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Madam Amelia seemed to know this as she nodded her head at me. “Now what? You can’t break your vow. What will you do? You can’t have a Wolf Rider running around Astoria.” There it was. She knew what her daughter was. The half human part of it was the least of it. The fact that she was a Rider—a creature that could control a werewolf with a simple command. A creature that ruined my family's life. A creature, who must be destroyed before it gains power. There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria.

Claire, Kathryn, Violet, Gold, and Crystal first appeared spaced out before their enemies, then an army of tormented and haunted whispers appeared behind them, and Rose materialized before her party. The Baron, a slim man with deadly yellow eyes, saw her, and shivered. He tried to vanish, but the air rejected his request, for Violet held him still. The sea raged against his party and began to pick them off, and fire fell amongst their midst, burning the men to cinders, but leaving the whispers to bask in the warmth of the flame. A blizzard came from Claire, and the ground shook. Whispers rushed past Rose, running to the army of the Baron, and engaging them in a productive battle that saw to

🐾 Luna Pernwél They had cut off the powersource at the base of the mountain and we had only the candlelight to guide us. My eyesight had changed because of my wolf's nature and seeing in the dark was no longer an obstacle to me. Everyone’s eyes glowed around me, adapting to the darkness. “Every pack member, go to your places!” Jake bellowed through the tent. “Non-warriors, return home and close the doors and windows.” He motioned towards the mothers and children, while the female warriors ushered them to their houses in an organised way.

With their men's hiding in the White Wolf lair, the access of information was very easy. "One White Wolf's soldiers group consisted of five members. 3 boys, 1 girls and 1 gay." Jason caught Alexander attention as he raised his head and looked at him. His eyes were sparkling with amusement at what he heard. This news was very rare to be heard of among the White Wolf's Clan.

Boom Ahead, a statue three times the size of a human head leapt from its stand beside the path, blocking Lily and Elias' roads. Lily shouted, "Ah..." "Shh, calm down, don't raise your voice." Elias had previously encountered one as a child. At that time, he was so busy playing that he forgot his father's instructions, ran over there in the middle of the night. This wolf scratched his right arm, and now still has a scar. Fortunately, the king appeared out of nowhere, raised his staff, and they immediately turned back into stone statues. “Elias, what do we do now?” Lily stood behind Elias, tugging at his shirt and asked worriedly.

The tidal wave of shock was quickly followed by anger before a maelstrom of confusion, grief, disbelief and rage cut through the pack bond like a punch to the chest. Chloe felt like the air had been knocked from her lungs and it took everything she had not to be dragged down by the riptide. Hecate’s hold on their body released like a rope snapping under pressure and Chloe was quick to take the reins and shift into her human form. She ignored the biting wind on her naked flesh as her blue eyes focusing on the scene below them. Around her, wolves shifted into humans as everyone let Emily’s words sink in.

The pup who happens to be my daughter’s mate, unfortunately, spoke as he held up his fingers. “Spit it,” I growled and felt the fur on my arms rise when Mera placed her soft hand on my arm and squeezed it. Mera turned to Hunter. “Go on,” she smiled, making my wolf growl. My mate shot me a pointed look and I hung my head. I hear Hunter steady his breath before he exhales loudly. “Your daughter is the white dragon from the prophecy,” he said and I looked up at him so fast, ready to burst into laughter.

Oscar. Two weeks passed, and no one attacked us. The pack members were agitated, and some of them were angry that I had brought a Hunter descendant to the settlement. They were protesting and asking me to send her back to the city. I didn't know who put them up to it, but the rebellion had gained traction. I had punished so many wolves that I had lost count. I had even cast out a few, but that didn't deter them from continuing. They did not want a Hunter as their luna.

It reminded me of how Chris looked at me and made me smile. "Your book of what? Never mind. White wolves are the absence of color because they absorb all wolves. They are fierce protectors, sometimes too fierce. White wolves see no laws or rules when it comes to those they love. When Nate said he would kill all the goddess's children if she harmed his family, he meant it with every fiber of his being. You must feel the same pull to protect above all reason as your mostly white too?" "Fuck me! You're right. He has always been homicidally overprotective. Like the fucking devil himself scary kind of way."