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Ever since she'd seen the news about the release of Wolf in her New Reviews magazine, she'd had a feeling in her gut this was where she needed to look. Jamie had credited a lot of her information to a book titled Legends of the Werewolf. Lia had read and reread the notes her great-grandmother had handed to her in those last sad moments. Notes that told about generations past that came here from Romania and grew the pack. This had to be the book. Legends of the Werewolf. Surely there couldn't be two books with the exact same title.

I followed behind knowing very well the enemies were just a step away and probably our death as well. "Well, well well welcome to your fate of doom love birds. Today we witness the death of Kyson and his lover!" I felt weak hearing him freely announcing the death of my woman. No man this time you've got it wrong. I stepped forward and Cade did the same. I could feel myself surging with power. Merging all my elements. Fire, wind, ice, lightning all coming out. My nails adjusted to a centimetre and my eyes became red and my voice sounding in form of a roar. My fangs were exposed, itching to bite in some flesh. I felt energy and my control was slowly fading. I moved with great speed and lunged

Young werewolves do not feel the wolves of their initiated relatives, while their wolves, while still in isolation, feel only the wolves around, not noticing human beings. Stanislav was silent for a while, which I took advantage of, turning to my wolf with a question, did she really feel them? Even before the exile? The beast sighed in response, nodding her head. An image of a big black wolf surfaced in my head, whose name, like the name of its human component, was forever imprinted in our hearts with the she-wolf. Sapphire and Arthur.

Ysolde rose and crossed to the bedside table and picked up the small leather book of pack-songs from where she had set it the previous afternoon, and she sat back down in the chair by the window and opened the book to the small careful place she had marked with a thin grey ribbon, and she began to read. She read in the small soft voice she used for reading. The pack-song was an old one in the Lycan tongue Elowen had learned as a child at her father's house, and the small old words were the small old words of every western Lycan child who had ever been put to bed by a nurse who knew the song. The small grey wolf in the song went out into the snow at the full moon to find a child who had wande

She stood up and slammed her desk, making a loud thud. "Yes, Ms. Eros... do you have something to say?" Ethan looked at her confusedly "I beg to disagree, sir!" she exclaimed. "Do you have proof that werewolves are eating human hearts? Have you seen it with your own eyes?" "No." Ethan simply said. "Then why are you telling us that?" She sounded very aggravated. He shrugged at her, giving her an innocent look as he pointed out the book in his hand. "Because it is written in this book," Ethan said a matter-of-factly as he pointed out the book he was currently holding in his hand.

Emily's heart quickened as she realized she was in the presence of a revered elder, a keeper of ancient knowledge. The elder's voice was a melodic whisper that seemed to echo through the depths of Emily's soul. They spoke of the prophecies that foretold the coming of a chosen one, a bridge between worlds that possessed the power to reshape the destiny of both humans and werewolves. With bated breath, Emily listened intently as the elder unraveled the tapestry of history, recounting legends of ancient battles, forbidden romances, and the delicate balance between light and darkness. It was a tale of love and sacrifice, of the choices that defined the fate of their kind.

I hoped that my eyes were playing a serious prank on me I turned backwards and there was no longer a dog, but a man, I tripped and fell to the ground, while he stood just at my foot, and stared deeply into my eyes I stared back at him, with a shaky body Fear was painted all over my face, when I realized that, he had same grey eyes as the dog, Oh no! He is the wolf! No, it can't be…werewolves aren't real' I said to myself 'They're Fictional, they aren't real'

Werewolves are able to detect pregnancy by hearing a second heartbeat along with the mother. Lucas stood before me, his gaze a tumult of emotions that mirrored the storm raging within his breast, I felt the weight of his unspoken plea hang heavy in the air, a silent supplication that sought to breach the walls I had erected around my heart. "Please, Ro," he implored, his voice a plaintive whisper that reverberated with the raw intensity of his desperation. "Just hear me out, just this once. I'll leave you alone after this, I promise."

So the birds chirped again and the people chatted. Time was moving once more, while it felt like my whole world had frozen up, leaving me with a cold shiver down my spine that refused to leave. “Come on Lover-wolves, it’s time for the first run with the pack and the Luna”, Freya said in an excited tone that I wished I could adopt. She started pushing us to the edge of the woods where two robes were being held by an omega. One being a light grey and the other a darker grey. Lucian grabbed onto the lighter one and passed it on to me. I took hold of it and that charming smile lined his lips again, making my heart stop before it pounded in my throat.

My heart begins to beat on a fast pace, thrumming in my ears. “ Yes. First thing you have to learn is to control your emotions under all circumstances. Then, you have to learn to keep your…uhmmm… ” Wolf gets distracted and stops himself. “ Hmmm…” I hum, finding myself equally distracted like him. “ And then you have to learn to keep your heartbeat normal. ” Wolf finishes. My mind snaps back to reality as my eyes turn wide. His lips twitch and my eyes burn with anger. “ I can hear it… ” He trails off, his eyes moving away from mine. “ Actually…all werewolves can. They can hear heartbeats and the werewolves with higher ranks can even detect emotions. ”