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They knelt down and pushed my sweat laced raven hair away from my face, their eyes open and kind. “Hello.” The one with brown eyes and rainbow hair said sweetly, his tone low and soft. “Hello.” I responded nervously, watching him for any sign of aggression. “Why are you laid on the ground?” The second wolf asked me, his blue eyes curious and yet humorous. I sighed, knowing that I should think before I speak, not all tribes were friendly to strangers. “I tripped and I am unable to get back up, I was in the glass tubes for days without food or water.”

Someday, I’d watch as she and her wolf passed from this life. “Did you know that the previous Moon Goddess granted immortality to wolves she thought deserved it? She’d make them a part of her army. They live in the City of Dusk and Dawn. According to Azrael, Orion, and Draco, they’re happy and thriving.” I murmured, not breaking my stare from her eyes. Understanding dawned across her face. “You want to make me immortal?” I swallowed the knot in my throat, “Only if you want it.” She licked her lips, then pursed them. Her eyes strayed across the room to where Sephtis stood. He had his head turned, but I had a strange feeling he was listening in on our conversation.

Irritated, I pulled it away from him and closer to myself. "Sorry. I couldn't help myself. I'm always so interested in myths and legends. The stories are so amazing. I'd just never seen that one before, the one you were looking at. About wolves that are cursed to remain as humans. That's like... A twisted version of the werewolf story." He kept rambling on, telling the story of creation and how all 'supernatural' beings were created. I didn't know how this pertained to me because I was a wolf and nothing else but I was drawn to Motty's story and when he was done, looking up at me like he expected me to have a question of some kind, I realized that this must be it. This must be the informant

I've only ever seen one bloodline with glowing red eyes before. I thought back to Alpha Gabriel with his black fur and glowing red orbs that seemed to burn through my soul. From what everyone said, he was good and pure. He was an honest Alpha who loved his mate more than anything in the world, but he was also terrifying to look at in his fur. Parker moved forward, pressing his nose against the barrier, and snorting with a shake of his head as he pulled back. If a wolf as strong as his couldn't get through, I had no doubt that no one could.

Sighing heavily, the man sat down and said rather harshly: - Listen to me, Emily, listen and understand the simple truth: you are already a wolf, the wolf gene is inside you from birth. I do not know what clan you are from, but judging by the fact that you lived alone and were not aware of who you really are, none of your clan has been alive for a long time. But you are a she-wolf, true, sooner or later you would have converted anyway. Yes, I would, Amy. But it is better to pass the initiation earlier than later. After all, every moment of delay in turning into a she-wolf will become unbearably painful for you during the ceremony.

Anna cut her off and Mireille looked at her, shock written all over her face. "I don't know. Someone gave me one at Apex pack. She said it was the story of the witches." "Where is it?" Mireille asked with bright eyes. "In my room. I didn't think it was important so I didn't read it. I didn't believe witches existed. Do you want it?" "Can I have–borrow it? I want to know more about them." Mireille asked. "I can give it to you. I don't need them. Except for recreational activities, I see no reason why a wolf should read books about witches." Anna said, about to push the book back into the shelf. Mireille gave it to her back forcefully.

I ran my fingertips across the raised gold lettering and brown leather of the ancient book. At that moment, I realized this was my only connection to my people, the Arctic wolves. Looking at the Grimoire, I wondered if any other Arctic wolves from my pack had survived. After we stopped Nightshade, I intended to find out. But that was for a later time. If anyone did survive, then he or she could find me. But right now, we had to stop Nightshade. "Thanks, Bailey," I said, sighing in relief. "If you don't mind me asking, where did you get it?" she asked, her eyes filled with concern.

It locked eyes with the dark brown wolf. Mallory tried moving out of the way but the dark brown wolf snapped at her, keeping her in the area between the two wolves. The dark red wolf backed up and went to lunge. Mallory found herself ducking and the wolf went over her head. It landed in front of Mallory letting out a loud growl and lunged for the dark brown wolf. At the last second Mallory noticed the dark red wolf’s eyes glowing red with an amber ring and knew they were from Red Woods. She was torn between staying with the wolf and continuing her journey for help. If Red Woods were close by she had to let them know what was happening. She took off running.

I said sarcastically. Clicking on the other result, there was a picture of red eyes at the top of the page. I shifted in my chair before scrolling down hiding the picture from site. Then started reading, ‘The ancient bloodline has been extinct for over a thousand years. No one knows what that bloodline can do, all that is known is they are the only wolves with blood red eyes and paper white fur. It is said that they can control or destroy Alphas, but these are all speculations, and none has been confirmed. They are the ones that are bound to the Bloodmoon and cannot resist it. They are drawn to it even when their wolf has not awakened yet.’

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!”