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Her actions were surprising to everybody because they had all been working together for several years and not once, even when she was an intern, did she offer to go for a coffee run? “I know what you want,” she approached Grayson with a sexy, suggestive smile. “Black coffee with a splash of milk.” Marina was the only female pack member born naturally within the last 20 years, and most of the single men longed for her attention, hoping to be the next generation of successful breeders. Women born as a werewolf were slowly dwindling, and they attributed it to the virus that swept across the nation half a century ago, making most of the women ill.

The she wolf that killed a rogue and took control of a pack when she was only Ten. Women in the werewolf world are all submissive and weak. Not that I have anything against a weak women ,no quite the opposite but women should be given opportunities to become something else and have other titles. In the werewolf world apart from my pack the black moon pack , the Alpha in charge doesn't allow female to be pack warriors or have another title there are only seen as omega and Luna’s. The only thing they do is spread their legs when there mate wants sex and cook food for their pack.

The two girls chorused in unison and Riya rolled her eyes as she realized that she had been defeated. “That does not make any sense at all, would it not just be better to just run around the streets and howl at the moon like true Lycanthropy believers?” Riya said sarcastically and sat on the couch beside Issa. “Since traditionally Werewolves turn at the sighting of a full moon, and we can’t do that so we are simply paying homage to them by doing a werewolf and Lycan movie marathon. You don’t have to watch it if you don’t want to and if you are in the mood to howl at the moon you should definitely have at it.” Sheila answered cheekily and joined them on the couch.

Yay, me. The visitors we were scheduled to greet were an Alpha and his Luna from a pack not too far from us. I wasn’t always dragged out for these things. Usually my mother made an appointment or planned some unfortunate conflicting schedule issue. That way she wouldn’t have to deal with pretending she cared. These visitors had come to talk to my father about the recent uptake in supernatural activities affecting our communities. Strange monsters had been attacking young werewolves across the country. The weird thing was that they only attacked young women. There was even an occasion where an androgynous looking woman was apparently harassed. That seemed to prove they were targeting women an

Her Dad and the rest was fuzzy. “Dude, what the…” a male voice was saying from the living room, when a sound that seemed like a punch, shut him up. In one swift motion, she was up. She looked at her dressing. She was still in her skinny jeans and leather jacket. The one she wore when she returned the previous day. Werewolves were blessed with super hearing, super speed, fast healing. In another swift motion, she was at the door of her living room. The room was a mess. Broken furnitures, broken glasses, splatters of blood. Some fractures of woods sticking out from the wall.

“Or, maybe it’s just because I was born into the werewolf world that it seems easier.” “Do they breed their young girls against their will like the werewolves do?” I asked with a disgusted tone. “Vampires look at sex much differently than the wolves,” she said. “Wolves are similar to humans. They get off on pornography and violent sex acts like…” I grabbed her hand and squeezed it. I knew that she was referring to the night she’d been raped and then disemboweled on film. I didn’t want her to have to relive that by talking about it.

Kenji mumbled to himself. But then, Maddie was sweating so hard. It seemed like she was having a hard time breathing. Inside her dream: “Mom and Dad?” “Denise! Run!” Her mom screamed and then her head was crushed by that werewolf. ‘Huh? Why am I seeing this scene again? I want to save them!’ Maddie thought. She then ran away but the werewolf jumped in front of her and stopped her from running. Her eyes widened and then she was killed by the werewolf instantly.

He is deep in thought. “I needed time alone. I won't lie. I liked the attention. It was fun. Maybe the girls were a bit annoying,” he scrunches his nose. “You mean those girls who wanted more than just a hookup? Many would have done anything to become Luna or Beta mate.” I’m not magnifying it. Women like power just as much as men. But in a werewolf pack, they have limited options. Even more limited than in human society. “Yes, some girls were relentless. And some still are.”

I ask, my voice barely above a whisper. Dad nods, his face hard, like he’s reliving every bit of anger he must have felt when he first heard it. "Werewolf women are stronger and a shewolf with a strong bloodlines are rare. To them, she’s nothing but a way to create powerful hunters... hybrids that are not wolves yet they possess their strength." I feel sick. This isn’t just cruelty. This is something darker, something twisted beyond belief.

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