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A news report played, and my heart sank as I watched the footage unfold before my eyes. The scene depicted a crowded mall, chaotic and filled with panic. A man—no, a werewolf—moved with unnatural speed and strength, his eyes wild with an unfamiliar madness. Low, guttural growls rumbled from his throat, a chilling sound that sent a shiver down my spine. People scattered, screams filling the air as the man pounced on unsuspecting shoppers.

“Jelena, I am not human. I am a Lycan. The Institute is set up to fight a supernatural war.” Quirking a disbelieving brow, Jelena caresses her hands down my chest and carefully asks. “Are you serious? So you’re like a wolf or something?” I nod my head. “Yes. I am a loup-garou, a werewolf. I am the alpha of our pack.” She looks at me incredulously. “Show me. Show me what you are.” Ready to prove it, I release her from my lips, stand on the edge of her bed, take a deep breath, and close my eyes. My claws instantly retract, my fangs elongate, and my eyes glow. Jelena lets out a startled gasp as she gazes at my wolf form. Once I’ve begun my semi-transformation, I open my eyes and show her my cla

Unfortunately, It's apparent that during my summer vacation, I will live in the very place that has impacted my life more than words could fathom alone. The dream... the reality of what occurred one fateful night many years ago is bound to become a reality again, but there is nothing I can do besides cross my fingers and hope for the best. Hoping that night was really a dream, after all. The night where it all began. The night when I was attacked by a monster... The night I was attacked by a man shifting werewolf. With my legs snuggled against my chest and arms wrapped around them securely, I yawn for a bit then tilt my body closer to the window, wincing at the slight pinch of pain that pull

“CEO of a billion-dollar company. No criminal record but everyone around him has connections to violence.” “That is not proof of anything,” Mike said. “No, but this is.” She pulled up footage from a traffic camera. “This was taken three nights ago near that compound in the woods. Watch.” The footage showed someone running. Then mid-stride they changed. Shifted. Became a wolf in two seconds. Mike stared. “That is not possible.” “I’ve had three experts look at it. None of them can explain it. It’s not CGI, not a costume. It is real.” Sarah leaned back. “Werewolves are real and they are in Seattle.”

I rested comfortably against Zephyr’s shoulder, my legs tucked beneath the blanket as I stared at the screen. “You know,” I said after a while, a smile tugging at my lips, “there’s something that’s always bothered me about movies like this.” Zephyr took a sip of soda and glanced down at me. “What now?” I pointed toward the television. “This whole werewolf versus vampire thing.” One of his eyebrows rose. “What about it?” “We always get the short end of the stick.” I sat up slightly, getting more invested in my complaint the longer I talked. “Every movie makes vampires look superior. They’re stronger, smarter, more elegant, and apparently impossible to kill.”

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.

No one would ever guess that the former Luna Cressida was hiding in a place this remote. I opened my laptop. Time for my ritual: a quick, paranoid scan of the werewolf news sites. It was my only link to my past, and a necessary tool to ensure my safety. The screen lit up. The headline made me freeze. "SHOCKING: Full Video of Black Moon Alpha Ronan's Hospital Rampage Leaks" "Vesper's Fake Pregnancy Scandal Erupts; Silver Valley Pack Cuts All Ties" "Werewolf Council Investigates; Ronan Faces Harshest Sanctions in History"

I asked. He grinned. “What movie did you watch, Teen Wolf?” After a brief chuckle and slow shake of his head, he said with a serious tone, “I shouldn’t pick on you; especially when you’re partially correct. It is possible to be turned into a werewolf from a bite, but it’s rare. The werewolf has to deposit his venom into either the external carotid artery or the femoral artery. A bite anywhere else will hurt like hell, but it won’t turn you; unless you already carry the wolf gene, like your mother does.”

"You don't seem to me as a deaf person, so I suppose that you must have heard when I told you that the person you're requesting of is my slave… except if you're requesting for another Hillary, and not Hillary Hunter." "Well, I've heard from my sources that you've taken her as your slave and I'm not going to be unreasonable about this. So, I'm here to make you an offer." I smiled, regardless of the loud thumping of my heart. "I'm all ears, Mr. Alpha." "For nearly nighteen years, my pack have been resisting your rule. We consist of almost three hundred healthy werewolves and we are highly resourceful." "So what is the offer?" I asked impatiently.

she blinked at him and he scowled at her. They fell quiet after that, each snacking on their croissants and listening attentively at what the broadcaster was saying. “...three more locals had suddenly gone missing. All three are within the range between sixteen and eighteen, and are said to have no history with attempts of running away. This now elevates the missing teenager count up to a staggering number of seventeen disappearances in the past week.” Everyone at the table exchanged looks with each other. The broadcaster rattled on. “The police are positive that they are all linked, and claim that they have undeniable evidence that points at werewolves.’