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she laughs and I join in too. “And he sucked at operation … goddess, he is head of the hospital. I should be worried about everyone he treats. Clearly he is lucky we are all werewolves and heal ourselves,” I joke and Kara giggles so hard she almost bends in half. “Yeah, the buzzer went off constantly. I would be worried,” she jokes back and I shake my head. I will tease him about that later. “Okay, let’s divide the dough and hopefully we get some good cookies. Do you want to do the red velvet? I’ll take the tiramisu and whoever finishes first starts on the chocolate chips?” I offer as Kara nods, taking the red food colouring.

She is beaming with pride. She is very prepared for our arrival. She has some of Mary’s cookies and tea waiting in a sitting room. She is set up for a full presentation on the projector. Once we are all settled she goes through everything she has prepared. “There are records that the first werewolf was from around 600 BC in Greece. There are stories of the Moon Goddess falling in love with a wolf who serenaded her at night with howling songs. They fell in love and she grants him the gift of turning into a human so they can be together when she comes to the human realm in mortal form. When his pack comes under attack from shadow demons one night, his eight bravest fighters who battle alongsid

“You’re exhausted, Bianca. And stress isn’t good for the baby.” “But I’m fine—” “Oh, I’m sure you’re fine now, but you’ve still been pushing yourself too hard.” He gestured to the plans spread across the table. “Look, I’ve got this under control. The color scheme is set, the menu is being finalized, and I’ve even arranged for some traditional Werewolf elements to be incorporated.” That surprised me. “What Werewolf elements?” Isaac gestured to a sketch on the table. “Silver moon lanterns like the ones used in your mother’s pack. And the cake will have moonstone decorations, which I’m told is a Werewolf tradition for celebrating births, isn’t it?”

Until now, he couldn't even move a single finger. He raised his sad eyes, looking at the moonlight outside the window. Suddenly, Adam's body shook violently. Today is another full moon night. His body is extremely sensitive to moonlight. If it was a normal time, the people in the village would absolutely not let him see the moonlight so easily. But a few days ago, he heard someone talking in the village. They say that the witches have come to the village. They are werewolf hunters, extremely skilled hunters. Of course, for Adam, this must have been a nightmare.

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I heard Bazaar. I then know what the dark smoke was. It was wolfbane the substance they discovered to kill and weaken a wolf. The wolfsbane was now causing me difficulty breathing. My eyes run water and my vision became blurry still I didn't close my eyes. My eyes remained half-opened until I saw the dark dust that surrounded us slowly disappeared. When it did everyone within the wall was lying on the floor still and scared. It was not easy seeing them since my vision was still a bit blurry, but there was one image I could see clearly, and that was a white large werewolf that appears to be a she-wolf lying on the ground with a knife in its heart, covered in bright red blood. Bazaar walked ov

he voiced out this time. How are they going to fight four huge werewolves in their tiny builds compared to those creatures? Zane’s heart hammered in his chest. But he didn’t show his tension. “Shit!” Zeev cursed and looked at the opposite side to be ready for any sudden attack. A huge ebony-coated wolf with bloody red eyes graced under the moonlight. Zane almost gasped seeing the rogue. But more than its appearance, the almost glowing dark mark on its leg caught Zane’s eyes.

Still, they began to formulate before I could stop them. "A...werewolf?" I asked more than stated, hoping my corrected expression would make up for my lack of certainty. The most unexpected of reactions came from him, however, in the form of a repressed chuckle finally released. He nearly fell over the chair and into the blueberry pancakes before rising back up with a hand to his chest. "Well, Miss Carson, thank you for the laugh..." He turned back to the food, pulling a croissant to his lips. He returned his focus to me but only to add to what he found to be a humorous moment. "I know I could probably use a shave but-"

" he asks firmly. "I don't know, I just got out," I try to explain but he is not having it. He grabs me by the collar of Alanis's T shirt and pulls me until we are out of the house and in front of Alby Crix's house. Alby is the oldest wolf in out pack and he is the wisest. He has all the answers. Werewolves get old, we can live for 1000 years or more but at a point we start ageing. Which almost makes us like humans.

I bought it from a vendor at a midsummer fair in our hometown of Tidepool Cove, not far from Crescent. Tidepool Cove is part small sea village, part gated community, all werewolf. Only humans who are with a werewolf can get in. On the outside, it seems like a ritzy resort that’s all full up to any passersby. On holidays, wolves from other villages come to visit. The Cove is a popular gathering place for the different shifter packs, the loosely related groups that form inside the larger werewolf community.