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So, once in awhile, a wolf will shift and run the wild, hunt, and just be the wild animal that it is. Ever since the wolves came into the Wizard Realm, they were never allowed to run around freely. However, Harold seemed to have forgotten that wolves are just wild animals and they love their freedom. They cannot be confined. They cannot be controlled. They need to be free to run, to roam and to hunt. Now, Harold had thought that he could control the wolves. However, he made one grave mistake. He forgot that the wolves were supernatural beings. He forgot that they were primal predators. If things do not go their way, they can easily turn feral and uncontrollably sinister.

The Alpha and the wolves continue to struggle, and Soral doesn't think he will stand a chance against these scary creatures. Soral wants to run, but where would he go? He also wants to help the barbarian, but how? Soral's anxious gaze flies to the two other wolves that seem to be calculating his every move. They aren't attacking___ Yet. With a great show of strength, Vidarr twists the large wolf's neck, causing it to whimper painfully. Soral watch as the barbarian pulls out a dagger, slashing viciously into the animals throat, he withdraws and stabs again, plunging with a deadly stroke until the creature recoils in pain, and a loud mournful cry rumbles in the air before the wolf went stiff.

My wolf was upset. While Carson and I had been kissing on the couch, Eckley had been trying to talk to her. She was saying, 'See this is what talking to the Luna did! Eckley can sense me now! He is trying to talk to me. He is whispering to me, 'Love mate. Protect mate.' Ugh! Gross!'

“I’m not ready to share anything personal just yet. Please don't insist. - You are strange. - I lit a cigarette, opening the window, I said. - Nothing more than all of us. Bars answered thoughtfully. - Are you from this world? - I clarified. - Not. Bars replied quickly. “I'm just a werewolf. Other than turning into a snow leopard, I have no other abilities. - What about medicine? - Fox interrupted him. - My flock from the East Siberian taiga forests. Bars shared with us. - The climate is harsh there, but we have long adapted to life at an eternally sub-zero temperature. The indigenous people in the settlements often practiced Tibetan medicine. It was interesting to me. I became interested in

He looked at the panting messenger rushing toward them. "Kill her? No." Solanke said. Death was too easy for Velda. The wolf, covered in dark red blood but grinning triumphantly, reported, "We've captured eighteen and killed the rest." Solanke slowly reached out and caught a snowflake. It melted in his palm. Then, as if performing a ritual, he closed his eyes for a moment, opened them sharply, and declared, "All Western Tribes' werewolves, withdraw from Darkclaw Town."

I focus a bit more and notice that one of the wolves is Sylas; he has to be fighting Laslo. Sylas is a huge gray wolf, bigger than Laslo’s white wolf. Laslo’s wolf is swiping at Sylas, and his claws connect here and there. Sylas twists his body and kicks Laslo’s wolf, sending it flying into a tree. Laslo’s wolf lays at the base of the tree, sprawled out. Sylas marches to the tree base and hovers over Laslo’s wolf, snarling and biting. His jaw reaches over and grabs at the white wolf’s neck.

Some were frozen in running positions while others were stooped, cowering from an unknown force. The wolves were a different scenario. Some were crouched on their hind legs, fur bristling, and lips curled back into snarls as they prepared to launch themselves at the enemy. By looking into their eyes, you could see the hatred and slight fear as they wrestled with whatever foe was harming them. Other wolves were on the ground, injured. Some with chunks of skin torn out and others with scratch marks across their face and stomachs. Why was this so realistic?

As you can imagine, my connection with Vitor was very long, years and years of growing up, sharing people and moments, it was hard to disassociate myself from everything we lived through. - Anna told me that your date is beautiful, have you seen him? - my mother said, snapping me out of my thoughts again. - He's a brute! And a bush animal! - I said grumpily. - And how do you know all this? - she said confused. - I just know, the guy is so weird that he's living in the forest above, do you think that's acceptable? - Wow... really there? Anna told me she has a cabin, but she didn't tell me it was there! - I don't know why I felt in my heart that my mother wanted to say more than she did.

It's only as I draw closer do I realize it's Kennedy. He's a large, grey wolf and by far the most massive werewolf I have come across. He dwarfs even Hendrick or Ilya's wolves. I'm astounded-he must have been standing easily at over seven feet on his hind legs. White paws bigger than my hand thunder and shake the earth. He has a white underbelly and snout and his head and back are tan and grey. Dark streaks lining his eyes and sides and tail. No one has ever seen the Solari Wolves shift except the Solari. Those were the words that Jayden had said to me last year at the annual pack fights.

He was horrified by the image, so he immediately scrolled down to the website's context and read it. “Werewolves are people who morph into vicious wolves, according to some legends. The weaker ones look exactly like a normal wolf and can be seen in some cold weathered parts of the world. The powerful ones are mutants—a combination of human and wolf. They have a hairy human head with sharp fangs, elongated sharp claws, and a fur-covered human body. But both are bloodthirsty beasts who can not control their lust for killing. They have a thousand times more senses than anyone else—”