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Dirty's eyes were wide, he didn't say anything. "Did my wolf's fantasy shock you?" I asked, cocking my head to the side. My wolf was prancing around, thrilled at having me tell Dirty what she wanted to do. "Yes. You're bloodthirsty and your wolf is vicious. I've never heard of a female wolf being like that." "Be glad those bars are protecting you." I growled and turned to leave. I had confronted the rogues. All of them from the cabin were in custody. I think I will sleep easier knowing they are all in the jail. 'I feel better too.' my wolf said.

But the strange thing was that the wound quickly returned to normal as if it had never happened. "Who are you?" Selina couldn't help but ask. Wolfgang did not answer Selina's question but asked in return. "So, who are you?" He wiped the blood on the knife and folded it neatly into his pocket. “When you tell me your identity, I will tell you who I am.” Selina knew that if she didn't answer Wolfgang's question today, he would not let her leave. “Yes, I am not human. I'm Wolf." Wolfgang wasn't too surprised by Selina's answer. Because from the moment she saw him cut into the flesh, he knew his thoughts were not wrong. If it were an average human, the response would be to scream or run away, rat

Although she was my best friend, someone who understood me and had been with me through many difficulties, I couldn't take risks. If I hadn't been able to share this photo with any of my friends, I would share it with Alpha King. At least we had something in common. Alpha King might not say much, but he would definitely compliment me on my good photography. Thinking of that, I unintentionally smiled, so I immediately sent that picture to Alpha King. Alpha King didn't answer me right away. Maybe he was busy with something so I put my phone away and continued walking. Suddenly when I was not paying attention, a werewolf lunged at me. It was a beautiful young girl. The two warriors quickly appr

“You must not bring the Luna!! You will not make it to the temple.” “Holy fucking shit!” Rome says. We all look out the window and see black plumes of smoke billowing from the trees beyond. Bodies clash at each other as blood flies and the deafening screams break through even the confines of the closed-up vehicle we are in. “Too late, we are here,” I tell Edgar. My eyes lock on a young werewolf sobbing as he clings to a woman. Laney’s hand is over her mouth in shock.

I went to my music player and put on my favorite music by Maria Carey, which was titled Hero. Heaving a deep breath, I thought of my life as the song played in my ears. My life was no bed of roses. After the death of my mother, dad became devastated and went into drinking, thereby losing himself and everything he had worked for. I went to stay with my aunt in San Francisco, but never felt at home due to the way humans were being treated there. The city of San Francisco is popularly known as the city of the werewolves because the werewolves occupy 96 percent of the town. The werewolves govern the city, and cities that are being ruled by the werewolves are known as the most prosperous and weal

The atmosphere was filled with warmth and love, creating a sense of belonging for Adriana that she had never felt before After dinner, they gathered in the living room. Samantha, brimming with energy, suggested playing a board game. "Daddy, can we play 'Werewolf Hunt'? Adriana can be the werewolf!" Samantha exclaimed as he jumped up and down waiting for his answer. Adriana laughed, enjoying her happy mood, "Sure, I can be the werewolf. But only if you promise not to be too scared." Samantha nodded enthusiastically, and soon they were immersed in the game, with Alpha Carmen moderating the playful chaos. The living room echoed with laughter and the occasional howl, adding to the joyous atmosph

he replies with an elated tone, splashing some cold water into my face. “Aaaaah,” I shriek, jumping back, hitting the sink with my butt. He laughs hard, and I momentarily relax, joining in his laughing. As the shower starts running, we drop the act. “What do you think?” I ask. “Well, for starters, this is a werewolf pack’s territory for sure,” Jason motions for me to get in the shower and turns his back to me. “The Greyback pack territory we visited had no remains of any buildings. It was possibly magically moved. The Howler’s Pack territory had bombed and burned down buildings. This pack was neither bombed nor moved. There are no signs of fighting or bullet marks on the buildings. Still, I

Everything moved in slow motion as Xenia tried to focus on the scene before her. One moment she felt pure ecstasy; the next, a giant ass werewolf crashed through her window, lunging straight toward Cristobal. Her first thought was Illipio since he didn't like Cristobal much, but this werewolf was too big, and the fur was pure black with a white patch and red eyes. Those eyes, she thought. They look familiar. She watched as Cristobal quickly evaded the werewolf and rolled out of the way into the hall.

And while I saw versions of the fabled Werewolf capital in movies as a kid, it isn’t the same as experiencing it in real life. Crescent City is a city, yes, but Moon River is a metropolis. Almost everyone here is a werewolf and the city is so big that it has not just one but five major packs: Bloodbane, Steel Fang, Crystal Claw, Goddess Valley, and, of course, Moon River. Sly does his best to explain this big city to my small country self while we stand in the train station with our luggage.