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He asked him. Justin rolled his head and then responded to the question nonchalantly. "I'm sorry, she came during the incantations, but aside from that, nothing happened.". He clarified to Derek. "I see, but don't you think we should at least tell her the truth?".He turned to me and continued, "Sarah, do you believe in Werewolves?" He paused at the end of that question. "Werewolves? Are you they real?". I asked, finding it hard to believe.

Lola asked. The employee did not even look at her, “That is classified information.” He pointed at the screen which showed a map, “So Lola. Your DNA had a unique resemblance to werewolf DNA. The DNA will give you the ability to transform into a werewolf. All we know about werewolves is that they used to live in packs and have a strict hierarchy inside these packs. Basically, Alpha and Luna are the highest, then beta and omega is the lowest. As far as we know they could transform whenever they want, and the status of the moon had no influence. They lived in rural areas far away from civilization, preferably forest areas. We suggest you start looking at the biggest forest right here; the Tonga

With only an old candle lamp to brighten the hallway. Oh, Trevor was melt-worthy. He was all smooth with darling eyes. Delicious tropical heat in a pair of low-riding jean shorts. But the demon in her wasn’t fooled by Trevor’s promise of heaven. Like Rhye, the werewolf carried the potent scent of threat. Unlike Rhye, nonetheless, Trevor didn’t try to conceal his fatal threat behind a wall of ice. No, his danger was as obvious as a flashing neon sign. Striding through what looked like a deserted laundry compartment, Trevor paused to shove aside an enormous metal frame, revealing a thin opening in the wall.

“Why are we getting arrested?! Zeta...ZETA!” Thane’s scream tore through the hall like shattered glass. His voice cracked, raw and desperate, echoing off the ancient stone walls as silver cuffs bit into his wrists. Zeta didn’t answer him. She stood perfectly still as the werewolf police closed in, her jaw clenched so tight her teeth audibly ground against each other. Even cuffed, even cornered, she radiated menace. Her wolf snarled beneath her skin, vibrating with restrained violence.

None of those women really were interested in him but his pretty boy face, as Freddie put it, or his bad ass reputation. Every werewolf knew the name James Lacrosse. They knew that you didn’t want to mess with him or you’d end up in the intensive care unit of the local hospital…if you were lucky. Thanks to experiments done to him when he was thirteen by the ex beta/pack doctor Xavier Thompson, James shifted into a monstrous wolf that looked like something right out of a Hollywood horror movie.

Jackson questions, looking back straight at me, catching me in the middle of the stairs. “He didn’t need to,” I answer while standing up right as Hanzo moves between us, confusing both Jackson and I. “Who and what are you?” Jackson questions with a stern gaze and I shake my head. “No one, I’m a werewolf,” I answer reluctantly, I don’t like his questions, they scare me and I’m not sure why. “Parents?” Jackson continues his interrogation when Hanzo pushes him back. Tears fall down my cheek as Reika presses forward and growls. “Jackson don’t,” Hanzo growls protectively and I shake my head while shrugging.

“Don’t you understand? I’m doing this for you.” Just when Jacquelyn was about to hit me again with the wooden plank, the front door suddenly opened. The door slammed against the wall creating a loud booming sound eventually stealing everyone’s attention. The moonlight coming from the doorway shone brightly that it took a while for our eyes to adjust and from there, for the for the first time ever, I finally saw a werewolf. A real-life werewolf. It was Mr. Lykaios. I couldn’t tell it from his appearance but I could clearly smell his scent. His face was covered in gray hairs as well as his chest and arms and he had hairy wolf ears. He was snarling and I saw fangs instead of teeth.

Wait, how on earth would Dunstan know about the werewolves, considering that our identity is hidden in the modern world? My hand was shaking as I aimed the cursor at a video clip that accompanied the document. With trembling fingers, I clicked play, hoping to find some answers. As the video unfolded, I cupped my mouth, trying to suppress my sudden sob of shock and disbelief. The video revealed a secret underground laboratory where scientists were conducting experiments on werewolves, extracting their DNA for medical purposes. The footage showed the werewolves in cages, their eyes filled with fear and pain. Then I remembered what Olga had said back in the hospital. It was about the identity o

A story of a gorgeous princess getting chased by her enemies and his knight in shining armor came to the rescue. However, that's not what happened when one of the bullets helplessly penetrated his right shoulder, causing his blood to flow like an open faucet. A reminder to his wolf that he should not believe what was being presented behind the screen. Since Nicholas is obligated to help those in need, he quickly snatched the woman's body, still trying to be a knight in shining armor in the movie that runs through his mind. Trying to be the hero and dragging her back to his apartment. He securely locked the doors and windows in his apartment and hid in the corner with the woman while enhancin