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We made it halfway back when they appeared. Not Ironwood guards. Someone else. A wolf stepped from the shadows ahead. Large. Powerful. Calm. Behind him, five others. All radiating authority. Not panicked . Not aggressive. Just… present. We stopped. The lead wolf shifted to human form. Male. Mid-forties. Scarred. Eyes sharp with intelligence. “Christina Black,” he said. Voice deep. Measured. “Bold move.” “Who are you?” I asked. “Alpha Darius. Silverwood Pack.”

It made sense now why I had felt the sharp pain, it was because I was near my rejected mate which meant that she had felt it too. I watch as Harrison bows his head towards the female wolf who he believes is Damon and the wolf lets out a low growl when it flips its head in my direction, looking directly at me and gives me a wink. Wait, the wolf knows who I am? I had never seen a black wolf like this other than Damon yet this was definitely not Damon. Harrison looks my way and shrugs, obviously not seeing me “What is it Alpha?” The black wolf snorts at him as it takes another step closer whilst baring its teeth “You are not Damon are you?” and he stumbles back, tripping over Kayla and landing

I sulked, he was still changing, was this a part of the curse, it had to be because this is not what it should look like. I watched as after five minutes he turned into a wolf as he ran out of the room. I watched as Damon rushed to the window and I did the same, there were wolves circling around the whole house and it scared me. I glanced at all of them. “You stay by your side no matter what happens do you fucking hear me?” He yelled and I nodded. Damon’s process of changing came easier than Dante's, he stood as a black wolf, the only black wolf that existed aside from his brother, their bloodline is the only one that carries being a black wolf and no one else does the same.

Night after night, Black gazed up at the moon, beseeching Selene to lend him the strength to triumph over his foes. Touched by Black's fervent devotion, Selene answered his prayers. She granted him the ability to shift into a wolf, merging his human essence with the spirit of the wild. Black became the first werewolf, a creature of duality, mastering the balance between his human intelligence and the instincts of the wolf.

About twenty meters away I spot them, or more to the point I spot him. Clayton Blackridge Alpha of the Lobo Sombra pack in his huge gun metal grey wolf. Standing to his right is a brown and grey wolf slightly smaller in height and not as muscular, possibly his Beta. My wolf starts stalking towards them and even though I am protesting she wants him. As I get closer he shifts back then the other wolf turns I realise he is giving us some privacy.

“Confirmed wolf activity outside Anchorage. Locals say they’ve seen a large black wolf stalking the tree line. Can you get us some shots?” "Wolves. In Blake’s backyard. Of course,” I mutter. He swiftly turns around, his eyes narrowing. “What did you just say?” “Nothing, none of your damn business.” I take my coffee mug and my mobile and leave the shirtless wonder in the kitchen, feeling his eyes boring into my back. Excitement builds inside me at the thought of getting outside and investigating if there is in fact a black wolf somewhere here in Anchorage. As far as I am aware the biggest black wolf of them all, I left standing in the kitchen. Being the Alpha, Blake is the largest of them al

I was surrounded. The largest wolf lunged. I braced for impact— But I never hit the ground. Strong arms caught me mid-air. A massive black wolf materialized between me and the rogues, snarling with such fury that even the rogues hesitated. The black wolf tore into them with brutal efficiency. No mercy. No hesitation. Within seconds, the rogues lay dead or dying. All except one, who fled into the darkness. The black wolf shifted back into human form. But it wasn't Maddox. Wasn't Ronan or Alec.

Ronan’s reasonable whisper was prompt ignored when it reached my ears where I was hunched over the frail woman, tracing my fingers over her arms in an effort to calm her. This was all my fault. I did this to her…me. Tiny black threads seeped in from the corners of her eyes, making the elite wolves who stood the closest gasp. Black arts. Did she have confessor powers too? No…no, that couldn't be. Confessor powers were bright white…black had to mean something else…something from The Darkness. “What on earth?” Laziel’s cold hiss came above me and a second later, a wide circle had cleared around us…the other wolves terrified of his rage.

The wolf began to shift and the wolves that had been running with him stopped back at the tree line, as if he had told them to. A minute later I was looking at the new Alpha Zachary. Was this his sister or something? No … she said she was an orphan… “Get the fuck away from my Luna,” he yelled, seething. The she-wolf backed away from me, but also away from him. Suddenly two men fell from the sky, literally, making us all jump. “Vampires,” the she-wolf said, leaping away from them. I could tell right away by how they were dressed that they were Shadows. All black clothes, black combat boots.

Suddenly, another black blur moves before my eyes, and a roar echoes through the tower. Before me is another black wolf, larger than the other, less shaggy than him. His roar is powerful enough to make the maniacal wolf shiver, and when he barks at him, the red-eyed wolf cowers back to a corner. I can’t see his face, but in my heart, I know who this other wolf is. Theon.