The Queen of Werewolf

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from the gash on her shoulder, staining her clothes. Her vision began to blur, a haze slowly creepin

. But as her feet reached the front yard, the world around her spun,

s eyes fluttered open. She found herself staring at the ceiling of an unfam

wake," said a

d woman sitting by the bedside, her

tried to sit up, but a sharp pain shot through her sho

the old woman said softly. "Y

now wrapped neatly in white clo

you lying in my garden last night. It looked li

piece together the fragments of

ed, her tone calm and reassuring. "Even with

-healing was slow, her physical enduran

above a whisper. She realized that this kind old woman

t? Stay here for a while, at least until it heals,"

n't know where else to go, especially in her current condition. With a resigned

is expression tense and strained. The heat phase had set in, tormenting him ever si

a Beta of the Vortex pack, as he entered the room. He cou

an asked, his frustration evide

g trouble tracking her bec

mixture of desperation and determinatio

appointment, the forest yielding no trace of the girl who had been haunting his thoughts. Yet, he refus

her presence. And then, finally, he caught it-the same i

wolf spirit within Lucian, his

sh, following the trail until it led him to a small house, secluded in the heart of t

lf form, crept closer,

rom behind a tree. Her heart leaped in her chest, her mind immediately flashing back to the rogue wolf that had attac

!" she stammered, her voice trembling

came a low, soothing voice. "I h

had ever seen. Its thick, brown fur gleamed under the pale light of the moon, rippling with each subtle movement. For a mome

wn struggles. Unlike this magnificent creatu

u want?!" s

intense, almost hypnotic gaze. Slowly, it took a step

ant