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Slowly giving interest in things she barely knew about. “Come on! Really, Tally? A werewolf turning teenagers into one? That’s just ridiculous.” Kiera said. Fog covered half of the playground, like smoke making it harder for someone to breathe. Kiera is continuing her little speech about how it is not true that there is no werewolf roaming around Scorch Hills and turns teenagers whose life is a mess.

“Of course, sir. I’ll be right back.” Jackson watched him walk off then turned back to the cage. Wolf C36M657 was tensed against the far side of the cage. He stood, head angled down, arms so tight behind his back that his shoulders couldn’t relax if he wanted to. The blindfold was snug over his eyes. His lips were tugged down into a small frown. His hair was pitch black and a matted mess of curls. Jackson felt disgusted just looking at him, but he did what he had to do. He had a werewolf.

I retort, staring daggers into her. Sukie steps forward, catching Sloan’s attention. “Hello Sloan, it’s been a long time,” she declares, stopping before she reaches her. Sloan bares her fangs, and a hiss escapes from under her breath. “You have serious balls showing up here,” she hisses, displeased at Sukie’s presence. Sukie shamefully glances to the ground as I look on, curious about their history. “I know, but we need your help. If we don’t find him soon, it could be too late,” Sukie claims, meeting Sloan’s eyes, but she’s too busy looking between the both of us. “Why do I give a shit about some wolf,” she snaps, and I’ve lost my patience.

A pair of eyes that glow like embers. I try to scream. I cannot. The black lines on my throat are too tight. I can only point. Killian turns around. He changes into a wolf and jumps at the creature.. The eyes do not move. They just keep staring at me. "The Queen is ready " a voice says. "It is time to harvest." The creature disappears into the fog. Killian lands on the ground. He is growling. His fur is standing up. "Stay close!" he says to the people. "Protect the Queen!"

It was the morning of my school's pep rally, and I was already dressed and about to leave the house when I noticed changes in my body _ and they were not the type of changes that people associate with the human and female bodies; it simply happened that I felt an insane amount of bloodlust, and my eyes changed color _ I have dark colored eyes, and they have never changed in my lifetime. I thought my parents would freak out when I told them what just happened, but instead of freaking out and causing a lot of tension, my mom, Mrs Grace, and Mr Daniel, sat me down on the couch and told me about the history of us being not humans but freaking werewolves _ those types of stories parents tell thei

“We take her on the monumental steps just before the box office foyer.” “We take two minutes at the steps, stay silent and stealthy,” Gabe said. “If we have to, use minimal force, sweeping attacks, and grappling only.” They were interrupted by claws tipping on tiled floors. “Shit, the door!” Scott said. Jane looked through the glass wall over the frosted line and watched the corridor. There was nothing there, then a werewolf scout appeared and sniffed at the base of the door at the end of the hallway.

“The Blackwood pup is about to awaken! A stage has been set up at the Sacred Ridge so everyone can witness the birth of a Divine Werewolf—a once-in-a-century event! If you don’t head over now, you’ll miss it!” The Beta tore free from my hand and disappeared into the crowd. “This isn’t right!” Kaeren scooped me up with ease and flew toward the Sacred Ridge. An Omega Black Werewolf shouldn’t be able to fly that high, but Kaeren could.

"I just had the most terrible day of my life." She stared at me, genuinely shocked. "What do you mean?" The question opened something in me that I had been holding back since the moment I woke up on that lab floor and Elodie told me the truth about this city. Everything came pouring out. "Are you a werewolf too?" I asked. Aunt Anne looked confused. Like the question itself did not compute. "What do you mean by that? Of course I am a werewolf. We are all werewolves."

For now, she’d have to be the werewolf’s assistant. The End!

Sybil's interest was piqued, and her expression became curious and attentive. "Papa," she urged, sensing the gravity of the conversation. Taking a deep breath, Rezo spoke slowly, "Your mother is a witch, and I... I am a werewolf." Sybil's eyes widened in shock, her jaw dropping slightly in disbelief. "Wait, what?" she exclaimed, her voice a mix of astonishment and confusion.