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Warriors stole glances, their snarls turning fierce when they saw me standing. Andres was never far. His presence pressed against me like a protector, guiding me even without words. When I faltered, his growl cut through the haze. When I struck true, his golden eyes burned with something that made my chest ache. But the enemy wasn’t endless chaos. No. They had leaders. Midway through the fight, a roar split the field. Wolves parted as a massive figure strode forward. His armor gleamed black under the moon, crest etched into the chestplate—a sigil of twin moons entwined by serpents.

He heard his friends calling him, but he ignored them and walked straight to Callie's table. Callie cast a glance in the direction of the approaching Clyde. She pretended to be reading the book she was holding. "Hey," Clyde let out before taking a seat next to her. "Hello," she said. "What are you reading?" Clyde asked, sneaking a peek at what she was reading. "Werewolves!" he said, smiling. Callie put the book down because nothing in it was true. They were all made up. "I was bored and picked up the first book I saw on the shelf."

-by Aaron Alistaire king _____________________________________ Aaron's pov I never thought such a day would come in my life when I will be filled with this overflowing emotion called regret I always thought that the decisions taken by me always served justice. Being the chief justice of warewolf community I always thought that not once was my decision wrong But how wrong I was. I couldn't even serve justice to my mate let alone the entire community And now when I have realised this I just wanted to punish myself for every wrong I did to her. So here I am going all berserk. Knocking down all the trees around me, growling at every person who tries to touch her,drawing blood by scratching mysel

When I reached the border, several warriors stood in the way. Still in wolf form, I snarled at them dangerously, hoping to communicate without human language that I was an Alpha to be feared, and they should step aside. Their loyalty proved true, however. They glared at me and did not move, despite my grumbles, my snarls, or my pacing. Eventually, Ivan himself arrived. He walked slowly and confidently in his human form towards me, stopping in front of his warriors, just on the inside of his pack’s border.

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,"

He explained the customs in detail, confirming what I’d read in that werewolf book. “Mhm, interesting. I read something about that in the werewolf book.” I nodded. “Werewolf book?” He frowned slightly. “Yeah. James’s mom gave me this children’s book—it’s like a Werewolf World 101. I’m taking baby steps to get to know your world and your ways.” I said, half-sarcastic, half-aware of how much of an uneducated outsider I really was. “Anyway, back to the topic of your approachability. Based on what you’ve told me, the only werewolves who actually see and interact with you daily are the lead warriors and high-ranking members. How is that approachable?”

“I just got some news…” “Whatever it is, it can wait,” he said without looking up. His tone left no room for argument. “This is Lila’s big night. I don’t want any surprises.” Any surprises. He meant me. My chest tightened. A sharp sting shot through our mate bond. I bit my lip and shoved the letter back into my bag. “I understand. I already got Lila a gift.” He seemed surprised when I took it out—a custom perfume designed to soothe a wolf’s spirit.

Because Alexander was now with his mate, my dad gave him the crown. My younger brother managed the Warriors when he was still a high school student. Even though Ares did not realize he was in pain, he still tried to cope with the pain by sleeping with a lot of she-wolves. What I wish for is that he would heed my advice. Once the pack had been rebuilt and the security systems were in place. I had my grandmother and my grand aunt watch the children for a week, as I and Nicolas needed a break from it all. This year we had was exhausting, and we went to this little human city. It was in the middle of nowhere and the people were so nice.

he responded, whipping his head around in my direction. "Okay, check them,” I ordered. I buried my face down and ran my eyes through the books, then I saw one that caught my attention. "Realms of the Shifting Shadows: Tales of Fantasy and Fur"’ was boldly written on the binding of the book. The book has intricate designs of werewolves under a glowing moon. I picked up the book and opened the first page, which had been aged. I couldn't tell how long this must have been here. The first page I opened was blank. This prompted me to open the second page; it was practically empty, just like the first. I continued opening until the fifth page because I was counting the number of pages as I flipped

Look closer. Her gaze settled on a particularly weathered book tucked away near the corner. Its cover was simple, but a faint embossed design caught the light - a pair of intertwined wolves beneath a crescent moon. The image sent a shiver down her spine, and her fingers tingled as she pulled it from the shelf. She opened it carefully, the pages crackling with age. The script was ornate, the kind that took a moment to decipher, but the accompanying illustrations made her breath catch. Drawings of wolves with hollowed eyes and jagged teeth, their forms twisted and monstrous, filled the margins.