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My complaints fell on deaf ears, and he left me to start reading. My first choice was about werewolves. I was already involved with one, so it was only natural that I would want to know about them first. To my surprise, the book had nothing to do with learning about them. All it had were recipes and literature on how to kill them. I guessed this was the hunter's version and side of the supernatural world. I browsed through the others, and they were all the same. No wonder Gavin expected me to finish reading them in ten days. Seventy per cent of the books consisted of drawings and diagrams. I did not leave the library until it was evening. Too tired to eat, I had a sandwich and retired to my

Asteria was almost stumbling due to the sudden pressure, but all of a sudden it was gone in a blink of an eye, therefore, she wasn't affected that much. The two wolves sprawling on the ground looked haggard as the dirt covered their fur. Asteria's sight wasn't that great in the dim light, but she could still see that these wolves weren't dark in color, instead, their fur was brown. One had a darker shade of brown while the other one was lighter in color.

She continues to share links about fantastic creatures such as vampires, witches, and paranormal activities, and today's link is about werewolves. William was intrigued, so he clicked on the mentioned link. After the website loaded, William came across a photo of a humanoid that he couldn't tell if it was a woman or a man. It has long fangs and a hairy face and body. The eyes are red, and the nails are long and sharp. He was horrified by the image, so he immediately scrolled down to the website's context and read it.

The only thing that remained striking was her fiery red hair. The Volkov Pack knew it wouldn't be easy to break an older Vampire. So for days, they let her be. Despite the monster that they are, one cannot deny the beauty these living dead possess. Even Amarok would often catch himself just staring at her on the screen they kept on the other side of the room. He had to keep reminding himself that these creatures, as predators, use their ethereal beauty to catch their prey. And he isn’t about to be caught by one.

The floral circle was more than just a decorative arrangement; it was a reflection of the myriad emotions Shade harbored, a silent testament to the depths of his feelings. In the very core of this fragrant circle, Shade positioned a wooden figurine. The hand-carved piece, with every curve, line, and notch etched meticulously, depicted a majestic wolf, its head thrown back in a poignant howl to the silvery moon. It wasn’t just a mere artistic creation; it bore the essence of their pack's legacy and spirit. Such figurines were rare, handcrafted by adept artisans from bygone eras, and were treasured, often taking center stage in significant pack ceremonies and revered rituals.

Taking a deep breath, Lani continued inking his skin with gentle movements. Content with her work, Lani smiled. She'd finally finished the design she'd imagined in her head. It was the wolf from The Wolves' logo, drawn on all the riders' leather jackets, with a dripping rose in its mouth. Lani loved the wolf, though. It was a part of her and was a good decision on her behalf, now Scar could forever remember the girl from the other side.

Everything clean and organized. Then she noticed the art on the wall. A framed piece hanging above the side table. It looked old. Almost medieval in style. The colors were rich but faded like it had been painted centuries ago. Elena stood and walked closer. It was a wolf. But stylized. Powerful. Surrounded by symbols she didn’t recognize. And in the center was a girl. Young. Beautiful. Dressed in white. The wolf stood behind her like a guardian or maybe a predator. The whole thing felt both beautiful and unsettling.

Almost to his car, he could see Kaylan leaning up against his car, daring him to take her. "You're not the smartest, are you? Leave now. I'm not in the mood." He shoved past her but before he could put the key in the door, 2 wolves jumped out from behind him, while 3 more came from the front. "What's this? This is not my type of party, but I definitely like the party gifts, Kalyan." Lucas looked at her, his glowing blood. red eyes, and smoke aura coming out as Lucas's human had no choice but to allow the wolf emerge.

My eyes were fixated on the witch at the top of the stairs thinking of all the ways I could kill her. 'Her blood will taste amazing,' Cinnabar was huffing and pacing in my mind. He was the only reason I'd made small progress of moving my arms. We could feel through the connection that Eloise was in pain. She was distressed. 'The pups,' my wolf growled out. A snarl ripped through my lips sounding muffled but loud enough to make the witch turn to us once again. She rolled her orange eyes at me stepping down the stairs with her arms crossed.

Walker smiled, “You’re not the timid, little mouse I once thought you were so I don’t think you’re that scared.” “What if it’s something we don’t want to hear?” “Of course, it is. Evans is dragging us along, dragging this out. He needs backup. The wolves and witches get along better than they do with us.” “I’ve sold my paintings to some of the witches.” “Have you?” Walker raised an eyebrow, “Oh, I forgot you and your mother are vendors in Gideon.” “We are and I do miss her,” Roxie sniffled, “You promise she’s OK?”