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“And you think she’ll handle it well if we just straight up tell her that she’s a werewolf the moment she comes home?” Valerie drinks from the can before replying, “you got a point. She noticed her friends have been away lately. And just like her friends, I’m not really one to keep my mouth shut so I tend to avoid her to not spill anything.” “Alright. Use your blabbermouth to reveal it then.” “Are you stupid? We have to set the mood!” “How do we do that? Buy ice cream and then watch a movie?” “Can we get cookies and cream?”

he teased with a smile, but I rolled my eyes playfully. “It’s better to hear everything from a werewolf. I mean, hearing it from the werewolf personally beats the information I can find on G****e. Unless, werewolves have a personal g****e page where they put every information about themselves.” “Like a Wikipedia page for werewolves?” he asked to be sure, and when I nodded, both of us burst into laughter. “Why would a werewolf dig their own grave by putting it all on social media? That’s so stupid,” he mumbled.

"I recall that our pack has a video section on the website. Put my apology video up indefinitely until we get word about Seraphina." The gesture was no less than crucifying himself along with the pack. Despite finding the whole thing too much, Theodore knew better than to object. Kaden continued, still thinking the effort wasn't enough, "By the way, we can buy advertising space on social media, right? Secure those spaces and front-page covers both locally and abroad. If anyone knows anything about her, they can contact me. Oh, include my personal number as well." A common missing she-wolf report created a massive public uproar due to Seraphina's identity and the story behind it.

My touch and voice brought him back to his senses, and he pulled me into his arms, burying his face in the crook of my neck to calm himself down. “We are okay…” I said in a soothing whisper and caressed his back. “That video will help us…” Meanwhile, Marie was watching us with a faint smile, but then she turned serious. “Princess Arabella, the news of you framing Abi has become a hot topic in the werewolf community,” she said anxiously before taking her phone back, opening the werewolf community social media, and passing it back to me with Max still holding me in his arms. I took her phone and read the news. The comments below that piece of news were all very harsh.

Hart watched her work for a moment, then pulled out his phone and made a call he’d been avoiding. “Lewis,” Hart said when his best friend answered. “I need a favor.” “Anything,” Lewis said immediately. “Are you okay? The news is showing werewolf territories burning, they’re saying hundreds are dead.” “Not hundreds yet, but it’s bad,” Hart admitted. “I need you to reach out to your journalism contacts, the ones who might actually care about truth instead of just ratings. We need to tell the human side of this story, show that werewolves aren’t monsters.”

Billy was shaking with anticipation as the screen popped to life. The ad had us all staring in shock. It was directed to werewolves. 'Werewolves, need protection from the new spells that are out there? Tired of having the skin melted off your pack? Invest now in these protection spells. Need only be drunk by your pack once a day. Each protection spell sold separately, buy today.'

After turning off the light, I lay down with my back to the werewolf burrito. I clutched my communication crystal, anxiously tapping the seller's icon. This was a matter of life and death. Me: Urgent! I think my werewolf is about to explode. He's hot as a furnace, he seems delirious, and he keeps growling. Did I do something wrong? [Seller: Dear witch, if you have any questions regarding the care of your werewolf, please consult the Werewolf Domestication Guide included with your order.]

Adolf announced, and everyone immediately followed him with their eyes. Stoic nodded then offered his hand to him. “This is a handshake of a man doing an agreement.” “I’m a werewolf.” Adolf muttered and I just slap my forehead because he couldn’t understand it. “Just…shake my hand.” Stoic sighed. Adolf still look dumbfounded but I nudge him on his back, telling him to just take the agreement.

That I am a 500 years old werewolf who is actually her mate and searching for her for all these years? "She won't believe you. You have to make her fall in love with you." Sofie said, reading my mind. Sofie is a witch and a good friend of mine who I met only 20 years ago. "I have a plan. Contact her and ask her to plan an elite party for all the business people. She will be here. I will talk to her and befriend her." I told Sofie who was also impressed with my idea but after all the agreement about the party planning was made I realized she will be busy in preparing the party and won't even look at me or anyone else.

Jacob Boris stared dejectedly at his pack members, all gathered in a circle around him. He knew all their individual stories: from the college student who was Bitten by a rabid changeling, to the young 14-year old who found herself in the dead of night among a gang of werewolves. Hs knew all their stories, had to listen to each and every werewolf in his pack tell the story of how they were changed the moment they joined his pack . It was one of his many roles as an Alpha, his many, challenging, tiring roles.