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I also prayed earnestly that he didn’t forget me here. I spotted a bookshelf at the far end of the room and decided to look through it in hopes of finding something to read. The majority of the books were about werewolves and the pack’s history. There were also books about politics, war, and governance. I would have loved to pick up the book that contained information on all members of the Crescent Moon Pack, but I decided against it. It would seem like snooping. I finally settled on a book titled ‘The Art of War.’ Not that I was a fan of violence but I was curious to know why the author had referred to war as an art. It was such a controversial claim.

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I told myself over and over again until my heart rate slowly returned to normal and she could no longer hear the wind blowing outside. I returned my gaze to the book I was reading. It was the historical account of the war that happened a hundred years ago. Before the world, as everyone knew it, ended. In 2100, the third largest war in human history took place. But that is not between two countries or groups of countries. It was between vampires and werewolves. That was right, vampires and werewolves.

Soldier:(afraid and leaves immediately) Kataros:(falls down and weeps) On Mars king Javier had gotten news about his son's capture and the defeat of the men sent to halt kataros's advance and the death of his friend and commander Draga Oranus:(contacts Javier through intercom)king Javier i have news Javier: king Oranus what news do you have?did they succeed? where is my son and the rest?(anxious) Oranus:am sorry but it's bad news Javier: what is it? what happened? Oranus: the troops we sent ran into an ambush prince Brian fought well but was captured we lost many men and draga and his son leo are dead while his other son Levi was captured along with prince Brian Amanda:(hiding behind the doo

Turns out my wolf is attached to him because he is my mate, a secret we had to keep between us because it was forbidden, and his father would have my head. After many years have passed, we survived a lot together, vampires and werewolves were at war with each other and the humans joined it, the lab I once worked for rebranded themselves as W. I. K. D, killing us and calling it the cleansing. It was a massacre that day, but it was also the perfect diversion to allow us to escape, yes us... I told them about my plan, and they knew... The whole time, "I don't know if it's a good idea," Al complained, "I mean the human world is at war right now, this is our haven right now,"

“It’s not a depressing book about nuclear war, is it?” “Actually no!” he replied cheerfully. “It involves a third world war, but it’s fought exclusively with conventional weapons, rather than nuclear bombs.” “So regular blown-up bodies, not radioactive bodies,” I said dryly. “Much better.” “Trust me, you won’t be able to put this book down. It’s my comfort novel. I re-read it every year or two.” “Okay, I’m in,” I said. “I’m glad you chose that, because I’ve seen the Hunt for Red October movie, and I didn’t think it was great.”

She rose, her gaze fixed on the horizon where the city’s fires shimmered like a thousand crimson eyes. Below, Valenfort prepared for yet another war where humans, vampires, and everything in between would soon redefine what it meant to call something peace.

They were flickering, punctuated by the unmistakable flares of dragon fire. “Alaric,” Liza gasped, her gold eyes widening. The messenger dragon appeared then a streak of crimson against the violet sky, plummeting toward them with the desperate speed of the dying. This ends not with a resolution, but with the realization that the war has already arrived at their doorstep. The Shadow Mother wasn't waiting for them at the Isle of Whispers. She was already tearing their world apart.

Most of the books were more ledgers than anything, records of the pack’s history, but there was small section of classic books, some of which appeared to be first editions. Feeling a little excited over the prospect I searched the title, looking at the familiar names, the literary classics, before stopping on a title I had never heard of by an author I didn’t know. I was a big reader I always had been, so it was rare for me to come across an old book that held no recognition whatsoever. With a careful touch I pulled the leather-bound book from the shelf and read through the blurb finding myself amused as I discovered that the book was story of werewolves, apparently written by a human, a fan

Josh asked with eager interest as he shoveled an enormous forkful of garlic mashed potatoes into his mouth. Hap leaned back and adjusted the waist of his pants. Although he’d removed his gun, he was still wearing his uniform. “We’re still trying to figure out what happened. There were all the signs of a wolf attack.” “If it was wolves, can you really call it a murder?” Josh asked. “Until the case is closed, it’s a killing. The definition of murder is an unlawful killing of a person. Therefore, it’s a murder; whether done by man or beast.”