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With a swift motion, Luca scooped up Elise and vanished into the night, leaving behind a trail of mystery and unanswered questions. Sophie's body materialized in the coven, her limbs twisted at unnatural angles. Her skin was deathly pale, and her eyes were sunken, but a faint spark of life still flickered within her. The witches gasped in horror, rushing to her side. The queen's face contorted in anguish as she cradled Sophie's broken form. "No, no, no... This can't be," she whispered, her voice trembling. Ariana, the wise witch, quickly assessed Sophie's condition. "She's been drained of most of her magic," she said grimly. "The werewolf's bite is cursed, meant to destroy her from the insid

And I’ll have to ask Aldrich if he's willing to offer his blood. After our discussion about how the first Cursed Ones gained entry into Altair, I’m convinced that Werewolves are magical beings as well. If I’m successful in carrying out the ritual, it will prove once and for all that the shapeshifting ability of the Werewolves is indeed a form of magic, and they very much deserve to live in Altair like all other magical beings.

“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.

“So, what do we need to know about Domlur?” Quinn asked while we are eating our breakfast at Rendall’s house. Last night, we decided to plan everything so that we can pull off this mission. It was supposed to be my mission but they used the word “our” and I can’t help but be thankful that I have them. “Well, Domlur is where werewolves live.” Quinn and I scowled at what Rendall said. That is common knowledge for god’s sake.

Growing up, sometimes we would hear of packs at war, to settle land disputes, fighting over an insult, an act of disrespect, or simply to gain more power or just for the hell of it. In order words, werewolves fight a lot, our species respects a show of strength more than anything. Sacred Heart was one of the little peaceful packs, preferring diplomacy over a show of force, it kept us safe for a time.

He takes the remote control and rewinds the ongoing series on television. Teen wolves? This is the first series I watched about wolves, vampires, and witches, and I loved it. God, I love this series. It was the one that made me fall in love with supernatural creatures. It's the third time I am watching it, and I will watch it over and over again as much as possible. "Are you okay with this?" Andy asks. "Yeah. I love this series. And everything about the supernatural." I answer with all honesty. "Mmh.. makes the two of us then." I smile at his far-fetched reply. When does he ever get to watch them? I have never seen him. "Sit," he says.

She slashes the werewolf's face, leaving three wounds on his cheek. Vampires have always been vile creatures, feeding on human blood for their survival. Some use their strength to kill others, some to take advantage of the weak. Their only weakness is sunlight, and they take pleasure in seeing bloodshed. They were the cause of that battle sixteen years ago and because of that battle, werewolves in this world expected their numbers to deteriorate. This is what Chris has always been told. But of course, he rarely visits the supernatural council meetings. He only ever goes to the Alpha gatherings at the werewolf castle—one of the remnants of Nycthopia.

Then again it seemed the film community couldn’t get a single Vampire or Werewolf right. The werewolves being the worst, however, always been portrayed as man-beasts, rather than actual wolves. Izzie snuggled herself onto the couch, grabbing the new teddy blanket she had bought and cocooned herself in snuggly goodness. “Cassius is changing you,” Jake muttered jokingly as he pressed play on the remote and the opening logos began to play. Izzie just shook her head, knowing that if she responded it wouldn’t be with anything nice and Jake was only kidding.

Amaira "Despite deciding to maintain peace, the werewolves killed Shlok and attacked Agastya. Maybe that's why this is happening." Vishal "I don't want war, but now I can't do anything." Amaira "Vishal, I also found out one more thing." Vishal "What?" Amaira "The werewolves, who are born on a pink moon night, are special. They are as strong as the born vampires." Vishal "That I know."

he started, his finger tapping on the printout of an article about that subject. “The killings started many years ago when innocent werewolves began disappearing. Then their dead bodies would turn up without any solid evidence as to what or who had happened to them. This was back when Sawyer’s father was the alpha of the pack,” he paused, showing a picture of a man with high cheekbones and a striking broad jaw. His eyes were thin and hawk-like, gray to the point that they could easily blend with the whites of his eyes if too much light was shone on them.