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Why was he speaking in circles. “What are you trying to say?” I ran a hand through my hair and massaged my temples. I could feel a headache, a migraine coming on. “Which other organisation? We aren’t dealing with other species, though. Are we?” “No. They are also werewolves.” He said, looking up for a second. “I was going through some locked files in the house when I saw a book on wolf nomads. I thought it was a fictional book but it was like an autobiography.”

he paused, eyes searching hers for any hint of doubt. "So please, don’t think otherwise." Imogen’s eyes brightened, and a smile curved on her lips. "Sure… but you owe me big time." ************* Snow flipped through the pages, her eyes scanning the words carefully. She was clearly in the library. Since no one was home—her mom and dad were both busy with pack duties—she’d taken the chance to read. The book was about the beginnings of werewolves, their existence, and everything in between. Everything seemed normal, the same beats about being betrayed by a mate. Snow couldn’t help but softly bite her lip before shutting the book closed.

Pythagoras had heard of Richard’s inventions and invited him to see their work. That was when Richard first met Professor Fox—a man who shared his fascination, though with a far more ambitious vision. Fox didn’t just want to build better weapons. He wanted to build better men. An army of humans who were faster, stronger, and able to survive wounds that would normally kill them. To achieve this, Fox studied werewolf blood and its remarkable ability to heal. What made it so different? Could human blood be altered to carry the same traits?

As he stepped back to charge again, I shifted into my wolf. The door gave away as he crashed into it a final time. His wolf stumbled forward, and I used the loss of his momentum to launch onto his back, wrapping my jaw around as much of his neck as I could. The taste of his blood was rancid, and I clamped down as hard as possible before ripping my head away and taking as much tissue as I could with me. He stumbled for a moment before collapsing to the floor as an excess of blood pooled around him. My second kill.

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Werewolves are turning blue and some are even decapitated when in their wolf form. “Wait… I think I’ve read something like this before. I remember back at the library, while I was researching about myself. It was the same thing.” I remember reading about this in that old book at the library. I can’t be mistaken. It’s the exact same thing. I leaned back in my chair and whispered to myself, "This is exactly what the book said."

“And you stole his favorite bedtime book. So what did you learn from the human-concocted ‘werewolf legend’?” She flipped through the book, scanning several pages, and then gave a ladylike snort. “A human wrote it.” Caleb raised a brow. “What did it say?” “Why should you care? You already said humans don't have a clue.” “You’re right. So what did it say?” She cast him an annoyed look. “A Scandinavian white wolf was the first lupus garou.” Caleb laughed out loud. Diana threw the book into the backseat. “I told you it was a bunch of nonsense.” She glanced back at the vehicle following them. “Can you lose the SUV?”

Lya The book I had found on my bed was interesting, to say the least. It had been wrapped in an old cloth, and the warmth under my skin when I skimmed my hand over the cover confirmed it was embossed with silver. Given it seemed to be a book about werewolves, and we had a sensitivity to silver, that was a peculiar choice. I wondered if it was filled with information they didn’t want just anyone reading. I hadn’t gotten much into the book - just the introduction of the Wulver Pack, its location, and when it came into existence - when there was a knock on the door. I went over to open it, not at all surprised that Oliver was on the other side.

The first thing that caught my attention was the book she tried to hide from me in the library. It laid on her bed. I picked it up. “Lupus obscura.” I muttered out the title of the book, confused about the meaning. I flipped through the pages of the book, the meaning turned out to be a latin inspired word, meaning ‘Dark wolf.’ Dark wolf? I skimmed through. There's something written about red-eyed wolves and how dangerous they can be when they transform. It's the same thing Jacob talked about. He was right. Claudia is dangerous.

And what a thrill it was to feel freedom to the fullest. But this stupid creature was not going to turn off when he saw me on his way. I won't turn back either! My beast was driven by adrenaline from the anticipation of the hunt, and my heart beat wildly against the ribs. Jumping on the creature, I dug my claws into it, tearing its flesh. The wildling howled heart-rendingly, trying to throw me off. Will not work! Just because you're bigger doesn't mean you're stronger! I bit into his neck, trying to reach his throat. And all this time my fire did not go out! As a result, the victory was for me, and not even ashes remained from the enemy. My she-wolf was satisfied with the fight and was eager