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Just a crescent white moon etched in the center of the cover. My fingers close around it. It’s cold. I glance back at Alex and Ava. They’re speaking in low voices, Alex watching her like a hawk. Good. I open the book, flipping through pages quickly. Hand written text in cursive with black and white pictures of symbols, and unknown diagrams fills the worn page. I squint my eyes and look through the small text until I find what I'm looking for. Mana Wolves. The words almost glow on the page. My heart skips a beat. This is it.

He turned around and tilted his head. "Thank You." Her smile was small but filled with gratitude. "You're welcome and you can call me Azraiel." He watched her nod her head and left the medical wing with the brightest smile on his face. Alone in the room, Charlotte moved on the bed a little to lift the books he had left. She put them on the unoccupied space on the bed and lifted the first one to read the title. A small smile crept on her face as she read the title. "Basics of the Werewolf World" was a fifty-page introduction book for children at the Orchid Primary School at the Blue Orchid Pack. She leaned back and started reading about the new world she was going to be in for the rest of her

The unicorn had buried its horn into a tree and was backing its ass onto the cock of the howling wolf behind it. "Werewolf porn, this shit is funny." Lowering the book, he saw that Tink's eyes had gone from innocent to predatory. Her tail twitched back and forth, and one of her hands had slid beneath her skirt, her fingers doing lazy circles beneath the thin fabric of her dress. He dropped the book, the pages flipping open to an image of a peasant with her arms tied behind her back getting spit-roasted by a pair of werewolves.

The stark contrast in our experiences had left her angry and resentful. "Why is it that you've gotten everything when I've ended up with nothing? We both tried to save people, weren't we? Life is so unfair!" So, she'd pulled me into a lake with her before holding my head in the water until I drowned. After being reborn, Lila felt like this was a second chance God had bestowed upon her. She'd excitedly grabbed the chance to save Wanda while dreaming about instantly making it big in life. She didn't know that this wasn't a story of someone saving the day and turning life around, though. It was a story of someone biting the hand that fed them. It was a nightmare that I'd desperately wanted to w

The city skyline twinkled with leftover holiday lights, snow dusting the railing like powdered sugar, but the real view was Astrella, curled up beside me in nothing but my oversized flannel shirt, unbuttoned just enough to tease those perfect tits, legs bare and crossed, her laptop balanced on her thighs. She'd insisted on this 'morning read-aloud' after pounding out that filthy story last night, her eyes gleaming with that wicked writer’s spark. "Dax, baby," she'd purred, handing me the printed pages, still warm from the printer, edges crisp. "Now, read my latest. Out loud. Every dirty word. It's inspired by us... kinda." I smirked, flipping it open to the first page, 'Snowbound Enemies: A

3, 2, 1… HAPPY NEW YEAR! The cheers were deafening as everybody in that party began to dance the night away as they welcomed the start of a more hopeful and prosperous year for their pack. And we wish the same for you all! * * * Dear reader, if you want to know more about V and Siel’s story, feel free to search for “Her Christmas Wolf” by Myrrh D. Keizer. May we at Silvercrest see you again this coming Valentine’s Day for the Gamma and his mate’s love story.

“As long as you’re okay.” Winter hummed and moved her notebook over so I could see it. “I was working on translating the entirety of Werther but there were a few spots…” She reached over and flipped to one of the bright tabs that was sticking out from the side. “I translated them but they didn’t make sense. Not in the context of the sentence. So I was confused.”

We can talk more when the weather clears. Yes, I breathed, a wave of relief washing over me. Thank you. Thank you so much. I climbed into the back of the warm car, but the relief was short-lived. Now that the adrenaline was fading, a bone-deep chill took over. I began to shake—not just a little shiver, but violent, teeth-chattering tremors. The temperature had plummeted, and my damp clothes felt like sheets of ice against my skin. Ever since I'd collapsed outside that coffee shop, I hadn't been the same. My wolf was quiet, my energy depleted. Now, a crushing exhaustion settled over me, making my limbs feel like lead.

I have a feeling that this year is going to be an even wilder winter. *The End*

Not even a single try. “What does it say?” I asked, brows furrowing as I rubbed both of my palms to create warmth. The cold had been much cruel today ever since we arrived at the healer’s cabin. I encouraged myself to look at the drawings instead; the art style is pretty much gothic, if not ancient. It wasn’t inked. Hues of black and white were embedded on the golden brown pages of the material. I saw the graphics of a human and a werewolf. They were doing something strange… some sort of a ritual. Elliot did not flip the pages further so I ended up guessing that that was it.