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So far, fewremained. "All that is needed is to lay waste to this." His finger touched anunmarked spot and then to another. "And I see this ridiculousabduction coming to an end." There was a knock on his door, Lowell and porter walked in with ahuge grin on his face. "I take it, you have some good news." Volk looked up. "Going bythe brightness of your face." "Obviously, my Friend." Lowell and Porter stopped by the table."We've gotten information about the incident. But there is evenbigger news. Those wolves aren't part of a pack. However,they areto meet with an alpha in his territory a fortnight from now."

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.

Frozen in place, she watched as only half of the men on their side shifted and were terribly outnumbered, but they dove forward, nonetheless. Wilson's face appeared in front of her, shielding the view of the fight and he ushered her towards the cars, ready to escape. Her head turned back anyway, seeing a darker wolf jumping into the brawl and she assumed it must be Gil–the realization giving her a flicker of fear. He jumped over another wolf in an arial attack, slashing down at the enemy's face and preventing him from biting.

“They’ll need time to prepare.” My stomach twisted. The thought of other wolves fighting for me left me feeling uneasy. They had lives, after all. “Is that smart, though?” I stammered, “If they start gathering, won’t Solana notice? Besides, I don’t want any of them to get hurt. Isn’t there a way we can handle this without their help?” Ulrich pointed his fork at me, “Solana is calling on all manner of creatures that haven’t been seen since the dark ages. We’re going to need all the help we can get, kid.”

The noise echoed through the room. Charlotte didn't look back, and instead kept walking, her steps heavy with frustration. The door continued to shake from the impact, adding to the noise and making her exit even more dramatic. Trent stood tiredly in front of the bathroom mirror, his hand resting on the countertop as he splashed water onto his face. The tiny traces of blood that clung to his fingers were washed away as he rubbed his hands together under the running water. As he looked up at his reflection in the mirror, he could see the bags under his eyes and the exhaustion etched onto his face. He rubbed his forehead, feeling the throbbing pain of his hangover.

Lucien muttered. I answered the call and pressed it closer to my ear. “I have something to tell you.” My mother’s trembling voice echoed from the other end of the line. I sat upright on the bed. “And what is that?” “It’s about your father. You didn’t discover your wolf all this time because he cast a spell to keep it hidden. You have a really powerful wolf and he saw you as a threat.” “Wait wait, this is a lot. What are you trying to say?” I asked, my heart pounding in my chest.

In the blink of an eye, all that was left of them were dust from the utter speed. Fenrir observed them quietly and saw how they all had individual routes to go to. Everything looked so intricately planned, for an emergency problem. Every group was headed to a different town than the others. Out of curiosity, he followed one of the groups headed to the farthest town, Westerville. From Westerville’s church tower, he watched them from afar. Initially, the people were repulsed and frightened by the wolves, but those in the men were quick to explain the situation. With an explanation so simple yet effective to calm the townspeople.

On the screen was a scene I would probably never forget as long as I lived. Drone footage of a wolf running through the crowded streets of the marketplace was playing on the screen, with big, red, flashing letters at the bottom that read: “RAMPAGING ALPHA ATTACK UNSUSPECTING CITIZENS: LIVE FOOTAGE.” My stomach dropped. The wolf on the screen was enormous, with wiry black fur and dark eyes that were so distinct and familiar that it made me clap my free hand over my mouth in shock. “That’s Daddy,” Nora whispered, reading my mind.

A rustle of snow. A shadow moved. Then— A lone wolf stepped out of the darkness. Massive. Black fur. Eyes glowing silver. Rylan stiffened instantly. “Not possible.” Kade swore. “That can’t be—” Lyra’s heartbeat tripped. The wolf lowered its head… in a bow. “What is that?” she whispered. Rylan’s voice was barely human. “A sentinel.” Lyra’s breath caught. Sentinels were ancient wolves said to serve only one bloodline—one house. A house believed extinct.