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His voice is deep and rich, and I’m a little surprised by how much it sounds like Prince Owen’s. “Let the Hunting Ceremony begin!” he announces with a wolfish smile. “I wish you all happy hunting!” The werewolves around me immediately shift into their wolf forms and charge into the forest. The sight is terrifying and mesmerizing, though I tremble at the memory of Violet shifting right before she attacked me. And then I see him. It’s the first time I’ve ever witnessed Prince Owen shift into his fierce, black wolf who’s taller and more powerful than the others. Ava shifts next to him into a noble, white wolf. Together, they are ying and yang, day and night: a perfect match.

Everything seemed to move in slow motion as Waverly caught the stare of the black wolf who she had fought not long ago: Matteus. He shot her a wink with his bright green eyes and then, almost instantly, all of the wolves charged. Waverly let go and let her wolf form take full control, growling as soon as her paws hit the ground. A wolf she didn't recognize lunged for the others, who were still unchanged, and attacked, knocking them down and freeing Christopher.

River answers didn't happen to me, I just remember the pain and then blacking out. "I never felt as free as I did when I went wolf, I don't remember what my colour was, I should have looked at my paws," Kyler whines, they went wolf and were conscious are they lying? "Yeah me neither, I didn't think of it," River answers him with a shrug before turning to me. "Who got your wolf to come out?" River asks me. "Uhh...alpha Rowan I think," I answer him, he sweet-talked my wolf, and things went dark before I went wolf, I can't remember shit.

But the strange thing was that the wound quickly returned to normal as if it had never happened. "Who are you?" Selina couldn't help but ask. Wolfgang did not answer Selina's question but asked in return. "So, who are you?" He wiped the blood on the knife and folded it neatly into his pocket. “When you tell me your identity, I will tell you who I am.” Selina knew that if she didn't answer Wolfgang's question today, he would not let her leave. “Yes, I am not human. I'm Wolf." Wolfgang wasn't too surprised by Selina's answer. Because from the moment she saw him cut into the flesh, he knew his thoughts were not wrong. If it were an average human, the response would be to scream or run away, rat

"It's the grimoire of my people." He narrowed his ice-blue eyes. "so, you're an Arctic Wolf." It was more of a statement than a question. "Yes," I replied, folding my arms across my chest. "Who are you?" "I'm Rolf, Alpha of The Winterborn Pack." His lips curled into a smile as he liftedhis eyebrows. "May I come in?" "Yes, of course." But I didn't budge from behind the counter. "Do Elias and Xander know you're here?"

Drew said in a playful tone after seeing that Kyle had ended the call. About two hundred years ago, a war broke out between the rogue Vampires and Werewolf's. Kyle's past self, Duke Kile Chen was among those who fought in the war. At that time, the Werewolf's defeated the Vampires and soon, they seemed to coexist without any troubles. But now, it still seemed like there was bad blood lingering in the air because of Grey Jang the vampire who seeked revenge. Unbeknownst to Kyle, there was another creature who seeked revenge also. War awaits...

Werewolves differed from regular wolves not just in size and strength but also in the terrifying aura they exuded, capable of paralyzing one's soul and rendering them immobile, almost as if trapped in a trance. Slav tore through the hunters, launching them into the air with powerful swipes of his massive paws and head. He slammed into the van, causing it to jolt backward. The person in the passenger seat, likely a higher-ranking individual, desperately pounded on the partition separating them from the trunk. "Release Project 129 immediately! Contact headquarters and have them broadcast announcements on television. This situation has spiraled out of control."

The moment the door closed, I plopped on the sofa, as if that exchange took all of my energy. Daphne's phone was still on the table, filled with chats that were still active. From where I sat, I could see the curses and pictures edited with ill-intent directed toward me. That was a group chat filled with my haters, and my daughter was the group admin. My heart was numb with sadness. I reached and grabbed for the phone, seeing the group announcement my daughter had just posted. "Today, we'll flood that old viper's tags!" Old viper—that was what they called me. Before I left the entertainment industry, I was well-known for my slightly upturned eyes, but my haters loved calling me a viper inste

We couldn't trust humans, especially the government. " Can you deal with this?' they asked him, and he looked at me for options. I nodded in agreement, and Alex decided to take him from them. What had I done? This was exactly why spirit wolves were not allowed to mix with or live among humans. My little fight with Mr Johnson had turned him. The Apex Werewolf was my former employer, Mr Johnson who tried to molest me. I remembered checking my fingers for bloodstains, but there was none. The realisation of what might have happened dawned on me. I might have scratched him with my claws briefly. My claws were always the first to form whenever I was threatened and needed to defend myself.

Big beads of sweat adorning his face and his drenched hair produced even more liquids travelling Zeev’s half-naked body. Few young trainees pooled around the sparring circle, admiring not only how the two most respected and known werewolves in their pack fight, but also seeing an actual royal mark on Zeev located on his right side rib, which royals barely show to others. Despite the labored breathing from the sparring, Tyr silently stared at his opponent with an intent gaze. He walked in a circle, facing off Zeev. They continued to square off while Zeev threw test punches again. He would dance in his steps, cocky at that. Tyr reacted slowly, calculating every move from the opponent.