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****Amira***** I decided to tell the kids stories, I told them about the werewolves that lives in the woods. I told them how the werewolves would come out at night, and how they would howl at the moon. I described them as being large, powerful creatures with sharp teeth and glowing eyes. The children were enthralled by the story, and they huddled close together, eyes wide. I didn’t want to completely tell the kids that their was father is a werewolf, I was gradually preparing their minds for it..

Steph took a seat beside me, and we delved into a deep conversation about werewolf legends and historical accounts of similar creatures. I shared my findings from the journal, and Dr. Steph listened intently, her expression thoughtful. "It seems there might be some truth to these stories,” she said, her eyes narrowing in contemplation. "The werewolf myth spans across different cultures and periods. There must be some basis for these tales." "Do you think we are dealing with a werewolf here?" I asked, eager to hear her view on the matter.

“Julie, you good? You spaced out again.” “I’m fine,” I lied. “Just tired.” “And I’m a vegan.” Lyra snorted. “You’re still having trauma flashbacks don’t deny it.” I would’ve argued, but a loud BOOM echoed through the building. Then shouting. Then crying. Lyra and I exchanged a look. “Oh, come on,” she sighed. “We literally just got out of class.” We rushed to the lower hallway, and immediately saw it, a first-year werewolf pinned to the wall by black, writhing shadows.

"To be able to bring meaningful change, I need to understand all sides of the issue. Right now, I only know the narrative propagated by us… by my side." I can tell he wasn't expecting that. His dark brows shoot up his forehead in surprise. The surprise is gradually replaced by respect. Knowing he respects me makes me giddy with happiness and gives me the courage I need to have this difficult conversation. He shrugs, and starts telling the story that's been passed down from generation to generation in his pack. "You already know that Werewolves aren't native Altairian inhabitants." I nod. "We have always been told the Cursed Ones… sorry… the Werewolves gained entry into Altair by deceitful me

’ He sniffled. ‘Maybe I can find a way to fix that, too,’ I muttered, scanning the pages of an ancient, dusty book I’d found buried in Moon Chasm’s library. I didn’t find anything. There were old fairy tales, so old they barely seemed recognisable anymore, that spoke of affronted gods casting down their children and making the first wolves. Some were classic tales, like the one about three pups going too near a river and being turned into toads to save them from drowning; others were cautionary tales, warning young wolves away from humans and forbidding any sort of romances between us and them – all in a fun, rhyming sort of way, of course.

I believed my ancestors were good werewolves, and believed they would not make up stories to deceive their own descendants. Werewolves had a much longer lifespan than humans. There were werewolves that lived up to several hundred years. Although the war between the packs of the past caused many werewolves to die and it was difficult to find a werewolf over a hundred years old still alive, I would definitely find one.

For the past three months, he has been trying his best to cheer me up in one way or the other. Even with his tight and heavy schedule, he always finds time to visit me two or more times a day. Though we'd kissed numerous times, I make sure not to keep up to that strange and unknown feeling that disturbs me. I returned to the table and sat down on the chair in front of it. I switched on the lamp so I could continue from where I stopped where I was reading. I smiled as my gaze landed on the paragraph where I stopped in such an interesting story. It's a werewolf story titled The Alpha's Revenge written by mystic writes. It's available in Goodnovel alone.

The vivid descriptions of the werewolf's transformation during the full moon had ignited a flicker of unease within me. I couldn't help but wonder about the tales of uncontrollable savagery, where the werewolf would become a menacing force, driven by a bloodlust that knew no bounds. With a tremor in my voice, I posed my question to Freda. "Freda, during the full moon, is it true that werewolves can become menacing creatures, driven to kill without reason or control? Are those stories of uncontrollable savagery based in truth?" Freda met my gaze, her eyes filled with understanding. She recognized the weight of my question, the genuine curiosity tinged with a trace of apprehension.

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If he succeeded, he would be unstoppable… … but he didn’t, because in her reality in Fairbanks, Vak Smallchief is still known as the first werewolf in history and the only werewolf ancestor who receives 7 salutation howls on the nights of the Full Moon Feasts. Where did that leave Nikjin? “You are a beautiful sight to behold in wasteland such as this,” he said, appearing in front of her like an apparition.