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I added. “Exactly. Since we both have alpha eyes, he could get them from either side. I can’t decide which ones I want him to have more.” “You mean her!” “No, it’s definitely a him.” He smirked. “I guess we’ll know for sure in nine months.” “Six actually.” “Six?” “Werewolf pregnancies are only six months long. So we’re going to have the whole summer to spend with our new son.” “Daughter.” Alex laughed and kissed me. “I can’t wait to prove I’m right.” *THE END* To be continued: Wolfborn, Book 3 of the Wolfbane Series

Who she had chosen. "Show me what you have," I said. Damien produced several old documents. "The Sanctuary holds records going back two hundred years. Every time a lunar wolf awakened, Marcus attacked within two weeks. His pattern is consistent. First he sends scouts. Then a test attack with rogues. Then he waits three to seven days before launching the real assault." "We're on day four since the test attack," said Marcus — my beta. "So we have five to six days at most." "Possibly less. Thaltos may accelerate his timeline now that Sera has access to training and support." Damien looked directly at her. "You're stronger than any lunar wolf he's faced in decades. That makes you more dangerous.

He chuckled as he sat down on the empty bench across from Katie and me. I looked up to meet his gaze and he smiled that gorgeous grin at me again. The brunette girl Lauren huffed and rolled her eyes annoyed that he had sat down to talk to me. "That's better. So these markings are a gift from the Moon Goddess. And don't feel bad for being curious about them, everyone is when they first meet me. When I got them the council literally inspected them with a magnifying glass which was weird. No one alive has ever seen anything like this before because they are the markings of a blessed wolf. I'm the first one born in three centuries. The blessed Full Lunar Wolf. I didn't have these until I shifted

“There was never enough time.” The ground trembled. Several silver trees cracked apart. Dark energy leaked from the widening wound in the moon. The Creator was forcing its way into the realm. The First Wolf lowered her head. For the first time, she looked directly at both of us. At me, and at the wolf that had been taken from me. Sadness filled her eyes. Ancient sadness. The kind that never truly disappears. “Listen carefully.” The urgency in her voice silenced both of us. “The moment I sealed myself, everything changed.”

What Lucian finds is wrong in a way that does not have a clean name yet. The connection between the wolves and the moon's signal is not broken. It is corrupted, the channel still present but carrying something alongside the lunar current that should not be there, a secondary interference that disrupts the shift control the way static disrupts a signal without fully cutting the transmission. It is subtle enough that it would not have been noticeable a week ago. It is present enough now that twenty-three wolves cannot hold their forms. The seer's timeline was optimistic, Lucian understands. Kaelen has the amplification relic and has already used it.

She glanced at me as I shook my head. "They're legend. Myth." Doc's hands were shaking as he pulled out his phone, scrolling through something. "Wolves chosen by Luna herself to carry her power. They appear once every few generations, maybe longer. They're supposed to glow silver when they shift. Heal with touch. Rally packs in times of darkness." The room went quiet. Even the sounds of cleanup outside seemed to fade. "That's not real," Jolie whispered. "I've seen a lot of impossible things tonight." Doc turned his phone around. On the screen was an old drawing, faded and cracked. A silver wolf surrounded by light, standing over fallen enemies. "Does that look familiar?"

"So this isn't just about finishing what they started with my parents' pack. This is about something much bigger." "I'm afraid so," Iris agreed, her voice gentle but unflinching. "The destruction of Waning Moon pack eighteen years ago was just the most recent attempt. But Calla, there's something else you need to understand—the fact that you survived, that you've awakened as a Golden Wolf despite their efforts, suggests that their methods aren't as foolproof as they believed." She opened the ancient chronicle to a page near the middle, revealing detailed illustrations of werewolves, witches, and other supernatural beings working together in harmony. The artwork was exquisite, showing scenes

To give the howl a voice, Lunara shaped four Primordial Wolves, each born from a different aspect of herself: Solmir, the Wolf of Dawn, and bringer of warmth and wind who was made from her light. Veyla, the Wolf of Dusk, bringer of mystery and forests who was drawn from her shadow. Kaelstrom, the Wolf of Storms, and bringer of lightning, rain, and rivers who was formed from her silver tears Nerath, the Shadowless Wolf, and keeper of secrets and the unseen who was shaped from pure void.

"Already, three southern packs have submitted to him. The witch covens are divided." "Why should we trust you?" Ronan asked, his eyes now flashing between normal and shadow-black. His Phantom skills were indeed returning. "Because I've spent centuries studying the prophecies about the Ruby Wolf and the First Wolf," I said. "I know what's coming." I pointed to a particular mural showing a ruby-colored wolf facing a shadow beast. "The Blood Moon was just the beginning. When the Celestial Gate was disrupted, it began a countdown to something worse – the Crimson Eclipse. When it comes, the First Wolf will reach full power."

“We are peace-makers by nature. Us white wolves . . . we don’t go around looking for fights. We heal, we protect, we nurture. This has been our way of life, but things are different this time. Things will be different. They are asking us to fight back, and we will do it. Just not in the way they are baiting us to do.” Suddenly, the energy in the room picks up. I can tell that this is something they have been anticipating. A chance to fight back. Amari nods, noting the change in the air. “Tonight, there will be a Lunar Eclipse. All of us wolves would be powerless, left to our own devices for half an hour. This is the perfect time for us to attack.” * * * Chiara “That has to be suicide,” I say