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--- The next morning, Elara returned to the library. She was determined to find an answer. She would not give up. She could not give up. The future was too important. Her pack was too important. She found a text tucked away in a dusty corner, its pages yellowed with age. It was bound in leather so old it was cracked and crumbling. She carefully opened it, her fingers gentle on the fragile pages. It was written in an ancient language, the words faded and difficult to read. But as she studied it, she realized it was a record of the First Wolf's life, a chronicle of his creation and his power. It was the most complete account she had ever seen.

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It is listening. Behind us, branches snap. One of the werewolves, Dax, and the female mercenary, Liora, are arguing about direction. Therin’s voice joins in, smooth and mocking. Elyra glides ahead, muttering something that might be a spell. The she-wolf, Renna, keeps close to the witch’s shadow, and the older wolf, Corran, trails her protectively. The rest scatter into fog. “Just a tip,” the Herald’s voice booms from nowhere. “The forest feeds on loneliness!”

*** Melissa didn't stop flinching as a man's voice rang out in her head. “Good morning, dear,” Andras sang. - The weather is beautiful today. Outside my window, the sun is rising, sparkling with golden highlights on the water surface. What about yours? “Hatred,” whispered the witch, raising her head and looking at her watch. - Burning hatred. The little hand had just touched the number five. Mila slowly threw back the covers and sat on the bed, the radio "The Hateful Marquis" did not stop broadcasting live: “By the way, I’ve already spotted a great principality. I think you'll like it there too.

I say in a fake little voice, I didn't need auntie Leah, but it'll be fun. "No," both man in the room object to me going to Leah's room. "Why not?" I ask them confused. "The kitten got enough distraction, if you go there, we'll be up all night trying to get her to read her chapter," Adrian groans leaving the room. "Bye, Adrian," I say with a chuckle, then go to start reading the chapter, it was titled, 'Wolf Mate', it's an interesting chapter, talking about how wolves mate for life, never letting each other go, never cheating, the vampires could learn a thing or two from the wolves. The next part talked about the mating ceremony, the dominant wolf would bite the submissive one right on the n

Something was wrong. I burst out of the mansion finding my way to the field where her voice came from, the sight before me freezing my blood. Ariel was on the floor, her body trembling violently, hands clawing at her throat as if trying to grasp air that wouldn’t come. Her lips were pale, her breaths shallow and ragged. Around her, several wolves stood frozen, their eyes wide with helplessness. None dared approach her. "What the hell are you all standing around for?!" My voice was a thunderous roar, but I didn’t wait for an answer.

The creatures of Silence looked at one another in confusion, as though they had never heard compassion offered to their master before. Then, far beyond the battlefield, a wolf howled. Another answered. Then another. Kael turned toward the distant mountains. His eyes widened. “That’s” The First Wolf smiled. “They’ve come.” From every direction, wolves appeared on the horizon. Hundreds. Then thousands. They poured over the hills like waves beneath the moonlight. Some wore the colors of Shadowfang. Others belonged to packs Aria had never seen. Snowfur. Ironclaw. Mooncrest. Ashvale. Silverpine. Even packs that had once sworn never to fight beside one another had arrived together. Their banners f

What is her gift? - We, by virtue of nature, cannot freely communicate with animals, they are afraid of us, - she began to explain, - and werewolves with such a gift not only approach any animals calmly, but also feel their life streams. For example, you can say that your head hurts, show where it hurts, and werewolves with such a gift feel it. They are excellent veterinarians and are highly valued at our fur farms. In our flock, sable, arctic fox, marten, ermine are bred. A very profitable business. I still don't get what's wrong? A wonderful gift, - but I thought to myself that I don’t have a gift at all.

I looked up as he leaned his face towards mine, his lips slightly parted his eyes darted to my lips, my heart pounding in my chest as I tried to process what was about to happen. ' he was going to kiss us,' my wolf whispered, he was still leaning in so I closed my eyes and he... . . . To be continued.

Deciding to check the forums, I drag the mouse across the screen until I come across the news forum, with one post making my face light up with a huge grin. "Fire Foot Strikes Again." I read the title of the latest post out loud. The large title to the article catches my attention as a slightly blurry photo of what I knew to be my wolf form takes up half the page. I couldn’t help the chuckle that escapes my lips as I continue to read on.