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Flopping down on the bed, I’d ordered an Alaskan King, the largest bed possible. A whole 108” by 108” of memory foam that boasted the best cooling air flow to cool even the hottest werewolf down. Or so the representative I spoke to advised. It was nice, softer than anything I’d slept on in my entire life. Luxurious couldn’t even begin to describe how I felt in this room. It was like a dream. A dream that if I woke up from, I’m not sure I could take the pain of it all.

Lauren was on the concrete floor, pinned beneath a massive dark wolf whose size defied reason. Not just larger than average— larger than anything I had ever seen, almost the size of a lycan. Her body was trembling, her limbs twisted at angles that made my stomach churn, blood matting her clothes, her face a mask of terror so raw it almost didn’t look human anymore. Almost…

As she turned to the next page she wondered not for the first time what on earth her grandparents were doing with a book like this? It just didn't seem like their reading style. It is a mistaken assumption that a werewolf can only shift during a full moon or even any kind of moonlight. The shift can take place at any time of day or night and depends on the circumstances. But they must change at least once every forty-eight hours or the gene in their blood will create havoc in their system."

I encouraged my wolf and her howl boomed loudly around the room in response. I chuckled as I watched Finn's wolf stiffen and his eyes widen as he finally scanned over our monumental wolf form. The silly pup had been so impatient in attacking us he'd not had a chance to size us up properly. My wolf form was over a foot taller than his, and about 25lbs heavier I'd say. The average werewolf is only slightly bigger than your normal everyday Timberwolf. Finn is roughly in-between my size and a large sized werewolf.

With their men's hiding in the White Wolf lair, the access of information was very easy. "One White Wolf's soldiers group consisted of five members. 3 boys, 1 girls and 1 gay." Jason caught Alexander attention as he raised his head and looked at him. His eyes were sparkling with amusement at what he heard. This news was very rare to be heard of among the White Wolf's Clan.

The black wolf huffed. “Here,” Lauren returned with a teddy bear and a nightie. “Oh,” she blinked at the two werewolves. “They’re bigger than I expected,” she said in surprise. “I thought they’d be more wolf-sized. But they’re like man-sized wolves. Here,” she held out the child’s possessions gingerly. “These should have Jessica’s scent.” Rhett stepped up and inhaled, nuzzling into the teddy bear and then the nightgown before stepping back to allow Cameron to the same. They exchanged a look.

“We need to get out of here first.” I chanced a glance at Andre’s wolf as he lay sprawled on the forest floor, the heaving branch lying a few inches away from him. His form was massive, much larger than Clay or any other wolf I had seen and it was almost impossible to have a werewolf this large. This was the first time I had ever seen one so big and now that I had sensed the power from the wolf, I knew Andre had been lying about his age. He had to be the same age, or even older than Malachi.

Jonah said. Michaels son was in the middle of his adolescence. In human years he was in his mid-twenties but to a werewolf he was but a pup. They lived long lives, his daughter was now over one hundred years old, the boy was only twenty-five. He hated to see another life chained to the Goddess for eternal servitude again. “Your daughter was his age.” “It will destroy him just as it has her.”

I took one more photo, then retreated inside and locked the door behind me. G****e was not reassuring. I sat at the kitchen table, laptop open, .22 within arm's reach, and fell down a rabbit hole of wildlife identification pages. Gray wolf tracks averaged four to five inches. Red wolves, smaller. Coyotes, smaller still. The largest domestic dogs — Great Danes, Irish Wolfhounds — topped out around five inches, maybe five and a half. Six inches was off the charts. I scrolled through image after image, comparing them to the photos on my phone. The shape was right — four toes, claw marks, the distinctive triangular pad. But the size was wrong. Everything about this was wrong.