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feeling. I'm beginning to panic. I can't wrap my mind around how I could be a wolf! How is this possible? I ask myself out loud as I'm pacing the yard. I feel that same feeling; my eyes are burning, my heart is beating fast, and my fingers are hurting this time more than the first time, causing me to scream so loud that my sisters come running outside. I'm now at my knees, holding my eyes shut and my hands in the pockets of my hoodie. They get to my side asking what's wrong, trying to help me up in trying to hide what's happening to me, but the pain is so intense I can't fight it monaye grabs my left hand out of my pocket when I fall over in intense pain she looks at my hand and drops it qu

All of it. I pressed my hand against the cabin door. The wood was rough, familiar. Inside, I kept supplies. Medicine. Food. Books my father would burn if he found them. This was my secret. My rebellion. The only thing in my life that was mine. The wind shifted. Blood. Fresh blood. Close. My wolf surged forward, alert. Someone was hurt. Someone was on our land. I should run back. Alert the patrol. But something pulled me forward. Something that made my heart race and my wolf pace anxiously inside my chest.

A picture of a wolf stared right back at her. Intricately drawn, almost just like the mural of a wolf in the sitting room. It's eyes deep and almost staring right through her. Another book about wolves? Hazel remembered the book she had picked from the library not long before. It was also a book on wolves was it not. The Wolf Within it was called. She had barely bothered to read much about it. But seeing this book too was on wolves. Should that not play any significance?

--Alyssa-- I was deeply engrossed in the book I had found. It was believed that the white wolves were the first of their kind to come into existence, blessed with extraordinary powers. They had the ability to heal, control the earth and everything within it, and even communicate directly with the moon goddess. These gifts made them revered but also envied, and eventually, the other wolves' jealousy led to a devastating purge aimed at eliminating the white wolves entirely.

“I think when she turns eighteen her wolf will appear. Her lungs shouldn’t have healed so quickly, I am going to assume her wolf is stirring.” “Dr. Sully do you know anything about the blood red wolf?” “Ahh the cursed wolf legend. I have an old book about them.” “I’d like to take a look at, if you don’t mind.” “Not at all Alpha, just be careful. It’s old and very fragile. I need to copy all it’s content into a new book so we don’t lose that information.” “I’ll be careful. I’ll come over once I know Haley is awake.”

because I really feel like I'm not one of them. I am pale, no amount of basking in the sun could change my complexion, and trust me, I've tried. I am small, I am only as tall as ten-year old wolf-cubs, barely five feet tall. And my eyes are purple! How weird is that?! Wolves I know usually have eyes as dark as night, or as brown as earth or as gold as the sun! I bet no one has noticed it yet because of the low light but in the morning, everyone will notice and I bet that would make me an alien of some sort!

If Naomi could choose one way to describe Molly right now she'd go with 'in her element'. The woman was literally overjoyed finally getting to smugly tell her clever story of how she'd engineered this. "You were all so easy to manipulate. Now i will have the blood of the last of the white wolves and I will gift it to my daughter and we will be unstoppable." she crowed gleefully. Naomi didn't know what she was referring to.

He's letting me know he could kill me but he isn't yet. "Why would I believe anything you say?" I whisper, meeting his eyes again. Hate pours from them. "In the books mates would never hurt each other." He smirks. "Life isn't a story book, Princess. Mates kill each other. Mates hurt each other. If a she wolf doesn't submit to her mate, she gets hurt. If she does not obey, she gets hurt. Understood?" He pushes his knee into my thigh. I bite my lip to keep from crying out but he sees the pain in my eyes. He chuckles low.

I settled into a quiet corner, hoping to lose myself in the story. The book started like any other werewolf novel, talking about full moons and shifting. But then, I turned the page and my breath caught. There was a picture. Not the usual handsome man turning into a wolf, this was different. This wolf was massive with glowing red eyes and thick, dark fur. The caption underneath read, “Cursed Alphas.” It looked… powerful. Intimidating.

He paused, his eyes scanning my face for any sign of understanding. “I couldn't help but laugh, I guess either I'm hearing things or I'm not the only crazy one in the room.” Zayn stepped closer, his movements deliberate and careful, as if I might bolt at any moment. “You’re a wolf,” he said, his voice steady. “You always have been. You just didn’t know it yet.” I burst out in laughter once again, sharp and bitter, verging on hysteria. “You’re insane. This is insane.”