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I replied, sighing. "What's wrong?" My dad asked. "Daddy, you're not going to like my wolf," I replied, my voice cracking. "Paige saw her by accident and she was terrified. My wolf was dead for a long time and that's exactly how she looks." I slumped my shoulders. "Is that true, Paige?" My dad questioned her. "Her wolf is definitely pretty scary," she agreed. "But seems to be harmless." "My wolf is harmless!" I insisted. "Okay, well, now I definitely want to see it." My dad said.

It always wants to go ahead and tear her. Selina smiled proudly. She reached out and stroked the large wolf fur beside her. It has smooth black fur, and its yellow eyes are somewhat cold, but when being rubbed by Selina, it retracts its combative evil. "Windy, you take care of her." “Guru!” After a loud howl, only the gray-haired wolf named Windy was relieved to use his sharp claws to kill Orla. Orla only had time to scream, and then there was silence.

In front of them stands a huge black wolf, something they never expected to see. "Are you really alive?" Rafe asks, sounding cautious. He can't believe this wolf is here, especially after seeing it turn into fireflies and disappear. "Yes, I'm alive. And so are Luna and her grandma Ani," the wolf replies with a voice full of mystery. Rafe and Faghri's faces light up with joy, no longer sad, but truly happy. They feel hope again. "Please take us to them," says Rafe, full of hope.

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‘Why didn’t you ever say something? ‘Does that matter now?’ Fallon demands, snapping out of her trance. ‘Get off of me!’ Before I can react, I’m being thrown to the side, and Fallon is getting up only to be tackled by a large black wolf with an aura I immediately recognize. ‘That’s Idris!’ Franz gasps. ‘He’s been possessed by the pupa!’

Surprisingly, the two guards are nowhere to be seen, allowing us to pass through easily. As we enter through the door, our attention is immediately drawn to three wolves lying on the ground. EYOLF questions the presence of the two individuals beside the wolves, suspecting that they may be involved. Upon closer inspection, I realize that the two individuals are indeed POXWER and FAXNERY. It's disappointing to see them get caught by a vampire. Not far from them, I spot Warg and Lyca, who has taken on the appearance of a male. They are engaged in a fierce battle against the vampires. Without hesitation, we rush past them to lend our assistance.

“Oh. Come on…” I sighed, dragging a hand down my face. Rowan, Kieran, Damon, and Silas stood in the foyer like four very judgmental Greek statues carved entirely out of overprotective testosterone. All four noses lifted at once. Wolf super-scent. Fantastic. Kieran’s nostrils flared. “Who is that?” Rowan’s eyes narrowed. “Male. Not familiar. Not pack.” Silas leaned closer and muttered darkly, “Not human either.”

Blaine's wolf was a sleek, silver-furred creature with glowing green eyes, known for its agility and tactical prowess. Sheryn Lowan Cavanaugh, Blaine's younger sister, was a striking figure with long auburn hair that cascaded down her back in thick waves. Her eyes were a deep, forest green, mirroring her brother's, though her expression was more serious. Sheryn's wolf, with a coat the color of autumn leaves, was swift and deadly in battle, known for her fierce loyalty to her family and pack.

Daughter of the late Hugo liam Jordan, and her late mother name was Kimberly Hanna Jordan, a former Beta male of the vengeful eyed pack. I am 19 years old. You know that kind of height; I'm neither very tall nor very short. I have injuries all over my pale body. There is not a single area of my body that is free of blemishes or wounds. Silvery eyes are something I have. The name of my wolf is Fiona. With hazel brown fur, she has cream-colored hair. She has blue eyes, that's for sure. Lastly, she has been thinking a lot about her partner, lest I fail to add that.

Each wolf, with its sleek In the heart of the sanctuary, where the winds whispered secrets and the trees whispered tales, a formidable force emerged. Led by none other than the legendary alpha wolf, Arvandus, the wolf military stood tall and proud, their presence an indomitable shield against any threat that dared to encroach upon their sacred land. Arvandus, with his piercing amber eyes that held the wisdom of countless moons, commanded his loyal pack with an unwavering authority.