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But if it was possible… As the search results populated the screen, I clicked on the first article that caught my eye, hoping it would shed some light on my problem. Article 1: The Mythology of Werewolves 'Werewolves, also known as lycanthropes, are mythical creatures that appear in folklore and legends across various cultures. The transformation into a werewolf is typically associated with the full moon, although variations exist in different traditions. The exact methods of becoming a werewolf vary, but common themes include being bitten by an existing werewolf, a curse, or practising dark magic. The notion of werewolves congregating in packs is prevalent in many legends, often in remote o

The drama that was playing on the stage was about the little boy who , a special born who killed his mother, the Luna of the pack. " I hope we are following." Ruckus said, eyeing Derek. He smiled. It was obvious Derek was getting uncomfortable. " The story is about a young special born wolf who took the life of his own mother. " " That's strange." Alpha of the blood river pack said. " Quite sad. The boy mus be a curse to the pack." Ruckus giggled. " I bet he is. Someone like that gas to be a monster that will keep killing without stopping. " He eyed Derek.

She looked up and her blood went cold. Footage of the attack. Someone with a cell phone had recorded it. The video was dark and shaky but clear enough. Wolves fighting, shifting mid-battle, it was clear as day on the screen. The news anchor was talking about it. Calling it a hoax. CGI. Special effects. But Sarah would see it, Sarah would know it was real. Sage watched the footage play again. Watched herself in wolf form tearing through hunters. Proof that werewolves existed on television. It was being broadcast to millions of people.

"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

AMBER’S POV. Flickering my eyes rapidly as the bright light of early morning shines directly at my face. I can’t believe I let myself sleep all night in this terribly dusty and unkept basement. That’s the power of shock mixed with awe I reckon. What in the actual fuck happened last night? The Newspapers absolutely did not make mention of any wolves related stories in Raven’s Peak, did I miss that bit? Was I overwhelmed by the beauty of this town to not pick the tiny details mentioning the existence of wolves in it? I can’t even imagine all the horror stories told to us as kids concerning the existence of werewolves were true.

Maybe I didn’t give him enough credit, he really did love me and he was always a strong man… Still… to just be willing to step aside and watch someone else bring a light to my eyes that was never there for him… It would be hard for anyone. “Sure, we can start there. Yes and no. Yes, there are really werewolves. No, they do not go crazy under a full moon, like witches, they enjoy it with celebrations or small parties.” I made it sound like a commercial. “The basics? Yes, there are packs, no they aren’t very large, we have good healing abilities, strength, endurance. We typically live for 200 years or so. Oh I will be shifting the next full moon.” I laid out.

There was no one in the house though, it was just the house help I had seen so far. I started a marathon on drama series Teen Wolf, one of the reasons I had started watching the series was to thirst on Tyler Hoeclin, but after two episodes, I had gotten really engaged in the series. After few episodes, I began to feel really sleep and decided to rest my eyes for awhile.

"Connecting to Family/Bloodline" aired every full moon night, sharp at 9 pm, from the Pack’s territory broadcast station. It streamed widely across all social media. The guest wolf in the latest run had shoved Lady Cassandra down the pack’s spiral cliff, stirring the air with heavy whispers. The scent of curiosity spread across pack lines even before the show aired. Another story, that of a youngling born of an abducted she-wolf trying to trace her mother’s whereabouts, tugged hard at hearts. This story had the blood of watchers pulsing with the need to know more.

Wait, how on earth would Dunstan know about the werewolves, considering that our identity is hidden in the modern world? My hand was shaking as I aimed the cursor at a video clip that accompanied the document. With trembling fingers, I clicked play, hoping to find some answers. As the video unfolded, I cupped my mouth, trying to suppress my sudden sob of shock and disbelief. The video revealed a secret underground laboratory where scientists were conducting experiments on werewolves, extracting their DNA for medical purposes. The footage showed the werewolves in cages, their eyes filled with fear and pain. Then I remembered what Olga had said back in the hospital. It was about the identity o

And the displays could use plenty of work. Iron bars created cages. The werewolves inside were cuffed and collared. Jackson paused in front of a particularly crowded cage. It was packed full of women werewolves. Revulsion choked him as he read the sign - breeding stock. He squeezed through the crowd as quick as he could to put as much distance between him and that cage as possible.