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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.

She was telling him the truth. If this thing between them that had blasted out of nowhere like a space capsule and hit them both with the force of a runaway train was to work, then the Volkas would need to accept her. She hated to think what would happen if they didn't. It wasn't only Jamie's misgivings that had to be set to rest. She needed to know if Mike Volka was indeed wolf and which pack he descended from. Settling herself in her chair, she lifted her glass of wine, needing the drink to settle her nerves.

I heard cries from the guys, which means they have already coped with their task. “An old shabby wolf and a young she-wolf,” a mocking voice of the owner was heard. The paws standing on the ground began to freeze. PAWS, NOT LEGS! Yes, what is he? I growled and twitched to the side to stretch a little and throw off the obsession. Where is this bastard hiding? Soon I felt that Mikhail began to move around. Yes, stop! Are we fire wolves and are we freezing now? Rave! I bristled, and my fur was instantly covered with fire. The fog began to dissipate. Illusion! Vampires are empaths, even if I can't be commanded by force, illusion is different. Catching the scent of the vampire master, I rushed to

Blake looked at me, his eyes appearing haunted. “Hey, are we making plans to go get Jasmine back yet?” Jasmine’s cousin, whom I recognized from earlier when we’d taken family portraits, walked into the room. “Because I can get a flight chartered from Alaska and have a good number of my warriors here in less than twelve hours.” “Thanks, Alpha Tyce.” Blake shook his hand. “Hey, I didn’t get a chance to introduce myself earlier. I’m Alpha Alex Adalwolf from Pine Forest Pack.” I put my hand out to him, eager to make relationships with other alphas.

In his dream, he saw his younger self drowning. “werewolf tamer. werewolf tamer.” A husky and compelling female voice called. Ares swam back up and when he came to the surface, he was a grown man again. Panting he looked ahead. There was a lady standing in the sand. She was naked, her almond skin only covered by her long chestnut hair. Her eyes were a beautiful honey and stared at him intensely as he rose from the water. “You are here,” she spoke. She reached her hand out, “come here.”

There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria. How could I destroy her now? Her being half human, and Astoria’s vow made this complicated. “Now what indeed.” I sighed out loud. The best thing I could do was keep her in sight and make sure she didn’t realize her powers. Snuff it out before she did. I had Max. He was the most knowledgeable in werewolf law. He could help me. “I want—what’s the thing's name—? “Jezebel.” “I want Jezebel to come live with me. She will stay under my clan, as my ward.”

His eyes flickering a golden yellow as he turned back to me, his face full of embarrassment and rage. “Your twin sister Raven’s wolf awakened at sixteen years old,” he spat as he stepped past Alistair, my heart pounding in my chest as we came face to face, his icy glare full of contempt. “She’s already one of our most powerful warriors, but you… you are nothing but a wolfless mutt. I have no use for you.”