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Until now, he couldn't even move a single finger. He raised his sad eyes, looking at the moonlight outside the window. Suddenly, Adam's body shook violently. Today is another full moon night. His body is extremely sensitive to moonlight. If it was a normal time, the people in the village would absolutely not let him see the moonlight so easily. But a few days ago, he heard someone talking in the village. They say that the witches have come to the village. They are werewolf hunters, extremely skilled hunters. Of course, for Adam, this must have been a nightmare.

They were confident and composed, while I was a jittery mess, trying to remember everything I had learned in the past few days. One girl was asked, "Who was the first werewolf to ever exist?" She answered, "Lycaon, the son of Pelasgus, the king of Arcadia." Her answer was met with nods of approval from the council and the other competitors. Another girl was asked, "What are the three forms that werewolves can take?" She confidently answered, "The human form, the wolf form, and the hybrid form." The council nodded in agreement, and I could feel my stomach churning with nerves.

They had been givin a bad reputation of being murderous beast, thanks to the humans who told such horrible lies. These werewolves were the descendants of the moon. A better way of explaining it would be that the moon was their own version of God. She was the one who created the werewolf breed herself. She was or is the Moon Goddess. It was said that she gave them a very special gift, the ability to feel or sense who their true mate is. Its called the mate bond which is avery strong feeling that either one would beable to feel when they are close to one another. Like what a soul mate would be for humans. The wolf people had many tribes or packs, as they were called. Each pack would have a mal

Zeno said a little louder while hiding his wife behind him. "We have something to say, Zen." "Yes, the werewolf squad wants to join us," said another. Werewolves or werewolves are warm-blooded creatures with ambition. Their relationship with the Lycan nation is good, but not worthy of being called an ally. They are also as ferocious as the lycans when they attack. It looks like it would be great for allying.

Alex opened his eyes, even though it was only lit by the light from the moon coming in through my bedroom window I could still see the color of his eyes. "What are they doing?" "Ah ... Werewolves are creatures that need a pack, just like a pack. And sometimes not having a pack can make the werewolf a little frustrated to the point of going crazy, rogues often attack pack members, even injure them. They are dangerous, Cara. Sometimes they even form herd of fellow rogues to attack the pack." Alex yawned as he finished explaining it to me, his face looking very tired. "Oh ... " I replied while yawning, "I have to go to school tomorrow, I guess I should continue my sleep."

"Wolves in North America fall into the jurisdiction of the CanUS Council. It's a play on the fact that gray wolves are Canis lupus as well as identifies that it's Canadian/United States Council. The Council governs all the werewolves here. There are rules to this new life, which you aren't in any danger of violating, so they can wait until tomorrow. "In addition to being allied with CanUS, you're also now an employee of CanUS Research and Development. I have some forms you'll need to sign, but you've already been added to the company roster and payroll. CanUS R&D is a simple way for the Council to keep tabs on all of us and to provide all werewolves gainful employment. I use that term loosel

Her mixed-race identity made it difficult for her to obtain an ID in the human world, so she had to use her werewolf ID, and she didn't expect that her company would check her family background so strictly. Of course, in the werewolf world, she will be connected again with Leroy, because every time a wolf child is born, he or she will be automatically registered in the government administration of the werewolf world, linked directly to the names of their parents and their pack. Sarena really hates this fact because of its binding nature. "I don't understand, Alpha Leroy. You have always been something that has caused my life to be in trouble, both past and present. You are very troublesome,

And I’ll have to ask Aldrich if he's willing to offer his blood. After our discussion about how the first Cursed Ones gained entry into Altair, I’m convinced that Werewolves are magical beings as well. If I’m successful in carrying out the ritual, it will prove once and for all that the shapeshifting ability of the Werewolves is indeed a form of magic, and they very much deserve to live in Altair like all other magical beings.

My injured hand couldn't grip things well, but my Alpha strength was still there. CRACK. The cheap lock broke, sending wood splinters flying. The drawer slid open. It was empty, except for a single manila folder. The flap wasn't sealed. The edges were yellowed with age. Somehow, I picked it up. The moment my fingers touched the paper, my heart started pounding erratically. I pulled out the document inside. It was an Application for Mate Marking Registration. The most sacred legal document in werewolf society. Once signed by both parties and the marking was completed under a full moon, it would be recorded in the pack's history, protected by werewolf law.

What I read next made no sense to me at all. SUBJECT: Fenrir This part made sense. “Heightened regenerative ability,” I muttered under my breath, reading out the words on the screen of my laptop, “extreme aggression under lunar influence. Genetic markers consistent with_” My eyes stopped. Lycanthropy? A small chuckle slipped past my lips. “That’s not funny,” I muttered under my breath. Werewolves aren’t real. They are myths, stories told to scare children or entertain bored adults. So what the fuck is this?