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But I didn't let it stop me as I ran as fast as I could towards the sound of the battle. The massive field that led to the pack was covered in blood and bodies and I felt my steps falter at the horrible sight. Even in my wolf form, my stomach churned and I fought not to vomit, peering through the smoke and chaos in search of my mates. I saw Greyson then, standing tall in his massive wolf form along with Jaxon and Kade. The three were standing over a female. I frowned, moving forward, trying to recognize her. I whimpered when I saw the body of Tally strewn over a large bolder, blood pouring from a giant bite wound at her throat. I hated this.

“The whole pack?” “Except the elders and the unmated women. They are at a safe house, enchanted by the witches. We have ten packs from up and down the coast being managed here. It seems hunters west of the Mississippi River aren’t as organized. Some had crossed the country when they learned Bowman had the white wolf.” Magnus gave me more details. “Bowman?” “Piers Bowman, head of the New York Chapter. He has the biggest following.” “The man with the cowboy hat? They are a misguided cult.”

I stepped on the gas and pulled forward. *** I heard them. Terrible howls, growls, thumps and whining. How many are there? The paved and unpaved road was left somewhere behind, the SUV broke through the forest road, ravines and dangerously close to oncoming trees. The headlights of the SUV illuminated a real massacre. The wolves moved at such a speed that it was difficult for me to make out how many there were. And which one is Reed and Morgan. No one paid attention to the car, like a pack of lions mistaking a jeep with tourists for a stone. I froze, not knowing what to do. There are more werewolves here than Reed thought. Keeping an eye on them, I found my Hachiko. My light wolf, visiting m

They were too great in numbers. The loud chattering of the curious crowd became silent as we saw our leader Bazaar Wharr accompanied by 7 of his strongest werewolf hunters. Werewolf hunters were the ones who search for werewolves and capture them so we can learn about their weaknesses. Over the years they have managed to find one weakness of them and that was metal or the piece of iron I saw within the werewolf boy I foolishly saved years ago. It can weaken and kill them if aimed at the right spot of their body. All eyes gazed upon Bazaar a 40-year-old white hair and dark eye man. He was in his armour with his sharp sword at his side. He was quite fit for his age and looked younger.

Her senses were on high alert as she scanned the darkness, searching for any sign of danger. Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows. It was a lone wolf, its eyes glowing with an unnatural light. Marinetta's heart raced as she realized it was a scout for Lysander's forces. "Everyone, on guard!" she shouted, drawing her weapon. The pack quickly sprang into action, forming a defensive circle around the camp. The lone wolf let out a piercing howl, and moments later, they were surrounded by a horde of dark creatures. The battle that ensued was fierce and chaotic. The dark creatures fought with a ferocity that matched the pack's determination, but Marinetta and her team held their ground. Wit

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.

Even with a quick glance, from the way they’d addressed Jeremy by name and their sheer size, she recognized that the first two must be elite warriors. Everyone knew the Grey Wolves had an elite team, the best of the best, in their fighters. Not that it made the other packmembers any less intimidating. Most of them she’d never seen before, but she recognized one of the guards. He’d led her cellblock. At the sight of her, he blanched.

As I hop out of my Range Rover, I see that a council elder is standing at the door waiting to greet me. It’s not a very far drive from Slick Paw to the council headquarters. Even though they have a chamber in Black Claw’s palace, their central offices are located about 2 hours away from our pack. It’s located on the edge of 4 pack territories and looks more like a four-story office building than anything else. From the outside and those not a part of the supernatural world, you would never know this is the seat of Wolf Nation, outside of our capital in Black Claw.

"But yes. We are going to drug him. But that's not your issue. Just focus on Mr. Wolfe." Chloe frowned as she was dragged towards the doors of the VIP suite. Two males that had shoulders as wide as the door and just as tall as it were guarding the empty hallway. They appeared to just be loitering but as she got close, Chloe could see their eyes watching everything around them. They weren't Nathaniel's men. They were too muscular to be. These were wolves that trained hard to be the ultimate apex predator. They didn't need guns to protect themselves. There was a wildness to them as well, as if they were made of petrichor, earth and rock from the unforgiving mountains. Chloe had the sudden urge

The wolf's bay carried through the air. Lucas wasted no time running towards the sound. Certain this was it, one of his soldiers found something. His paws hit the snow as he sped forward, gearing himself up for a fight. The baying continued and started moving towards the lodge. Lucas shifted his path knowing the howling wolf decided the best thing was to regroup there. It didn't take long for Lucas to arrive. An all too familiar scent filled the air. The wolf who was howling arrived first, he continued to make the call drawing everyone back.