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Gerwulf yelped, holding his arm up in defense trying to protect himself from more blows. Hylda attacked him, slashing the air like a mad woman. Eloise finally found the opportunity, biting Delmar's hand hard and screaming for Gerwulf to run. At her words, his head snapped to the side, their eyes locking. Both of them stood as if time had stopped, Eloise unable to understand what was happening as he began running towards her. An earth shaking howl erupted from him, causing crowd goers to fall and drums to tip over. Even Hylda and Finn held their ears in pain. Gerwulf jumped, transforming as if he'd done it his entire life. A large blood red wolf with piercing amber eyes emerging as it barrele

“Easy, princess. My name is Ernouf, I am Amoux’s father. Don’t worry, we mean no harm.” He was lying, and I knew it. She snarled at him one more time, before trying to make her way out of there. It would be the hardest thing to do, since they were all blocking the exit, but she had to try. As she made a run for it, the wolves charged at her, some grabbing her paws, other her tail and fur, not letting her move. As much as she tried to fight, there was no escaping. She shook her body, trying to yank herself away from them, her fur instead of white, had red spots from the blood coming from her.

"The amulet... it's not just an object. It has a power that many desire." We ventured deeper into the forest, tall and dense trees surrounding us, casting unsettling shadows. Suddenly, a howl echoed in the distance, followed by others, like a sinister symphony drawing nearer. "The pack is here!" Lucas exclaimed, looking into the darkness. A group of wolves emerged from the trees, their eyes gleaming with determination. Kessler, the alpha of the pack, approached the lead wolf, the same silver-gray wolf we had helped before, and gave a nod of recognition.

I didn't question my father's obsession with wolf artifacts and legends, I didn't question why she wore a protective necklace against something that only existed in my books. I didn't question how my father died, I didn't question anything. I just let life go with me, I let it heal from all the things that were left behind to move on. Soon we were ready, I left the house with the feeling that I should go back but still I went. The Hall was crowded, everyone surprised to finally see me out of my shell, out of the cave where I had been holed up since the day of the great pain. - I don't think I even know how many times that day I heard that phrase pounding in my mind.

For ahead of us, growling and walking in slow circles, are wolves. Their eyes, full with a madness I am familiar with, their maws frothing with saliva, like feral beasts with no shred of humanity in them. I know their brand, for it is a madness that has hold on me too. “Cryticmaniacs.” I say under my breath. And then it happens all too fast. The wolves charge in blinking fast motion, leaping into the air. I let go of Ophelia– not without placing her behind me, away from the wolves. With a quick crack of my knuckles, I am ready for the challenge.

"You cannot be both." "I AM both!" He was shouting now, his human voice cracking with emotion. "I fight with Ben over pizza because I'm a wolf who wants meat! I hide Martha's ugly sweaters because I'm a man who doesn't want to hurt her feelings! I protect Jack because the wolf recognizes an alpha! I love the team because the man knows what family means!" The peaceful landscape began to shimmer. The sheep bleated nervously. The shepherd's kind face cracked like porcelain.

“I’ll be right back.” She sighed falling back on the bed, looking up at the ceiling, how was all this happening she asked herself. ‘It’s happening because you are a wolf.’ The voice in her head was sleepy sounding as if she had been sleeping. My wolf she thought. ‘Your wolf.’ She growled back. ‘Did you forget me?’ She asked. “No not really, just hoped it wasn’t real.” ‘I’m as real as you are.’ She snapped back. ‘And I will not be silenced again, EVER!’

Sleek and white. The crowd cheered as she circled me,her growls low and menacing. I clenched my fists,feeling the faint stir of my wolf beneath my skin. “She's weak.” Ethan growled behind me “ she doesn't belong here,and never will.” His words were like fuel to flame. Rage overwhelmed me,and I felt the fire of my wolf ignite once more. I closed my eyes,praying that my wolf will answer me,and this time,she did. Power surged through me,and when I opened my eyes,the crowd gasped. My red fur shimmered,my claws extended like sharp blades.

They greeted once more, their heads lowered at their average height. After shaking me up and making me all dizzy, he drops me on a sofa, taking his seat opposite me. He wipes off the blood on his neck with clothes, his well-sculpted abs coming into view. He was truly astonishing. “Welcome back, princess.” A lady in all white came in, the skull-made staff in her hands. She had white hairs, white eyelids, and white eye strokes, and judging from the combination, her wolf must be white. “The name is…”