moving in this city and it wants to tear everything apart.”

Just get rid of everything that was so pressing and getting on your nerves. Which is what I did. White Porsche Cayenne Vadim again flaunted his greatness, and beckoning to a further plan of action. The only thing I did not take into account was two hefty mules who stepped out of the darkness and blocked my path. With a height of at least two meters, and in the shoulders no worse than Rinat, the werewolves demonstrated by their very appearance that it was better not to mess with them. The familiar cut of black formal suits over white shirts, as well as the fact that I saw them for the first time, made it clear that they were Yang's people. Both are black-eyed and dark-haired. Black wolves.

Wolves that did not carry the scent of Silver Moon. My mother wasn’t anywhere in sight. There was just these wolves and I knew one of them was a woman. Had they purposely lured me out? There was no time to think as I got into action. I gripped the dagger tighter as the first wolf lunged at me. I ducked, narrowly avoiding being ripped apart by his claws. Stepping aside, I avoided his second attack. Then I slashed down with my dagger, slicing through the wolf’s side. I aimed at his torso next but this time, he knocked me off my feet with a growl.

Something wasn't right. Lucas couldn't put his finger on it, but he knew there was an imbalance going on. He ordered extra patrols and continued to survey his section of the boarder. He'd wanted even more men, but without a sighting or actual proof of an outcast James wouldn't give his approval. Lucas learned a long time ago that the best proof was his gut feeling, but the Alpha didn't agree. "Oooooowwwww, owwww, wooooo." The wolf's bay carried through the air.

It was no exaggeration to say that Ebony married me in the wedding of the century. I also noticed that every flower in the wedding hall was fake, although that must have been arranged that way because I liked flowers but was also allergic to pollen. While I was still left surprised by how Ebony knew about my preferences, we all heard a wolf's howl from outside the building. Soon, a servant came in to inform us that a Lycan had gone amok outside in his beast form and was clawing the gate outside.

Charlotte waited in the living room for her interview, she looked around the spacious area. It was elegantly decorated with beautiful paintings and furniture that exuded luxury. The walls were painted in a soft cream color and adorned with various pieces of art. Large windows on one side of the room allowed natural light to flood in, illuminating the space. The room was furnished with a comfortable couch and a pair of armchairs, all upholstered in a soft grey fabric. A plush area rug lay on the floor, adding warmth and texture to the room.

I pondered, contemplating the task at hand. As I observed my surroundings, I quickly hid upon noticing someone approaching. It seemed that two wolves were engaged in a heated argument nearby. "Warg, it's true that Lyca is the one who killed Olivia! I witnessed it through the hologram of our clan's Witch," one of the wolves exclaimed. "But that sinner is weak, or so I thought," Warg responded skeptically. "Not anymore, now that she has transitioned into our kind," the other wolf explained. Hearing their conversation, a surge of excitement coursed through my body. Perhaps, for now, I will temporarily set aside my search for the bastard. Instead, I will focus on finding this Lyca wolf and engag

“Where’d you learn that?” “High school,” Jake said, slamming it into gear. “Long story.” Tyres shrieked on torn asphalt. The W.R.X. launched. Wolves pounded after them, then one by one peeled off, howls echoing under concrete. At the head of the pack, a scarred she-wolf—taller, broader—snarled, snapping at a male that edged too close. They didn’t follow. They watched. They always watched. Jake tore a glance in the mirror. Nothing but yellow eyes and patient rage.