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The wolf jumped again towards the Cursed until they were slammed into a tree. Hugo's breath jolted out, his gaze turned angry. Aryadi grunted in front of his enemy's face while sticking his claws into the man's chest. Hugo shouted out once. His body trembled for a moment before yawning and quickly turning into a wolf in red fur. Aryadi the black wolf gave a startled voice. Hugo took advantage of that split second by throwing the wolf Aryadi's body. Aryadi was thrown several fathoms while Hugo stood tall in his form as a wolf proudly.

Enthusiasm and courage are the words Nolan uses to describe Windy. Nolan smiled and nodded, "Then I'll hunt in the northeast." The two split up and ran in the chosen direction. But they never expected Ezra's enemies to have entered the forest long ago. The leader of the assassin group is a Wolf with a pretty special fur. It has a reddish brown coat that is different from the rest of the species. Next to it was a wolf with jet-black fur similar to Ezra. But if you look closely, you will see the difference between the two.

, I threatened. “Who…who are you?”, Aurora asked in surprise. “Huh?” “I mean why are you staying with these our enemies and these pathetic humans? You should build your own pack.”, I picked Lily in my arms while hearing Aurora’s nonsense at the same thing. “Build my own pack?”, I chuckled. “Have you ever heard that an Omega ruled a werewolf pack?”, I asked in a sarcastic tone. “Omega?”, One of the men asked in surprise, on which I nodded my head.

He has an almost full moonmark on his right wrist, a sign of the great achievements he has accomplished. He is wearing a war attire, a sleek, black leather jacket with silver fangs; which I believe are from demons he has slayed, rests along the shoulders and an embroidered wolf on the back. Beneath the jacket, is a form-fitting white shirt with a pair of dark, fitted pants with reinforced knee padding. On his feet, are high-end combat boots with a polished, metallic finishing.

“It’s better to be prepared and never need it than to need it and never have it.” I’d heard Jonathan say that about some of the skills I’d thought silly. I supposed it was true. “Thank you,” I finally said, holding it close to my chest. “It’s specially designed for your measurements. I got them from the tailor. This type of armor is special too – it will stretch to your body when you shift into your wolf form, so you don’t have to worry about it tearing or losing it.” “That’s incredible!” I said honestly. “I’ve never heard of technology like that!”

I said smoothly. I reached up to the collar of my heavy jacket. The dark blue fabric bore the intricate silver crescent moon crest of the pack right over the heart. I had earned this jacket. I had fought rogue wolves for the right to wear it with pride. My fingers gripped the thick material. I unzipped it in one sharp, fluid motion and shrugged it off my shoulders. The heavy fabric pooled in my hands. "Meghann, what are you doing?" Caomh demanded, his voice suddenly tight with panic.

Then I sensed him. Not in the circle with the others, but across the room, half in shadow, watching. A boy. No. A presence. He wore the same base uniform as the rest of us, a tailored black coat, crisp white shirt, dark slacks, and boots. But his cloak was lined in deep forest green, the silver thorn patterns barely catching the light. A polished wolf sigil gleamed at his shoulder, unmistakable even from this distance. Hawthorne House. Werewolf.

Rex explained. "To be honest, the 7 packs are the youngest wolves we know. I didn't always run with the pack I run with now. I used to be one of Jo's Rogues. I am half Royal, half Lunari." As soon as Shyfter said he ran with the Rogues, Rex's wolf emerged and melded with his human instinctively.

he says, making me melt. “You got me more than one gift, Kaeden?” I ask and take both from him. I sit down on my bed after placing the frame on the bed and unwrap the big box. My eyes widened in shock! Inside is a set of clothes, a red and black baseball jacket with my name on it and the number eight on it. Setting it down, I pulled out two shirts, one black with Cyro’s name on it on the back and in front. It had an outline in light blue of a wolf, while the other shirt was a black and blue checked shirt. I pulled out a pair of plain black jeans and white sneakers that had a wolf printed on the outside of the left shoe and Cyro’s name on the other.

The whole place had a pulse of excitement and anticipation. The tailors gave me the clothes for tonight. It is a three-piece suit made from wool that matches our eye color, blue, and silver. They embroidered the sleeves with symbols of our pack, the triskele. “Alarick!” I shouted as a lot of werewolves also occupied the tavern. “Ylva’s looking for you.” Alarick nodded and went in my direction. He looks like a busy merchant trying to greet all his emptor. “Let her be. She knows her way around.”