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something seemed awfully off. Matt and his unit stayed back at the 'castle', as he likes to call it, making fun of me and my dislike towards traditional middle age terms still connected to our mode

more pressing, which without a doubt demand my personal attendance. Yet, something the pat

scent suppressants? These are the only plausible excuses how a trained patrol comprising some of the finest trackers and fig

eir own packs for serious offenses, only approaching each other for the sake of survival causes, not scientists and generals acting on an organized plan. Still, it remains a fact that we're now even outside pack

bout their number or target. Yet another unlikely rogue behavior. Instead of raiding and stealing what they can near t

in physical aspects. Practically any wolf could, with ease, get away with a petty theft towards a middle class human w

y mistake my progressiveness for weakness. Somehow, my more flexible and forgiving way of ruling the pack leads them to the conclusion that the Gold

what is their end game? I know my father had a stronger connection to neighboring witch covens and even made several not so pleasant choices to keep

look good. Not sure he can make it' Matt's mind link brings me back to

ught the two, but one fled. What

traditions of our kind. The good thing about him is that he knows that I'm very far from his own mentality and thoroughly respects it. Therefore, he never procee

Matt's question, my wolf's pent up frustration and anger, turns to wrath. He's scratching his way out and demands control. Neal and I usually form an inseparable team and this

dy for my attack, almost expecting that I'll go after him. Everything in his body stance screams he hasn't been accidentally cornered by a stronger

ldn't leave one of their own behind. He kept calling them his family, because, well... they had to act like one. If this is truly them, then everything we are facing today makes more sense. Under any other circumstances, I would have been feeling happy with my deci

all. We round each other cautiously in a primitive circular dance, with our gaze never leaving the opponent. There's no room for reconciliation.

ude and smell bring the worst type of monster out of him. I'm brutally forced back like a spectator in our body and actions, as he lungs at his opponent, no... his enemy... The male in fr

by his rear leg. He gets seriously injured, but doesn't give up. He knows he can't win, it's obvious. Still, he doesn't submit. This guy must have a clear death wish. He seems ready to take it to th

back into its human form. With his last breath, he lets out a very slight whisper I could easily have missed, had I not b

sorry. I had to do it

ft behind, completely confused. What on ea