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She was the same woman whose picture was on the Werewolf's Council's wanted list. Mira Red was the Werewolf's Council's most wanted rogue. They spent a lot of money and time to bring her in for a trial and justice. She was dubbed "The Lone Wolf" or "The Huntress" because she performed everything independently. According to the facts, she didn't work for someone higher up the food chain. Mira operated independently. It was never impossible to gather information. The only issue with this type of information was its authenticity. Cohen doubted that anyone would sell the Lone Wolf useless information.

Instead, he jumped off the broken bridge and disappeared from Erin's sight. "You're underestimating me too much if you think you can evade my Stormy Spikes with such childish tactics!" When Wilbur chose to jump off the broken bridge, a sinister smile appeared on Erin's ferocious insect face that was full of implications. Then, those bone spikes mysteriously turned and chased after Wilbur below the bridge when they reached the end of the broken bridge as if they had eyes. In Erin's third stage, Mimic Form, he possessed the unique ability to sense and guide his sniper attacks that were possessed by insects.

“She claims she wants to keep a low profile. Apparently, contrary to what she’s doing now, she used to rely on her family name to get whatever she wanted, which doesn’t make sense.” I studied her for a moment. “Let’s set Muriel aside. You still haven’t told me what you were doing in the male dormitory.” Rumi let out a slow breath. “My chosen mate… he’s from one of the western packs.” My lips parted slightly. She had mentioned him before.

I began, my voice filled with genuine curiosity, "what could possibly be worth betraying our pack for? What could another pack offer that would entice someone to forsake the unity and strength we share?" Levi's gaze met mine, his expression thoughtful yet pensive. The lines on his forehead deepened slightly as he pondered my question, as if trying to unravel the enigma that had unsettled our pack's tranquility. "Jasmine," he replied, his voice tinged with a mix of frustration and determination, "that's precisely what I've been trying to figure out. The White Moon pack isn't just the greatest in this country, but for years, we have stood as the sole pack in the entire Northwest region of the

And pounce, they did. “What do you know about werewolves?” aunt Zora asked. “What did Morgenstern tell you, and why were you at his house?” Emmett took this as a sign to leave. He didn’t like being questioned, but clearly didn’t mind leaving his sister to face the heat.

It will be better if I can pass out at once. The black wolf in front of me evaporated like a thick gray mist on a cold morning. In less than five seconds, the misty wolf was replaced by another young man of Justin's age who stood with his hands on his hips. He grinned at Justin and me. I practically slapped Justin's arm muscles and made my palms heat on my own. “Who is he?” I whispered to Justin. “He's just juggling, isn’t he?” Justin looked at me in surprise. “Extremely not! He is a wolf-shifter! You still don't know?”

She said in a half whisper. Dante pushed away from the wall suddenly, "What isn't possible?" Miriam swallowed. "Her blood." The room went silent. "What about it?" Jax asked. Miriam hesitated, then turned the slide toward us. "I've treated wolves for fifty years." Her voice shook slightly as she spoke, "I've never seen anything like this." I exchanged a glance with Jax, not one of us understood. Miriam continued, "Wolf blood always has a stable structure."