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The world tilted. Heat, sharp, impossible heatsurged through Elara’s chest and down her spine like lightning trapped under skin. Her breath caught. Her knees nearly buckled. Something inside her snapped taut, a cord pulled so tight it hummed. She had never felt anything like it. It wasn’t fear. It wasn’t attraction. It was recognition. As though some ancient part of her had been waiting her whole life for this exact moment, this exact man. The mate bond. She had read about it in forbidden books hidden under floorboards. Werewolves felt it with their own kind. Never with humans. Never.

“She was not originally, but once she knew what we were, she asked to become one of us and on the night of their mating ceremony, my father’s mother performed the sacred ritual of transformation and she became a werewolf after she and Weruona were joined as mates.” When the Zorraya stepped away from her mate, Erin recognized her as the younger version of Dame La’Toya Black, the matriarch of the Black clan in Fairbanks. “I am pleased to finally meet you, Edvana,” said Zorraya, coming to join Erin and Danshak where they sat on a wooden bench. “I am Zorraya, Weruona’s wife, and I am delighted to welcome you into the Smallchief family.” “Thank you,” said Erin, warmed by the woman’s friendliness.

I accused, my voice trembling with hurt and betrayal. Drake's anguished cry pierced the air. "No, Yvonne, I would never betray you like that. I swear it," he pleaded, desperation evident in his voice. I stared at him, disbelief mingling with the pain in my heart. "Then how? How do you know about werewolves and vampires?" I demanded, my voice barely above a whisper. With a heavy heart, Drake approached me, his expression filled with sorrow. "I know who you are, Yvonne Brooks. The daughter of Arthur and Catherine Brooks, the heiress of the Moonlight Pack. I know that you're a werewolf," he confessed softly.

“It’s possible, but rare. It’s really only with those who were never intended to be a werewolf.” “You sound as if the werewolf was created like man was created,” I chuckled. “The werewolf is a species transplanted from another planet, as is the vampire and the elf,” she said with the smugness of someone who was all knowing. I sat in silence while I tried to absorb what she was telling me. As crazy as it was, I was actually beginning to believe it. “Can I pry a little?” Cindy asked. “Sure,” I said apprehensively. “I guess.”

I tried to ask hoping they had an answer for me because nothing about the Kingsley boys ever makes sense to me. “oh come on, I’m sure you have read at least one werewolf teen novel in your life” Axel remarked only to be swatted on his arm by his twin to silence him. He wasn’t wrong, obviously I have read a few of those kind of books but they are just made up romance’s for teens to fantasise about. “Yeah but they were just fiction, right?” I spoke my thoughts out loud, the question earning a chuckle from the twins.

“From what I found out, the Alpha seemed to be searching for some men. I think he found some which were in the pack house and some outside the pack house.” I creased my brie in a frown as I still did not understand what this meant. “So, did you dig deeper about whom these men might be?” “Sure, I did. I found out they all had something to do with a woman named Selene.” “What?” Shane isn't from the pack, so he has no idea who Selene was. "Are you sure of what you just said? I meant are you certain you didn't hear the name wrongly?” “I couldn't have gotten such a bake wrongly. It's common among female Werewolves, since the goddess name is Selene as well.

the glowing and fun loving aunt was gone. “Why do you say that?” I asked politely. “Oh dear don’t you know the prophecy?” Hannah’s mom approached me and caressed my back. “What prophecy?” “A Lycan and a werewolf can never have a happy ending. Only misery, pain and blood will follow. The weak one always ends up losing their life in the marriage. And we all know that between a Lycan and a werewolf whose wolf does not obey her, who is the weak one.” “I know that prophecy.” I stated.

I shrugged, clearly unaffected. “Should I have walked up to her and be like: ‘Hey Alice, did you know you’re my mate even though you know nothing about werewolves. I’m trying to scare you away’” My voice held a tone of frustration “She’ll find out herself. Besides, she has her parents to guide her through, I’m sure it won’t take so long” “Anyway, how are the new werewolves settling?” This was me brushing off the topic. I didn’t want to talk about it any further. Both Zara and Thaddeus sighed, shaking their heads at my indifference

{Hola} Planning for our ceremony has been underway for a few weeks now and needless to say, I've been intensely stressed about it. The invites, catering, the dress code, and oh my gown. The number of gowns I have tried on is completely mind-boggling. I have yet to find the one that I feel suits me for accepting my title as Luna Wire and I'm running out of time. Luna queen. I still could not get over the shock when the werewolf community decided to have a king to overlook the affairs of the entire wolf species irrespective of their packs.

Somehow the desire and need still hadn’t left his eyes. I signed, turning back to the now drained mojito. Apparently I’d finished it and not even noticed. This shouldn’t have happened. With humans, yes, it was possible that one bite could lead to desire and in extreme cases, obsession. Con of being a succubus. But it had never happened with another werewolf before. Is it possible what he felt was genuine? Maybe. Who really knew? It’s not like there were loads of other wolf-succubuses around to talk to. In my 300 years, I’d met one other, and she met an unfortunate end thanks to a couple vampire hunters and a stake in the 1870s.