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Cyrus, the largest grey wolf, stepped towards us and bent his head, revering our newest member. Esmerelda followed my gaze and was startled. She tried to get up but kept falling down, unable to coordinate her four legs. Her whines and whimpers tugged at my heart. Cyrus took another step, and Magnus howled long and soulfully, freaking her out. Terror consumed her as she adjusted and flew on top of a granite boulder. She looked at me in utter betrayal before leaping off the rock and sprinting effortlessly over the line of wolves. Her white fur streaked against the dark green mountainside as we all paused in awe.

Why? “What’s a solar wolf now?” I ask and get back on my feet. “They are powerful wolves like the celestial wolves,” Another man whose name I don’t know and don’t give a fuck about, replies. “Not just powerful, they are dangerous,” my dark self adds. “They don’t follow rules like the celestial wolves do and can be ruthless when it comes to killing anyone.” I raise a brow at him. It's hypocritical that he’s saying this when he’s following a path that leads to destruction.

“Rafael… Rafael’s army has arrived.” Killian’s forces tried to regroup, but before they could, another wave of wolves appeared. This time, they came from the south. Leading them was a massive red wolf, its fur blazing like fire under the bright sun. The wolf stood on a rocky outcrop, her stance commanding as she let out a powerful howl. The sound echoed across the battlefield, sharp and clear, like a command. Half of Killian's army froze at that, their movements stopping as if held by invisible chains. She howled again, louder this time, and something incredible happened—the warriors turned toward her. Slowly, they bowed, then, without hesitation, rushed to join her side.

But it had happened to the Gray’s; one of the strongest breeds of our kind. Though she had the signature silver blonde hair of a white wolf, Wilda had not turned or showed the signs of turning when she had turned thirteen, as most white wolves did. The situation had been of interest to packs around the Crimson Hills pack that was led by her late father, may the moon goddess rest his soul, and many had thought that perhaps she was a late bloomer.

What is her gift? - We, by virtue of nature, cannot freely communicate with animals, they are afraid of us, - she began to explain, - and werewolves with such a gift not only approach any animals calmly, but also feel their life streams. For example, you can say that your head hurts, show where it hurts, and werewolves with such a gift feel it. They are excellent veterinarians and are highly valued at our fur farms. In our flock, sable, arctic fox, marten, ermine are bred. A very profitable business. I still don't get what's wrong? A wonderful gift, - but I thought to myself that I don’t have a gift at all.

The muzzle of the wolf, grinning and splashing with saliva, clicked in the face of the man, while Ar chuckled contentedly, throwing off his turn. - Well, shall we dance? - mocking, repeated the words of Mark. “Let’s dance,” Mark repeated, stretching his lips into a bloody smile. Arnar sensed the approaching danger from behind and heard Vitali's cry: - Behind! — Violating the order to stay in the territory, he rushed to the rescue. The werewolf flew off, slamming like a stone wall into the body of the High Vampire that appeared out of nowhere. A sweetish aroma enveloped Arnar and forced him to exhale convulsively from the pain spreading in his back.

I ask her next, maybe that got something to do with me dying. "White wolves don't exist," Moira dismiss me again. "The alpha said they do," I answer her, he said one of us is white, and since the other two remember their wolves and dream of them, they knew for sure they aren't the white one. "Maybe they do but they are extremely rare," Moira says, they are rare cause they die, I know that, I'm pretty sure of that now. "Hey, Moira, little guy," alpha Rowan says joining us in the room, he shared a look with my sister and then a silent conversation went between them two, it's the way their eyes shifted and moved as they glared at each other.

If one wolf could jump on it, one or more of them could come at us from above. We stepped in tandem, our sparring paying off. We gradually moved to the side until we were far enough away from the Humvee. Snarls and growls filled the air. One of the wolves Talon fought, shrieked. It was so loud, it hurt my ears. What was Talon fighting them with? I wondered. Two wolves were now facing me. The other three had to be attacking Sable. I didn’t see Vilkas in his human shape and figured he’d shifted. I advanced on my two and Sable stayed at my back with a foot separating us. I could feel his energy.

she said angrily. “Hazel things are complicated here, we don’t know what is happening in our pack, wolves are unable to find mates, they are living their lives like a robot,” said Jacob sadly. “Your father promised Althea he would not go anywhere the night they spent together, but the next day he left, after I met Jacob in a cave he was also aggressive like Tyler, even his wolf was not recognizing mine, It was a dead end to me until he fights and his wolf came out of some trance, we still don’t know what trance is this, he decided to go back to know, since then he is living there,” said Wanda sadly.

Next they fell into the ravine, while Welkin just stared at them from above as he shook his head in annoyance at the noise of the children with him. He was about to jump into the ravine to follow when someone suddenly pushed him, causing him to jump into a big tree. He could no longer reach his sword which spewed in the distance. The wolf's plumage is black and its eyes are blue. It slowly walked closer to Welkin as its saliva continued to drip. ... Ataraxis POV