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A few minutes later, Nicholas arrived at the meeting place in his werewolf form, bleeding. Everyone, including Cedric, was in a daze upon seeing him almost beaten to death. As soon as Nicholas shifted back to his human form, his werewolf packs immediately extended their hands and helped patch his wounds and to remove the bullet out of his system before anything awful will happens to him. On the other side of the story, the woman safely arrived at her dad's enormous mansion. Hundreds of her security hurriedly greeted and brought her to the main house the second she landed in their parking lot.

-Daphne- Her shouting drew my father into the room. He must have been walking by, and while he often didn’t want to deal with my mother’s moods, he seemed to sense I might need some help. “What’s going on here?” my dad asked. “Our daughter is in love,” my mother retorted. “Oh?” “With a werewolf.” “With a what?” my dad inquired, and I glanced over my shoulder, seeing him step closer. “I’m sure I heard wrong.”

He was silent for a full minute. "Whoever your biological parents were, Mum and Dad are still your family. They love you as much as they love me. We can find out your parents' information later, I promise. There's something else I want you to know right now." His brown stared at me expectantly, while part of my brain has processing the information that just came out of his mouth He looked at me fixedly with his brows furrowed "Cara, I'm a Werewolf."

) He wonders to himself however. 'Boom!' a large explosion goes off sending tree chunks at him. "Wwwwwwwaaaaaarrr!" The wolf cries out as it evades the chunks swiftly. "Haaaaaaaaa, you won't make this easy for me will you.... Huh Jason?" A girl's voice came from behind the destroyed tree. (Clara!) He yelled in his mind his fangs showing hostility towards his childhood friend. The red haired girl stepped up and watched as the wolf ran away again "Even as a werewolf you're still weird" a vein appearing on her forehead as she began the chase again.

Father widened his lips for the big fat smile and pressing gently on my shoulders with his hands. “No doubt he is the son of Luther Vincent. He acquires every quality that I have. I am proud of you my son.” He said and I smiled hesitantly cause I knew what had gone wrong and if he knows that he will surely not be spitting the word ‘proud’ for me. “Dad, did you find Paul I mentioned you before? The werewolf who was roaming around the Amber City.” I asked him as I was curious about him. He had seen my face and he was the biggest risk I had to get rid of.

If only he knew that just standing this close to him, just hearing his voice, was enough to unravel me from the inside out. I raised my chin, masking the feeling in my chest. “You don’t have to worry, Alpha Duncan. I didn’t come here willingly.” My voice was sharp, but inside, my wolf purred, shamelessly leaning into his dominance. For a moment, something flickered in his eyes—annoyance, maybe curiosity—but it vanished as quickly as it came. Father exhaled heavily. “She stays, Duncan. Until this war is over. We already talked about this.” Silence stretched between them, Duncan’s jaw working as he stared me down. The longer he looked, the harder my pulse hammered. My wolf pressed harder again

But the wolf was faster than most creatures they had faced, relentless, driven by a code older than men. Then, in one brutal lunge, it sank its fangs deep into Lucius’s side. Lucius’s scream tore the night apart. He staggered back, clutching his ribs as blackened veins began crawling outward from the bite. “Lucius!” Valerius roared, fury snapping through his control. His sword cut clean and merciless, carving through the werewolf’s defenses until the beast fell, weakened but not slain. With trembling hands, Valerius filled the vial with its blood before forcing himself to sheath his blade.

Although I did not like to remember the whole story about how I got here. "We lived in Waylenn, a pack thousands of miles from here," I began, not being able to look at their faces. "My father was a werewolf, the Alpha of the pack. He is serious, but charismatic, kind and strict. The pack loved him and everyone was fighting to be his mate. Until my mother appeared, a powerful witch who won the hearts of him and the entire pack."

Dad fell silent for a long time, still clutching Elms as she snored loudly. “What did you do, Dad?” I asked. “I went on a quest,” he said. “I traveled in search of others like me. From obscure internet forums to sightings by locals, I traveled the whole world, looking for werewolves. Everywhere. After many months, I found some like me, but they were territorial. Didn’t want me in their pack. This was back in Afghanistan, I think. Yep. I found another pack in Siberia. Then I headed to Europe, Finland, and Sweden. There are plenty of wolves there. Slowly, from their accounts, I started learning about the existence of wolves in America. But I could not come back. I was ashamed. I had left my fa

Her eyes snap back to mine, and she yanks a gun out of her holster. "You shouldn't run your mouth you fucking dog I killed many who tried to act like you. I'm human like Natalie, and so is her real father. Ian is the only werewolf in this relationship and a weak one at that. I was able to slip him drugs that gave me full control over him to the point I sold my child for money and convinced him to agree. I'm top dog here and you fuckers will bow to me. you all will die, and I will sell her to the highest bidder",My wolf growled viciously as my eyes flashed golden. She huffed and stormed out. "Kill them all!!"My dad yells, and we clash with the rogues.