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She continued to pack as she sang with the song “..Uh wimoweh ah what…in the jungle the mighty jungle the werewolf sleeps tonight…in the jungle the quiet jungle the werewolf sleeps tonight… AWWOOOO" she howled in between for effects …Near the village the peaceful village the werewolf sleeps tonight….Near the village the quiet village the werewolf sleeps tonight….AWWWOOOO….” She smiled and then did the tongue roll sound before howling again “Awooo…awooooo…..awoooooo…awwooo….Hush my darling. Don't fear my darling the werewolf sleeps tonight…hush my darling..don’t fear my darling the werewolf sleeps tonight…AWWWOOO…AWOOO….”

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and began to sing. Amid the mocking laughter of the crowd, under Fenris's icy stare, and through the tearing pain of my rejected mate bond, I sang the ancient song of blessing from my pack. For the she-wolf who had taken my place. My voice trembled, each note like swallowing shards of glass. The tartness of the wine mixed with the metallic tang of blood rising in my throat. The pain from the bond was so intense I could barely continue. "Enough," Fenris finally said after what felt like an eternity.

The song Corbin sag depicted the tale of the love between a wolf and the moon. Everyone was entranced by his beautiful voice that told them of the forbidden love. Never in their wildest imaginations did they think something so beautiful existed, how werewolves came to be and how the very first wolf fought a bear trying to protect its pack only to be injured so badly and just as it thought it died it awoke the next night healed. Tears fell from many of the pack members’ eyes and glistened in the moonlight. Some even looked up to the moon that shone down on them and smiled. Their Moon Goddess was truly something out of this world.

It was a storm-song, raw and powerful and alive. I didn't call the moon. But for a moment, under the direct, unfiltered output of a paradox’s heart, the very starlight above seemed to brighten, to pulse in time with the ragged, beautiful noise I was making. When I finished, the clearing was utterly silent. The ash-grey wolf was trembling. Karn stared at me, his hostility now mixed with a kind of awestruck, furious confusion. It wasn't the song of his ancestors. But it was a song. And it had touched the sky.

“She loved this pack enough to die for it. I failed her. But I will love her… beyond every dawn.” He closed his eyes. And sang. The lullaby echoed through the garden. Soft at first. Then stronger. Voices joined him—first a few, then dozens, then all. A thousand wolves howled the melody into the sky. A harmony of grief, gratitude, and promise. Sophie’s lullaby became the pack’s anthem. A unity forged not through dominance—but through memory. As the sun broke over the eastern ridge, Dylan whispered his final vow: “I will sing for you until the day I fall… and even then, I’ll howl from the wind.”

he says one hand going toward my face, touching my cheek, my eyes closed, my heart did a big skip. “I’m not thinking of anyone,” I lied, maybe I was, I’m not sure who I’m thinking of or not, maybe I am, but my head was all over the place. “Liar, you see Stella, I’m your wolf, you hold my soul, right here,” he says pointing to my heart, touching the point that hurts so badly. “Yeah, I’m holding it, I’m taking good care of it,” I say but I didn’t feel like I’m doing a great job holding his soul, I feel like I’m doing a terrible job.

Every motion, every glance, reflected anticipation. Music filled the air, a complex tapestry of drumming, flutes, and stringed instruments. The rhythm was steady, strong, and alive, echoing the heartbeat of the pack itself. Some of the younger wolves danced with uncoordinated spins and leaps, their bright yips punctuating the music, while the older ones guided them, shaping their movements into a semblance of ceremonial grace. Selene watched, her wolf stirring beneath her skin, coiling with quiet excitement at the sight.

If anyone was to enter the pack land with their eyes blindfolded, the person could have never guessed that the area was filled with thousands of wolves, vampires, dragons, fairies, elves, witches, shifters, hybrids and what not. Pin drop silence prevailed as only the harmonies of the instruments reverberated in the entire pack land and every person stood spellbound even before the first line of the song had begun ! Jax looked at his mate lovingly from above and smiled before wrapping his long, perfectly shaped fingers on the mike and closed his eyes gently as he sung the first line of the song with sincere and raw emotion, straight from his heart ! The song was “Trouble I’m In” by Twinbed !

Then, one by one, they began to sing, a haunting melody that spoke of loss, pain, and the unbreakable bond of the pack. As they sang, the werewolves swayed gently back and forth, their voices rising and falling in a mournful chorus. They sang of the fallen warrior, relishing in the pain of his loss, but also of the ones they hadn't found, the ones who were lost or missing.

"You don't seem to me as a deaf person, so I suppose that you must have heard when I told you that the person you're requesting of is my slave… except if you're requesting for another Hillary, and not Hillary Hunter." "Well, I've heard from my sources that you've taken her as your slave and I'm not going to be unreasonable about this. So, I'm here to make you an offer." I smiled, regardless of the loud thumping of my heart. "I'm all ears, Mr. Alpha." "For nearly nighteen years, my pack have been resisting your rule. We consist of almost three hundred healthy werewolves and we are highly resourceful." "So what is the offer?" I asked impatiently.