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Bare feet pounding against dirt, breath tearing from my lungs as panic surged so hard my vision blurred thinking something bad had happened. Behind me, I heard Isabella curse and follow. Please. Please. Please— The healer's den doors burst open just as I reached the clearing where half the pack had already gathered. A healer stumbled out, pale-faced and shaken but clearly excited. And from somewhere deep inside the building— A growl erupted. Low. Violent. Inhuman. My wolf slammed so hard against my chest I nearly collapsed. Because I knew that growl. Aaron.

***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.***

Not while the wolf was so wound up. The other wolf didn’t relax externally, but as they sat there in silence, the pounding of his heart began to slow. It didn’t reach a normal heart rate, not in the short amount of time that Wren was in there before Jackson showed up, and Jackson showing up had the wolf’s heart jumping right back up but… But it was a good sign. It was a good sign that the wolf hadn’t rejected his company. Had started to calm down once he realized Wren wasn’t asking for or expecting anything from him. He followed Jackson and Kia out of the room feeling much more settled at the idea of the other wolf’s future.

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The ground beneath us trembled, as if the earth itself feared what was about to come. The hearts began to levitate, their forms bathed in the pulsating light of the circle. The hybrid’s heart was the first to rise higher, its pulse matching the rhythm of Andromeda’s voice. The virgin witch’s heart followed, its magic shimmering like a veil of starlight. Finally, the heart of the treacherous wolf ascended, its energy dark and raw, a reminder of the betrayal that had paved the way for this moment.

Unknown The night air quivered with an electrifying charge, a current that swept through the forests, mountains, and valleys, igniting a wildfire of elation. Under the gaze of a waxing moon, the werewolves of the world stood in poised silence, their fur bristling with anticipation. Flameheart, the alpha of alphas, had sent out the call. It began as a whisper in their minds, a tendril of thought so faint it could have been mistaken for the wind. But swiftly, the whisper amplified into a roar. A mindlink of unprecedented power that connected every werewolf under the celestial dome.

"Yes. I doubt that Jordan himself will make any one his mate." "B-but," I stammered. "What is the difference between Jordan and his wolf, aren't they one and the same." She chuckled. "It's obvious that you just discovered about your nature and the supernatural world not too long ago." She walked back to the shelf and searched for a while until she picked out a brown covered book and handed it to me. "Have this." She said, "It will tell you the basic things you need to know about werewolves and Lycans."

The energy was tangible, a blend of excitement, pride, and a subtle, underlying tension that only the full moon could amplify. Selene moved through the clearing, taking in the sights, smells, and sounds. The scent of roasted meat and sweet fruits mingled with the musky tang of the wolves themselves. Laughter and low conversation flowed around her like a river of comfort, weaving together with the music to create a tapestry of life, unity, and anticipation. Every wolf she passed carried a glint of pride in their eyes, a reminder of how far they had come and what they had survived. Damien followed quietly, occasionally brushing a hand against her back or intertwining fingers with hers. “This i

However, it wasn’t pure gold; it shimmered with intertwining silver threads, like liquid moonlight coursing through the golden glow. Suddenly, my pup trembled violently, and an ancient, soul-stirring, and terrifying roar echoed. With the awakening complete, a golden paw emerged, sharp claws glinting. Then, a tiny werewolf head peeked out. “Mother!” The voice was small but clear, and two round, bright eyes stared directly at me. I flinched at the sudden call, and Kaeren appeared beside me as well. The little pup stretched, its golden fur patterned with sacred silver markings—the legendary emblem of the Primordial Lycan!

With each step she takes, the world shall tremble, As the forces of darkness and light assemble, But in her eyes, the spark of hope, To bridge the realms and help them cope. So heed the call of destiny's hand, For in her reign, all shall understand, That the werewolf princess, goddess reborn, Is the savior of worlds, from dusk to morn." My hand trembled as I brought it over to my mouth, the book had become empty once again. “W-what is this?! I must be hallucinating.” I muttered as I hurriedly placed the book back in its position and ran out of the library.