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Then I let my wolf take control. My wolf was a huge dark night color wolf. Like any other werewolf, we share the same eyes, blue eyes. On the other hand, Earl's wolf was a brown wolf with an alpha shape, but he wasn't as big as mine. I jumped over him, attacking his weak body, but before I could squeeze him, he ditched my attack while running away like a coward toward the window. Before he could run, I jumped over him again, this time I got him locked between my claws and fangs. As I lunched a bit over his throat trying to finish him, I heard her scream from pain ‘‘Stooop... Please '' she cries out.

The man asked with a fiery smile. *"Ten thousand," Ayra replied, her voice sounding small and broken.* *He slashed the dagger across the girl's face, laughing maniacally at the screams of terror that left the girl's mouth.* *Ayra folded into herself on a bed, sobbing quietly.* *"You're no longer a vampire, Ayra. You're now a werewolf. Scrap every thought of your old life out of your head. No one is coming to save you," he mocked before walking out of the room, leaving the girls to cry their hearts out.*

The male werewolf was a sadistic brute, delighting in his victory. Suddenly, a guttural growl ripped through the torrential downpour. Antonio's eyes snapped towards the sound's origin, his heart pounding like a tribal drum in his chest. From the shadowy edge of the forest, another werewolf emerged. His black mane shimmered in the moonlight, his muscular body rigid with predatory intent. Rain streaked down his coal-black fur, trailing rivulets that glowered ethereal under the luminous moonlight. His eyes blazed, a fiery crimson that bore into the scene before him with a fierce intensity. His gaze was locked onto the female, her whimpers of pain tearing through his composure. This newcomer was

Since the two were human, attacking werewolves were also somewhat more complex. The werewolf became increasingly violent; he swung his sharp claws to strike the two. If Conal and Azura don't move quickly, the werewolf will kill them. While the werewolf was fighting Conal, Azura used a sharp knife to cut a deep cut in his leg. She stopped attacking, thinking he would be like the werewolves Azura fought in Montana. However, he was not only unharmed, but his wound in just a second made her panic again. Azura's attack caught the werewolf's attention. He began to turn towards Azura while scratching furiously. Conal saw the dangerous situation for Azura; he aimed directly at the werewolf's arm and

Maybe he wouldn’t be friends with Nico now. Knowing of his friend’s awkward situation, that last thought, for him, was much more sad than learning about slavery. As he looked up at the ceiling, wondering, he wished he could do more to make the turn of events better for him as well as everyone else. ---------- The next day filled the young man with a subtle excitement that somehow replaced his dreaded feeling of restlessness. It could have been because he had finally turned, releasing that pent-up emotion. This would be his first day as a full-fledged werewolf.

At college, meeting Liam and Zain and having Wren… He was just himself. Never again. Never. After this, he was done being anything besides who he wanted to be. After today… He was done. He wasn’t going to wait until the end of break. They were done with this entire country after this day. “Oh, my wolf is coming up. You remember him from the auction, right?” Warrick sounded vaguely interested. Like whatever happened with his wolf was of no concern.

Rowan left before Iris could see him. Iris sat up and looked around. The air stank of blood and the bank was carpeted with dead bodies. Iris felt nauseous and and finally threw up. "Tell me I was dreaming" She looked at her best friend who looked at Japh. Japh shook his head. "You were…he was…" Iris pointed and touched her forehead. "Breathe" "Werewolves don't exist, right?" She suddenly stood up. "Because there's no way I just saw you change into a...oh no!"

She stood there, a beacon of warmth and desire, beckoning me to join her for a tender farewell. Without hesitation, I activated my wolf climbing claws, a unique ability bestowed upon my werewolf form. With agile precision, I scaled the wall, reaching her window effortlessly. Jasmine opened it, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. I slipped into her room, the ambiance filled with a charged energy. The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of us, entwined in a passionate embrace. Time seemed to stand still as our lips met, igniting a fire within us that defied reason and restraint.

began to advance. I knew that we had to fight, or we would not survive. So, I gave the signal, and the pack leapt into action. We circled the werewolf, our teeth and claws bared. We struck with all our might, but the werewolf was strong. It fought back, its power almost overwhelming us. But then, something happened that I could never have predicted. A lone wolf, one that had not been part of our pack before, appeared out of the shadows. It was a wolf unlike any I had ever seen. It was pure white, its fur glowing in the moonlight. And its eyes, they burned with a light that was not of this world. It howled, and the sound was like nothing I had ever heard before. It was a sound of pure power,

A bruise was already blooming along her cheekbone where Lira’s fist had grazed her. He took her injured arm in careful hands. “Hold still.” He leaned in and, without warning, licked the wounds. Elara gasped. The contact was warm, wet, strangely intimate. She felt the faint rasp of his tongue, then something else, warmth spreading, tingling, numbing the worst of the pain. “What are you...” “Werewolf saliva,” he murmured against her skin. “Heals faster than anything human. Especially for mates.” He continued, slow, deliberate strokes of his tongue along each cut. The bleeding slowed. The edges began to knit together before her eyes.