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How the hell did that happen? Having no time to process these sudden unexpected mind link powers, I ran and jumped as high as I could muster, at the nearest tree. Clinging onto a branch with all my strength I managed to climb up on it before the rogue beneath me attempted to pull me down. Seconds later the rogue was shot dead by someone in the bushes opposite. I screamed in panic but then out jumped Ben and Daniel in their wolf forms along with a few of the warriors. Ben's wolf was beautiful, thick black fur and and he was extremely strong. Taking down the remaining rogues easily in a matter of seconds. We were finally safe but Ben was furious to say the least. They quickly changed back to

The Children of the Moon had somehow managed to block out the moon, robbing them of their greatest source of power. Without the moon, they were vulnerable - and the Children of the Moon knew it. And so they launched their attack, their ranks swarming into the valley like a pack of hungry wolves. Rorik and Lyra fought with everything they had, their bodies a blur of motion as they battled the invaders. But it was no use - there were simply too many of them. Just as it seemed that all hope was lost, however, something miraculous happened. The moon began to reappear, slowly but surely emerging from behind the clouds. As its light flooded the valley once more, Rorik and Lyra felt a surge of powe

There was no movement in the Bloody Moon. It seemed that the worst result had been shown. The two figures sighed at the same time, as if they were helpless and disappointed. Roar! However, that lava monster did not care about that at all. It roared furiously as it arrived. Then, it suddenly attacked again. It was determined to kill the golden-red body. In the face of its attack, not only did the golden-red body's reaction speed become noticeably slower, most importantly, even if it managed to react, it would still be unable to dodge.

Just a few sentences that made my blood run cold. "Found something. Father's base confirmed in Romania. Planning attack during next new moon." I pulled up the lunar calendar and felt my stomach drop. The new moon was in five days. "Why the new moon?" Vera asked, reading over my shoulder. "Lycan powers are weakest then," I said. "We can't shift as easily, our strength is reduced, our healing is slower." "He's timing the attack for when you're most vulnerable." "Yes. Which means we have five days to prepare for an assault on the compound when we'll be at our weakest."

All I know was that their weakness is cold iron. Iris is a moon wolf, meaning she gets her power from the blue fire in the tip of her tail. The cold iron stopped the fire from being lit up thus the fire on her tail died out. It sipped her strength and couldn’t able to produce fire Werewolves are always saying that their wolf's strengths are theirs as well, but that is not actually true. The animal you shift into has different strengths and weaknesses than you do, so you must refer to them as so.

It's certainly close to doomsday, Milla thought. She was holding a handgun with incendiary bullets. That was the kind of ammunition she needed in that fight. She wasn't fighting humans after all. There was no moon in the wide sky but there was light coming from a tall fire in the distance. The layers of Weak Bloods she had encountered earlier were on fire, waiting for their imminent death. There were also some people who were thrown there by the Weak Bloods like animals. She doesn't need light. Her kind could see perfectly well in the dark even though she wished it was a full moon. When the moon is full, the fight is easier for her because Weak Bloods are weak at that time.

With a promise of loyalty, he was serving till then. The Dark Moon Pack is known for its ferocious and aggressive nature. Every single member of the pack is intolerant of any sort of disloyalty. They are known for the merciless punishment that they give to every single traitor they find. "We have waited enough just by thinking to settle the matter without a war. Every single rogue will be killed after torturing them and every single person would go through the same pain who has ever helped a rogue." Leonard's one statement followed by his wolf's growl shook every single corner of the wood violently. The popping vein on his forehead and the bulging nerves made it clear that he won't stop unti

“Fifty years ago, I was the Silvermoon Clan’s sharpest blade. If I hadn’t defied the previous chieftain, I never would’ve ended up rotting away in the Frozen Forest.” He walked over to the boulder Eira had been punching, running his gnarled fingers over its rough surface. “Moonlight power is the softest force on the continent—and the most brutal,” he said, his voice turning sharp. “The array in your mother’s journal isn’t wrong. But you’re using it wrong. You’re treating it like Blackrock earth power, trying to crush your opponent with weight.” Tom turned to face her. “Moonlight isn’t for smashing. It’s for cutting.”

Damian stood behind me, his face a mask of Alpha arrogance. "What's wrong with them?" I dropped the runic chalk and stood. The legendary Blood Moon was coming, a once-in-a-century event. Without my wards, Damian’s pack wouldn't stand a chance. He might be an Alpha, but he and his pack were the weakest in the North. Half the time, they couldn't even fight off rogues, forced into one humiliating retreat after another. This core ward would shield the entire Silver Moon pack from the spirits. Every single rune was perfect.

A way for my pack to show off their female population. My eyes scanned the crowd but neither really saw through the mass of bodies nor heard far due to the music blaring from the speakers. The fairy lights covering the pillars and the railings were eye-catching but what stood at the spotlight was the moon. I might have forgotten it was a full moon night today. How magnificent it felt, to be under the moonlight that seeped through the clouds, falling on us from time to time. A male gestured me over, and despite my nerves, I approached him with a curtsy when I sensed the power coming from him. He smelt of gamma blood, a third in command or the warrior wolf.