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I gave him a nod, giving him permission for the kill. He didn’t hesitate and snapped his neck. The rogue whimpered, as did the young rogue she-wolf in front of me who dropped her body on the ground. Her ears pointed downwards to her nozzle. She whimpered as the light leaves the bigger rogue’s eyes before Colton drops his dead body with a thud. I settled my gaze on the she-wolf. Her light brown silky fur glistened under the moonlight. I let my eyes roam over her. She is thin, malnourished, but one thing bothers me.

***TRIGGER WARNING: Up until now, this story has been fairly tame. From this point forward, Wolfblood takes a dark turn. For those who read the first book of the series, Wolfbane, this book is much darker and deals with more serious, real-world issues. If you prefer light-hearted romances without violence, I advise you not to continue. If, however, you enjoy thrilling werewolf romance novels, please continue with Wolfblood! I promise it's worth the ride.***

“Can you do this?” A hard wipe of a sleeve. “Yeah. Okay.” They stepped—two fire teams, bounding overwatch—under the dark skirts of the trees. The first hit fell. A massive werewolf dropped from the branches like a boulder of fur and teeth, smashing into Linda. Claws tore armour like paper. She screamed, hands scrabbling at slick hide. “Help me!” Tara’s scream ripped free as the others opened up—muzzles strobing the gloom. Rounds thudded; the beast barely flinched. It bit, wrenched—Linda’s trachea came away in its jaws; a red arc painted the pavement.

There, she finally found what I'd left for her. Inside were property deeds in her name, contracts for several shops as gifts, the most secure gold investments, and a handwritten letter from me. Lily ripped the letter open in her excitement. Fat teardrops rolled down her cheeks, splattering onto the paper. I told her I'd taken care of everything for her. She wasn't a maid anymore. Now, she was a free werewolf, able to go wherever she wanted and had nothing holding her back. I also warned her not to rush into finding a mate.

Because she was the only one who could prevent my elder son from killing my younger son. "Five Million!!", Now it's my turn to be surprised. When I would be lying if I say that I was just surprised in fact, I was shocked as well. I saw my son glaring at me and then his eyes zeroed on his wife. If looks could kill then the person who brought that bitch to this state would have been dead by now. "Five Million!! Oooh! This's too much. This's the highest bid amount for any werewolf which we had sold in the history.", The bidder said. "Five Million one, Five Million two...and sold."

I tried to ask hoping they had an answer for me because nothing about the Kingsley boys ever makes sense to me. “oh come on, I’m sure you have read at least one werewolf teen novel in your life” Axel remarked only to be swatted on his arm by his twin to silence him. He wasn’t wrong, obviously I have read a few of those kind of books but they are just made up romance’s for teens to fantasise about. “Yeah but they were just fiction, right?” I spoke my thoughts out loud, the question earning a chuckle from the twins.

V I am Ana, a rogue werewolf who has been on the run for years. I refused to follow the rules of my pack and their strict code of conduct, always longing for the freedom to live my life as I wanted. Becoming a rogue wolf seemed like the perfect solution, but it turned me into a fugitive, always running and never having a day of rest.

Ever since she'd seen the news about the release of Wolf in her New Reviews magazine, she'd had a feeling in her gut this was where she needed to look. Jamie had credited a lot of her information to a book titled Legends of the Werewolf. Lia had read and reread the notes her great-grandmother had handed to her in those last sad moments. Notes that told about generations past that came here from Romania and grew the pack. This had to be the book. Legends of the Werewolf. Surely there couldn't be two books with the exact same title.

he urged Pascal, but it was too late, Pascal has teleported miles away from where he is. "Damn you, Pascal, fuck you, Georgi!! all of you are full of shit" Noah cursed in frustration. Jack Rich was about to leave his office when Pascal arrived inside, "I was thinking you won't come, it is good you did" Pascal nodded without saying anything "I talked with Jon Jon a few days ago, there is a werewolf on the loose, going about killing people, he wants you to tame it" Pascal didn't even bother looking down at the photographs he displayed on the table, he looked out through the glassy walls.

The golden pup’s fur began to crack with glowing lines, radiating a blinding light that made it impossible for anyone to keep their eyes open. “A true Golden Werewolf! I can’t see!” “It’s coming! It’s coming!” Everyone craned their necks and kept their eyes wide, trying desperately to catch a glimpse. Damian laughed loudly. “A Divine Werewolf descends! All shall bow before me! I am the King of the Werewolf Alliance!” As the light began to dim, the pup’s form started to shift. The crowd held its breath. “What is that?” “A black werewolf?” At the very moment everyone expected glory, the golden pup transformed into a grotesque, malformed Omega Black Werewolf.