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I hated how steadying it felt. I stepped back before I could think too hard about that. "Just — explain. You said you'd seen this before. What did you mean?" "There's a novel," he said. "About a wolf warrior who enrolls at an academy and starts shifting into a black wolf instead of the rare white wolf she was born with. No one can explain it. Not at first." My pulse spiked. "Who wrote it?" "Sophie Miller, I think." The name hit me like a blow to the chest. The world tilted, sound rushing out of my ears until all I could hear was my own heartbeat, deafening.

“No. I… I don’t even know how to do that.” Max nodded thoughtfully, stepping closer. “That’s what we’ll focus on today. Your wolf is in there, Milana. You just need to find it.” “How?” I asked, genuinely curious. “Close your eyes again,” he instructed, and though I hesitated, I complied. His voice softened. “Picture yourself standing in a vast space—open, endless. It could be a forest, a field, or anywhere that feels natural. Imagine it in as much detail as possible.”

One of the girls—Mira, maybe—licked her fingers and turned her face to the sky like it had blessed her. “Do you think wolves ever get bored of howling?” Jasmine asked suddenly. Sarah blinked. “What?” “They howl and they howl, and for what? Territory? Mates? Attention?” Jasmine tilted her head. “Maybe they’re just screaming into the dark because it’s the only thing that screams back.” Sarah frowned. “You’ve been reading your mother’s books again.” Jasmine didn’t deny it. Somewhere in her suite, under silk and secrets, those books still breathed. Some in languages even Elora wouldn’t recognize. Some with pages that pulsed faintly under her fingers. All of them inked in grief.

I carefully opened the book, the pages crackling with age, and began to read. The text was written in an ancient script, difficult to decipher, but the more I read, the more a sense of dread settled over me. It spoke of a rare lineage of wolves, ones with powers that could either save or destroy. My heart pounded as the descriptions started to match what I had seen in Emily, the strange glow in her eyes, the way her presence had started to affect those around her, even me.

I walked in causing me to notice how weird people were glancing at me. I ignored them as I walked to the third section of the shelf arrangement. I noticed the raven-haired lady that sat at the other side of the room. She was looking at me making to throw a smile at her. I started looking through the sections of the shelves for a place that holds anything connected to wolves. I smiled on sighting the section that read ‘Paranormal.’ I began bringing out the books one by one in hope that I find any book relating to wolves. ‘After about five minutes of searching, I couldn’t find anything. I sighed out of frustration placing my palm on my waist in an akimbo. My eyes halted on a book with dark the

Fagua I stumbled backwards as the wolves closed in. His words promised to deliver exactly what he’d said. I didn't know what he'd do to me, but I didn't like the gleam in his eyes or the wolves around me. "How come you've never turned, girl? Got too much of your damn Ma in you." He sneered. "All you need is a few bites to get the change fever going. Handy it's a full moon coming up soon." I'd never been bitten by a wolf my entire life. "That won't work. If I haven't become a wolf now, I won't ever."

We had the same blonde hair, same hazel eyes, and same heart-shaped face. But there was one thing different about us. Chloe had a wolf but I didn’t. That was the reason why I was nervous. I was about to be Luna but I still hadn’t discovered my wolf. As werewolves, on our 21st birthday, we discovered our wolves. But it had been two years since my 21st birthday and I still didn’t have a wolf. The worst part was that my twin sister discovered hers on our 21st birthday. I wondered if something was wrong with me or if I was cursed.

There was a tale passed through generations, reaching the 21st Century, about a group of werewolves’ special mutation that brings out dormant abilities from a family’s genetic line. They were said to be marked and blessed by the moon goddess for they were the first of her followers. They were given the title of Legacy Wolves, keeping up their tradition and passing on their special traits through their children.

"Your soul belongs here. We have been guiding you since the day you were born. It is time." "Time for what?" I shifted my weight to test the ground. The blood held my boots like something thickened past moving, refusing to release. "Time to kill the Millennium Wolf," the voice said. "The bloodline that can unlock the abyss of the underworld." The words landed in my chest and sat there without moving.

She set it on the table between us. “I found this at the community center last week. It’s about a werewolf commune about two hours from here. It looks really nice.” I picked up the pamphlet. The front had a picture of a group of people standing in front of a cluster of cabins. They were smiling. The text read: “Join the Riverbend Commune. A place for wolves to thrive.” My stomach did a flip. A commune. The type of place where werewolves in the human lands went because they couldn’t actually handle human society.