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This time, people look at me, but it’s more subtle and not so overwhelmingly hateful. When we get to the forest line, Xander begins to take his clothes off. “Ummm….” I turn quickly, trying to give him some privacy. “Sorry, werewolves are used to nudity. We have to strip to shift, otherwise we shred our clothes all the time.” He says and I hear him continuing to remove his clothes.

The bloody color of the werewolf is shining as well as the two tails it keeps on swaying. The werewolf turned around and looked at me, its cardinal eyes finding their way to me. I do not feel threatened or scared, I just felt sorrow and pain just by looking into its eyes. It shocked me when it smiled and ran in my direction. “Hey!” a masculine, deep voice shouted from within that I opened my eyes to see Alarick holding my shoulders and staring at me. “Get off me!” I shouted and pushed him hard, effortfully so that he hit the wall.

and my whole body was petrified. Out of habit, I grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled down to straighten it out. Unfortunately, I pulled a little bit too much and a noticeable tear appeared on the fabric. 'Shoot!' I wanted to curse at myself. I wanted to run away from that place. Unfortunately, I had no time as Lewis arrived in front of me. "Ah..." I could not help but exclaim before placing my hand on the tear of my shirt to hide it. "He-hello," I unintelligently said. Around us, I heard the werewolves gasping in surprise.

Then I see them. Several wolves surrounding the vamp. The biggest of them snarling so viciously it rattles the trees. It's black four shimmering in aggression. I blink, and the wolfs are ripping apart the vampire. I watch in muted horror as the animals rip his limbs from him, the vamp's screams are eerie, horrific to hear. I want to put my hands over my ears, but I don't have the strength. I'm barely conscious when another snarls echoes around me. This one different to the wolfs. The pack whips away from the heap of body parts, their focus now on two men. One of the men grabs me, lifting me into his arms. His face is blurry to me.

But I was already stripping her. As she remained leaning back onto the bed, her chin tipped down, but eyes wide, watching me, I gripped the sides of her pajama shirt in either hand and didn’t bother with the buttons, just tore it open, buttons pinging against my chest and pattering to the floor, ignored as she gave a little squeak, but laughed breathlessly too. “Cazz…” “I can get you a dozen of these in minutes,” I growled as I tugged the shirt off, baring her to the waist, my wolf snarling as we realized she’d been in that room with all those males and no bra.

“What is a pretty human like you doing in the werewolf world, anyways?“ asked the one who captured me as he let his last piece of clothing drop to the ground. I cried and yelled in freight as he stood stark naked over me. “And in the forests for that matter?“ he smirked before squatting and grabbing my breasts. “Get away from me, you fool!“ I screamed suddenly, spitting on his face. His gaze darkened in anger and he slapped me across my face, making my pain and cries intensify. I saw stars in my vision, and my heart tightened in an uncensored way. And I suddenly grew silent, losing all hope. He asked the other guy holding me to let go. Then he tore the upper part of my gown in haste so my br

Without hesitation, Alex's protective instincts kicked in. The sight of an innocent life in danger reignited his strength. He could see the intention to shoot in the men's eyes. With a burst of speed and power, he rushed forward, determined to save her. The scene erupted into chaos as Alex threw himself into the fray, With a roar, Alex lashed out, his claws raking across the concrete pillars, leaving deep gashes. He smashed car windows and hurled debris, each act of destruction, his primal fury unleashed once more. The men were caught off guard, their bullets missing their mark as Alex moved with supernatural agility. He fought with a ferocity that only a werewolf could muster, his red-shot

Don't. "Alright." Liam's voice frayed at the edges. "But she walks first." Darryl backhanded him. Blood speckled the dock. "You don't make terms here." They forced him to his knees. I counted each button they ripped from his shirt, each slur spat in his face. My muscles coiled, the beast beneath my skin snarling to tear through this farce. But a werewolf can't disembowel human beings with bare hands in a crowded place like this. Not even a Lycan princess on the run.

He had moved so fast that no one had seen it clearly. “Brother!” The man in purple was shocked, approaching in horror. “How… how could you…” “Damn it!” “Werewolf” cursed, tearing off his vest to tightly wrap his severed arm. “Brother, your arm…” The man in purple was devastated, reaching out as if to touch the wound, but unsure where to start. “Werewolf” gritted his teeth. “What are you doing? Move!” “No, I care about you!” The man in purple’s eyes were red. “Honey, he dared to do this to you. I won’t let him get away with it!”

The air echoes with growls and snarls as we engage in a battle for supremacy. I find myself face to face with a hulking werewolf from Kieran's pack. His eyes burn with a fiery rage as he lunges at me, his claws aimed for my throat. In that split second, instinct takes over, and I twist my body, narrowly avoiding his attack. With a swift countermove, I slash my claws across his chest, leaving deep gashes in his fur.