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I instantly replied. "I see." Rosh replied. "Do werewolves have religion?" I asked because I was curious. "We believe in the moon goddess."Rosh replied. "Ahh, but you know about Christmas Holidays?" I asked. "Of course, we know about Christmas, remember we have staff that are humans." Rosh replied. "How about we organised a Christmas Party in the villa. We can celebrate it to ease our recent problems." I suggest. "Hhmmm, good idea, I guess the staffs will like it." Rosh replied.

As soon as I step outside, I see why my waitress was certain I was a wolfbagger. A large advertisement with a werewolf model on it is plastered on a shiny new building across the street—another werewolf pairing agency offering true love at a price. I sadly read the bold, eye-catching print, "Looking for your happily ever after? You might just be a werewolf's, fated mate. Apply inside."

Immediately I drew nearer to them, I perceived that odour, the Wolf's odour, the guests are wolves. "Why are we having wolves here??" I required. "Wolves??????" Mr Agent asked confusedly, I nodded my head at him. "Here!" Mrs Johnson stretched out a paper to Mr Agent and I, I collected it from her and read it loudly. "Hello Mrs Johnson, we are the camp you sent the letter to, we are in Los-Angeles. You see, for you to conquer a wolf, you have to use a wolf and then if you want to conquer a very powerful wolf like Alpha Victor, you will have to use wolves to guarantee your success. So that's why we send to you wolves and not human but they can still be your friends. And well, we didn't need yo

“A quite difficult one.” "Well, what do you think about the werewolves' pack?” he asked, eyes steadily fixed on me. “It’s different." "Different? What exactly is different about it?” he asked and leaned forward towards my direction. I inhaled terribly. Adrain was asking many questions, and for any reason, I wouldn’t want him to know I have a clue of what the werewolves' pack looked like. I spent most of my free days while I was young reading and researching about werewolves and their packs and what it seemed like to be one.

A bruise was already blooming along her cheekbone where Lira’s fist had grazed her. He took her injured arm in careful hands. “Hold still.” He leaned in and, without warning, licked the wounds. Elara gasped. The contact was warm, wet, strangely intimate. She felt the faint rasp of his tongue, then something else, warmth spreading, tingling, numbing the worst of the pain. “What are you...” “Werewolf saliva,” he murmured against her skin. “Heals faster than anything human. Especially for mates.” He continued, slow, deliberate strokes of his tongue along each cut. The bleeding slowed. The edges began to knit together before her eyes.

"Too bad my crystal doesn't possess a single bar of cell signal up here. The moment we return to a territory tower, I will. I guess that picture will serve as my official blood announcement to the entire werewolf world?" "It definitely can be." "Wait, does the Supreme Pack Director actually possess personal social media?" he asks, highly amused. "What elder millennial wolf doesn't?" He snickers softly. "Are you currently following my feed?" My grin doesn't falter for a single second. "I only follow the corporate Dominion account, Ryker, and Soraya. However, my wolf will rectify that mistake right now." I pull my own crystal device from my leather pocket. "No service on mine either. Damn." I

Rosette put a hand on his shoulder to lead him into the room as the door shut behind them, her touch a gesture of reassurance. The boy was beyond nervous, and being surrounded by the pack's elders seemed to make it worse, his anxiety a palpable presence in the room. He typed a series of clicks into the computer as Kyle hooked the computer up to show on the room's projection screen, his movements a mix of nervousness and determination. Billy was shaking with anticipation as the screen popped to life, his excitement a tangible energy. The ad had them all staring in shock. It was directed to werewolves, its message a blatant attempt to exploit their vulnerabilities.

Instead, it brought a new level of understanding, compassion, and strength to their community. With the support of the pack, Andrea, Jax, and Rachel embarked on a journey of discovery. They sought to redefine the boundaries of love within their werewolf society, challenging long-held beliefs and prejudices. They organized gatherings, where werewolves from different packs came together to share their experiences and perspectives on love and relationships. These gatherings became a catalyst for change, fostering understanding and unity among the supernatural community.

Like a vitamin! I glanced at Charles. That light was still in his eyes and he looked just as amused as earlier. "Why are you amused? This is exactly the kind of negative public perception Moonlight Phoenix and Wolfe Medical don't need!" He chuckled. "Keep watching, Grace. Just... listen." The news segment continued, showcasing a string of increasingly outlandish claims. Werewolves supposedly growing extra limbs, their fur turning neon green, their minds being taken over by government mind-control devices – the list went on, each piece of misinformation more ludicrous than the last.

"For someone who has found her mate, this shouldn't be her mood" Becca uttered with a smile on her face. Emily raised her head and looked at her with a "how did you know" Eyes. Becca gave her a "are you kidding me" look and raised her phone to her face. "Oh" used Emily to respond then she relaxed on the chair arm again. The werewolf community has a group chat where all new updates are posted which was created by the council - a group of elder wolves.