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Still, he managed to overpower every true blood vampire he ever met. How not, when he was the creation of the vampire king himself? When Tristan was young, he used to live in a tribe that was located near a cursed werewolves' pack. Matter of fact, the cursed wolves are one of the most dangerous packs that lived since they're known for losing control whenever they shift. You can expect the worst when it's a red moon. Those wolves change from humans to killing machines that cannot control themselves. Well, in one of the biggest massacres that were witnessed by the world, his entire tribe was killed, and he witnessed the death of his relative by wolves.

Werewolves, Malachi's loyal pack, surrounded us, their fangs bared and muscles taut. One of them stepped forward, his voice a growl laced with arrogance. "You've meddled with powers beyond your comprehension, humans. Prepare to face the consequences." Gabriel positioned himself protectively beside me, his stance unwavering. "We won't let you threaten Silverwood any longer. We've tapped into forces you can't comprehend." The werewolves snarled in response, their bodies trembling with pent-up fury. With a sudden burst of motion, they lunged toward us, teeth and claws glinting in the moonlight.

“I have to see him, please.” As I turned to leave, resolved to find him on my own, a voice from the TV stopped me in my tracks. “…breaking news—an unidentified creature thought to be a werewolf has been apprehended…” My eyes were drawn to the screen. The reporter's voice faded into the background as the camera panned—chains, poor lighting, blood on the floor… and then— Lennox. Unconscious. Bound. Struggling to breathe.

"Yes. But I can't hold it anymore. One of these days, I will put them in their place. I don't give a damn if their family are the top figure in town." "That's my boy. Give them a beating. If there is trouble, ill handle it for you" Jayer parted his son on the should before giving him a hard strike. Jason didn't see that coming, but he defended and stroked back. The talk did the unblocking. He fought like his usual self. At that moment, a call came through the radio call "Code red. Code red. A werewolf has been spotted in the forbidden forest. A girl was found dead in the woods. We are enclosing on him. Requesting back up" The radio sounded

“Ouch, that one hurt. You’re lucky I’m into emotionally stunted wolves. It’s like my thing.” “And you’re lucky I’m into mouthy little brats.” I bit my lip to hide my smile as the tension between us shifted, thickening into something warmer. Something I wanted to sink down into. The monotonous voice of the news reporter hit my ears, and I realized the television had been on for a minute now. While eating we watched the usual political circus—commentators arguing about werewolf-human relations, the upcoming presidential election, footage of yet another anti-werewolf protest outside some capitol building. The air in the room changed with each new headline.

I just smiled at them. After dinner, I put the twins on their beds. When I knew the twins were already asleep, I went back to my room. I sit on the balcony to look at Rosh's training. I was searching online about werewolves. I need to know about their kind. I need to prepare myself for my future with Rosh. I was into reading online and I didn't notice the Rosh was already at my back. "Werewolf and Human Love story." Rosh read on my search engine.

I say to Sam. “Remember when the Dragon shifters almost started a riot?” “They really love the shit out of that show, but not when they killed the Dragons.” “At least they get realistic-looking Dragons. There’s only one show that comes to mind that has actual wolves that aren’t riddled with teenage angst or ludicrous graphics.” “Please don’t say’ Teen wolf’” I cringe internally. “Goddess, no! And don’t even think of ‘Twilight’, ‘Vampire diaries’ or the ‘Originals’. No, I’m talking about ‘The Bitten’.” She sighs longingly.

"If there's one or any shard, there are more. And if the humans are looking for a way to 'purify' us, they've just now found the perfect catalyst." "We need to destroy it," Killian said. "No," I said, closing the box. "We need to better understand it. If I'm just a woman now, I need to know how to fight the things that magic can't touch." I spent the rest of the day in the library, and pour over ancient texts about the first contact between humans and werewolves. However the history was bloodier than I had imagined. It wasn't just a war of territory; it was a war of essence. The humans feared what they couldn't control, and the wolves despised what they couldn't eat.

Chapter 22 Open Arms I get it. For some how. Grimson is a home for the different creatures of the nigh they call; werewolf. It's all clear in my side. So clear since it all puzzed in my mind and I finally clarified that the signs I've been getting since last week we're all connected to the main point. Werewolves... Werewolf! Why of all creatures?! Why werewolves?! And the worst part, I am one of them!

“Say it.” “Say what?” he asked, still trying to come to terms with her accusations. Anger still edged her voice. “You came here with more bad news didn’t you?” Lochlan straightened. “There is one pack.” “Werewolf or vampire?” “Werewolf. As I told you already, werewolves don’t run informal packs. Vampires create massive colonies they call hives where they live together, but werewolves are more nomads.” Lochlan stepped closer to the desk. “The biggest pack of werewolves belongs to Sven.”