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I demanded, becoming irritated. For a few moments we sat in silence, in a staring competition. I glared at him and he finally gave in and sighed. “There are a few ways. The most common way is to remove an essential organ, such as by beheading or tearing out someone’s heart or lungs. Simply injuring the organ doesn’t work, as werewolves can just heal. But removing it completely is a guarantee for death. Another common way is poisoning by wolfsbane. Our pack sometimes shoots darts filled with wolfsbane at enemies to get it into their bodies quickly. But you can also die from eating it or if it’s pushed into an open wound.”

But this isn’t just a werewolf transformation—there’s something more, something darker. Black veins spread across her skin, pulsing like they were alive. Her eyes snap open, glowing with a deep, blood-red light, a mix of hunger and pain. Her scream turns into a snarl, and her body jerks violently as fur begins to sprout from her skin, dark and thick. Her bones crack and realign, her face elongating into a snarling wolf’s muzzle, yet there’s still something unmistakably human—and terrifyingly not.

The bones snapped easily. "They are too many!" one of the renegade werewolves shouted, stepping back. The leader of the Skull Clan raised his shotgun and fired into the air, drawing the wolves’ attention. "Come on, you mutts! Skeleton Bob wants some company!" Vlad watched everything from the window. His eyes were still red like fresh blood, glowing in the dim light. He waited, patient, almost serene, for his moment to strike. "They’re just testing the defenses," he murmured. "Dracula isn’t among them yet. He’s waiting for the right moment."

the columns crackled and with a loud noise scattered before the intruder. Alud, unmistakably understood who it was, seeing red burning eyes approaching in the darkness. It was a werewolf. He walked, pulsing with a reddish light. In one of his paws, the Lord of the Shadowfs was twitching in death convulsions, abundantly flowing with blue energy, only fear was read in his fading eyes. The powerful figure of a werewolf was illuminated by streams of energy. His skin, resembling small needles, shimmered with a metallic sheen. He threw the mangled body of the Shadowf Lord into the center of the hall. The dying shadow leader screeched with a thousand voices, his tattered body spewing abundantly wit

I sighted a young frail old man caught amid all the chaos looking scared and confused, I should be out there trying to help the weak but that will make the werewolves hunt me down, as werewolf I must not side with humans, if not I would be dead before tomorrow. A brown werewolf with golden eyes in his wolf form walked quietly behind the man and leaped, his mouth was wide open and the distance between his upper lip and lower lip is Almost equivalent to the distance from California to Antarctica, without mercy he grabbed the man by his head locking his jaws around the man's head and slowly broke his skull, the man screamed and hollered in pain and agony, my skin crawled and my blood boiled at

“No?” “They were warnings.” I continued because it was true. “To whom?” “To anyone stupid enough to come here.” He studies the skulls. “Looks like it worked but that's for people who feared anything. Cut them down!” He ordered. His men start collecting them anyway. Cutting them down, tossing them into crates like salvage. Humans use these bones as a means for money and killing werewolves has always been about greed, not to protect humans. My hands curl into fists but I say nothing. If I ppp a move to stop them, they might suspect me and I need to earn their trust before I can kill them.

Peggy cried, looking behind her and skidding to a halt. “They’re big boys, they know what they’re doing,” Eli said as they stopped running, too. “We have to go back. We have to-” Thump Thump Thump Peggy’s eyes widened in horror as she saw the shape shambling out of the trees. Thin, spindling limbs with desiccated skin clinging to bone and sinew. Dark, thick, rot seeped down its body, falling in rivulets down onto the floor. Goo dripped down its cheeks from empty eye sockets; its skull was partially exposed to fresh air. Peggy desperately searched its form for something recognisable. Instead, she saw a hole in its skull. Something crawled in there. She tried to take it all in, but even up the

Their features were generic and did not resemble the former Alpha or his long lineage of tyrants. Electra looked at the front of the plinth and expected to see the Dark Sky Pack crest. The circular shield, with a background of deep, velvety black. At the top of the crest, a silver crescent moon emerges from behind a cloud, casting a dim glow over a powerful and sleek werewolf with fur that was a mix of deep black and dark gray, blending with the night. On either side of the werewolf, towering pine trees stand with their branches reaching upward, creating a frame around the shield.

Don’t…’ Niru warned me and stopped me from moving forward. ‘What the hell, Niru!’ He shook his head. ‘That’s not…that’s…’ I moved closer to where the fighting had moved to and watched. There were five werewolves, two of which were wounded pretty bad. It was easy to pick out Skylar. Her hair was pulled up into a high ponytail but it was the same nearly white-blonde that Mom had. She was also the shortest out of the entire group. However, her eyes were completely black. The smile she had on her face was that of a monster playing with their food. My paws froze in the ground.

Thaila's Pov It was indeed a werewolf, but its skull was laying a few feet away from its body, half-hidden beneath frost. Its human shape was unmistakable but also wrong. The jaw was warped. The teeth were too long and sharper than natural. The bones, scraped and gnawed. My stomach tightened. “What happened here?” I asked quietly. Kael crouched beside the remains. His expression shifted into something unreadable. “Starvation,” he said.