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I mumbled with a full mouth. "There's extra in there. Let's keep moving." We turned the corner into another street lined with low brick buildings. One had a dusty window and a sun-faded sign that read Dog-Eared Pages. "This place is a little gem," Robbie said. "If you ever want to read up on modern stuff written for wolves from the old packs—this is where to do it. They even have books on magic you won't find in human shops." That piqued my interest immediately, but—

The armies kept trying and when they were not able to make a scratch at the two beasts, they decided to retreat, but they could not as Iron was already alive, and he was standing by the road, where stood as the only road they were supposed to pass, he stood and forceful pulled out the last arrow by his chest, and just as said by the priest, the arrow wounded his heart, and that turned around and made him love violent always. He was more than a werewolf his eyes were blazing like fire, the little girl now a dragon, had wing, she must have been a dragon before, and many that went toward the exit were burnt by the fire, the warriors tried all they could, but their strength was not enough, and j

I sighed. I turned to the first story and started reading. I read story after story. Some were interesting, some were familiar, some were bizarre. Then, more than halfway through the book, I found it. The very first line read, "There once was a young girl. Her wolf had no name." It was titled, 'Child of Stars', kind of fitting since my Dad's wolf is Starfire. My wolf chimed in with her usual pessimism, 'It won't help.'

If felt weird but if it would get me to prove my point well, I don’t mind. ‘I have to pay a visit to the moonstone forest and retrieve a document that was buried there under the stones. It is an ancient genealogical map;’ I shifted to the other side and continued, ‘going back to the First Wolves and the clan lords. It will show that the information I have gathered is true. The man bent down again and looked into my eyes. Every time he did this, my wolf became restless. There was something his presence did to me. I was locked in his eyes, but his voice knocked me back to the present.

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Wayne muttered and Olive whipped her head at him, scowling deeply. “Don't even think using words like that on me will get me to stop being angry,” she blurted but Wayne laughed and winked. “This is a masterpiece. It contains every myth and legend regarding the firewolf, what is true and not true,” Mufasa spoke out as he began glancing through the pages. “Apparently, they're rare and only happen in millenniums. According to Milicent who almost turned us all to book shelves of course,” Crusoe stated.

They were able to infiltrate the Hotel within minutes. Helicent was the first inside, shooting Vampire after Vampire with a shotgun loaded with ultraviolet. Lyall followed just behind her. They might not adore each other, but they are mated. And Lyall couldn’t help but protect Helicent with his life, she is despite everything, his Wolf Tamer.

“Probably just made her angrier. She's definitely going to throw the biggest tantrum of the millennium." " Don't you see?” Coral says sitting on my bed. " You won't be bullied or mocked for being wolfless any longer. Hell you might even find your mate." I suppress a snort. If only she knew I already found my mates and they're a bunch of blood sucking wolves.Kaeren of all people had to be one of them! While Coral babbles on and on about how much of a celebrity I've become in less than five hours, I rack my brain trying to find any information I can get on wolves that actually drink blood. Nana was a knowledgeable woman and always had something about wolf history to tell.

I was both disgusted and frustrated. A week earlier I had no idea that werewolves existed anywhere but in fairy tales, books, and movies. Suddenly, not only were they real, but they existed below our social radar in a world of their own with rules of their own. By some sick twist of fate, I’d fallen into this underground reality and was forced to deal with the fact that I’d never be free of it. If I wanted some semblance of normality to return, I had no other option than to give in and find someone to mate with. Then, I’d be able to go home and resume a life of writing books and enjoying small town living.

He cleared his throat, Looking away with a… is that asinister smirk? If he's going to threaten me I don't give a ratass. I will exorcise him with all Old senile Lady's voodoo scriptures I have printed and kept in my bag. Once the coast is clear tonight I'm hiding it in the four corners of every room in our manor as instructed in the manual. If witches and werewolves gotta be real, I'll be offended if anyone says these cool-looking ancient scriptures are fake. I have researched, and they were discovered in some archeological sites. I had gone back on the web and purchased each scripture for about one thousand dollars each!