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Anything to make me stop feeling like an outsider. Like a lone wolf… During my longer free periods and after school, I would head over and help sell books to raise money for the community. For the most part, it has been helping with the distraction, and it was enjoyable to see all the different books they sell. There were, of course, books that I would expect to see, books that I suppose the people of the pack would refer to as being from the “human world”, from outside the pack, where none of them have been, for their protection and sanctuary. The majority of the other books were books of werewolves, written by werewolves for werewolves. The usual genres one would expect to find at a book f

Giving Alec a hard, deadly gaze that could kill. "What if you give me the wolves today, we'll make ten spellbooks and dozens of gold bars and silver, and I’ll buy you dinner?" Long clean fingertips skimmed the inside of her arm and the sound of his rasping tone seemed to make all three of the wolves rumble with low and intimidating growls. I feel the same way, my loves. Pearl thought. Fool. What a low-balling asshole.

Gray still asks for a bazooka, - I added, winking at Nikita. - Went to war on the city? Yana laughed. - Would you like to join? I asked dismissively. Weapons are weapons, but I also needed fighters. The she-wolf with her guys was a strong player with her own autonomy for the arms business and, having lured her to her side (of course, on favorable terms), only Ibragimov remained on the list of my competitors for the place of the mistress of the city. At least those competitors who were real.

But instead of old stories from my grandmother’s life, the pages were scrawled with strange symbols and sketches—shorthand in her handwriting explaining the purpose of different runes and sigils. Flipping through the pages, there were sketches of wolves, and the last page that she’d written in had a detailed rendition of a nightmarish wolf-beast that made my blood run cold at the sight of it, it’s eyes smudged over with charcoal in the shape of a protective rune. My heart raced when I realized what I was holding. This was no ordinary journal, it was a spell book.

but there's another identity for me which no one knows except me. I write novels under the pen name 'phoenix' My novels are about werewolves attacking humans. Since I don't like werewolves I started writing about them in a bad way to vent out my anger on them. Recently, I've been working on a book named, 'Desire for thirst' in which werewolves attack their prey when they are in rut. My work in this genre has been gaining more exposure because I've made it very clear that I don't like werewolves. I believe people can read this as a novel but in reality the author just wants to expose their readers to the monsters they see in other worlds.

Because she was the only one who could prevent my elder son from killing my younger son. "Five Million!!", Now it's my turn to be surprised. When I would be lying if I say that I was just surprised in fact, I was shocked as well. I saw my son glaring at me and then his eyes zeroed on his wife. If looks could kill then the person who brought that bitch to this state would have been dead by now. "Five Million!! Oooh! This's too much. This's the highest bid amount for any werewolf which we had sold in the history.", The bidder said. "Five Million one, Five Million two...and sold."

The library is still open. Grabbing my jacket, I dash to the library. I need to go and see if I can get books on supernatural beings. I suddenly have a new hobby; Reading. As expected, the Library is still open. I walk around until I spot the section I desire. In bold letters, it stands glaring at me. I just wonder how I never noticed this section before. LUMINOUS PACK HISTORY. That is exactly what I want to know. What baffles me is the fact that it says Pack and not Community Then the realization hits me. A pack refers to a group of wolves! Could it be we landed ourselves right amid werewolves?

"You little defenseless packs would call on your precious council to come to deal with the rogues terrorizing your people, and we would be killed for doing the same thing that you celebrate doing yourselves!" "Is that your plan then? You are going to take our resources, and kill our people because you want revenge for us hunting on no man's land?" The astonishment and humor in Parker's tone had multiple wolves behind him laughing, but he silenced them with a flick of his hand by his side. "Don't waste my time. You called for a meeting. Either tell me what you want or be on your way."

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“Diana, Mom had called me, so enjoy yourself here. I’ll be back shortly.” I nodded, and she strode out of the library, leaving me alone. I moved toward the werewolves section and started looking for a book about history or anything related to my golden wolf. But I found nothing. I became frustrated. She has a vast collection and not a single book on Golden Wolf. Puffing, the air out of my lungs, I looked around the library, and a book in the witches section caught my eye. I retrieved it. It was the book “The Whispering Witch of Willowdale” with the witch’s history. Not getting what I wanted to read, I decided to read it, so I took it and went to the coach. Settling on it, I opened the first