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I replied to him but as soon as I spelled the name ‘Paul’, I gasped. “What happened? What is it?” Karien inquired as he saw me gasped all of sudden. I looked at him and asked, “Do you remember what was the shade of the wolf fur, and how big was he?” “He had slightly golden brown, white-colored mix fur and not so big as I saw a werewolf in movies. I don’t think he was a strong wolf but he was there attacking those two guys before I got there and he ran off as soon as he saw me” He said recollecting the memories of last night.

It hit like a tidal wave, dragging me under all over again. I forced myself to stand, weak and shivering. As I turned toward the mirror, something caught my eye, just for a moment. My wolf was there, but not like any I’d ever seen, she was massive, jet black, darker than night, darker than death itself. Her eyes burned like fire, vivid orange flames dancing in a soulless void. I screamed and stumbled backward, crashing to the floor, my heart pounding like war drums. When I dared to look again, she was gone. Only my own reflection stared back, shaken. What are you? I thought, clutching my chest.

“Wish for what remains of the Chernoye Nebo Pack to perish within the next hour.” Sasha’s hands shook violently as the stone’s energy seeped into his skin. His face twisted, his lips parted, horror dawned on his face. But he still choked the words out as commanded. The stone glowed red. And before he could react, before he could even begin to beg for his life, I shifted into my wolf form and drove my claws into his chest, curling them around his still-beating heart. His body jerked. A choked gasp escaped him. Then I ripped.

River answers didn't happen to me, I just remember the pain and then blacking out. "I never felt as free as I did when I went wolf, I don't remember what my colour was, I should have looked at my paws," Kyler whines, they went wolf and were conscious are they lying? "Yeah me neither, I didn't think of it," River answers him with a shrug before turning to me. "Who got your wolf to come out?" River asks me. "Uhh...alpha Rowan I think," I answer him, he sweet-talked my wolf, and things went dark before I went wolf, I can't remember shit.

Outside, the sun was sinking over the ocean in a blaze of red, orange, and purple. It would have been a beautiful sight, except: It was the night of the full moon. As this reality struck me fully, I moved my hand away. She grasped my wrist and pushed it back between her legs. “Use your fingers” she said, her voice a whisper. We lived on Vukasin, an internment island for werewolves. It was rather like a leper colony, yet not without its luxuries.

--- **The First Vessel** The ground splits, vomiting a monolith of fused bone and tarnished silver. It's a ship's prow, its figurehead a woman with my face and the Rotmother's grin, her arms outstretched in offering or supplication. Eden traces the glyphs etched into her torso-First Wolf runes, their edges blurred by time. "A Vessel," he says. "They used these to traverse the Veil before it frayed." His scars flare as he reads the script. "This one carried a Stormbearer. It... didn't end well."

Silvia POV After Seersha Airwolf's statement, there is a short silence followed by many wolves talking at once. I notice Vuko frowning at her. "That's Seersha Aurorawolf," I say to him quietly. "Her pack was wiped out by what she calls 'Wildlands Wolves'. They were led by Alpha Ludo." Vuko looks at me sharply, then away. He sighs. "I'm beginning to think my father made up his own version of history," he says.

Commander Widmann paced around in his cabin, its window overlooking the bow of the ship. He had been waiting for days already with his Escort squadrons. Waiting for the word to set off. His ships had already taken position around the cargo ships in convoy. His Sword class frigate, the Falcon, took point in the formation. They were flanked by two Firestorm Frigates, the Vigel and Achilles. The formation was closed by the last Sword frigate, the Hydra.

the Forged used the Citadel’s massive cargo-harpoons—normally used for hauling ore—to snag the undercarriages of the low-flying dreadnoughts. They didn't climb the ropes. They used their internal Red Steam to power the winches at a catastrophic speed, yanking themselves upward. It was a reverse-paratroop. The Forged wolves hit the wooden decks of the airships like cannonballs, their mechanical claws ripping through the "sacred" mahogany of the Syndicate’s officers' quarters. The Critical Point On the deck of the Apex Ledger, Malakor stood behind a barrier of Null-Generators. He watched as Jace tore through a line of guards, the wolf's mechanical arm glowing a dull, angry red.

Silas said, "we might not be able to come back. The Reapers are 'Hardware,' Elara. They don't have code we can hack. They have cells we have to burn." "Then we'll burn them," I said. We stepped out onto the balcony. The city below was a warzone of green mist and shadow. The first ship was already deploying its ground forces—massive, obsidian-clad soldiers that moved with the speed of light. But as we prepared to leap, a new sound echoed across the sky. It wasn't the hum of the ship. It was a **Howl**. A massive, white wolf—five stories tall, made of pure light and chrome—leapt from the ruins of the Old District. It wasn't a shifter. It wasn't a ghost.