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John felt his strength waning, and his hope dwindled even more when suddenly, the familiar echo rang in his head. "You're back!" he exclaimed to his lynx, relief coursing through him. "I was never really gone, John. I would never do that to you. We are one," his lynx comforted him."I had to go and refocus my energy so that we can still shift!" the lynx explained. "These fools don't even realize we don't smell like them," the lynx chuckled in John's mind. Amusement colored his voice as John questioned the connection between his ability to shift and the oblivious wolves.His lynx sighed mentally, "I wish I had time to explain it all, but let's focus on this for now.""Those wolves tried to knock you down with wolfsbane, but it's a dud on me; nightshade is the real troublemaker," his lynx spilled the beans. John, interest piqued, couldn't wrap his mind around wolfbane and nightshade. Were those actual herbs? Plants? Flowers? Or was his lynx just making up names? His lynx huffed in frust
The wolves retraced their steps through the encroaching twilight, the fading sky yielding to the first hints of dawn. Their heightened senses accompanied them as they neared the spot where Arlo awaited them. Returning to Arlo with empty hands, the air thickened with anticipation. Arlo's narrowed eyes and disappointment transformed into anger.Addressing his men, Arlo's frustration echoed in his voice, "What happened? Where is he?"Lenny, a cocky grin on his face, retorted, "He won't survive out there, Arlo. We did you a favor."Arlo's temper flared, "How can you be so sure?"Lenny chuckled, "Trust me, he's as good as dead. Probably food for the wildlife by now."Consumed by rage and fearing Lex's reaction, Arlo couldn't contain himself. In a fit of unbridled fury, he seized Lenny by the collar, his face contorted with anger. The other men took a step back, sensing the impending storm."How can you be sure?" Arlo demanded, his grip tightening.Lenny's smirk faded, replaced by a nervous
The sun, in its early quest to dispel the night, cast a gentle glow upon the still, serene road, anticipating the imminent presence of both humans and shifters. Mindful of avoiding undue attention, Carla led John along the well-worn path, seeking a secluded spot. Upon reaching a sufficiently hidden clearing, Carla, as if it was a normal thing to do, began peeling off her clothes.Taken aback, John's face flushed crimson, and he instinctively averted his gaze. Amused by John's discomfort, Carla couldn't contain her laughter. "You're unquestionably the quirkiest shifter I've encountered," she teased. Cutting him some slack, with a playful grin, Carla retreated behind a tree, discarding the rest of her attire with an easygoing demeanor. "Turn around... you'll know when, and no more freak-outs, please!" Carla admonished John with a mix of command and amusement. With audible bone-snaps, she underwent a breathtaking transformation. As John turned around, his sight fell on the majestic bear
Darius stormed through the pack territory, a mix of emotions churning within him as he sensed Michael and Fez entering the pack. Abandoning his discussion with a lead warrior, he sprinted towards them, a knot forming in his stomach. Three figures stood at the border, but the third person felt off, and Darius couldn't shake the unsettling feeling.Approaching them, his eyes widened as he saw his best tracker, Fez, and his third in command coming towards him with a girl. She clung to Michael, and his possessive grip around her only intensified Darius's unease. The absence of John's usual presence hit Darius with disappointment and concern."Alpha," Michael began, taking a step forward, yet refusing to release the girl from his grasp."Not here," Darius interrupted, his voice firm. He turned on his heels and started fast-walking towards the pack house, the trio obediently trailing behind him. As they walked, Darius sent a mindlink to Prius, urgency echoing in his tone."In my office, now!
The car hummed steadily along the winding road, and John's gaze remained fixed on the passing scenery. His thoughts wandered into a realm of unanswered questions, the weight of curiosity evident in his unfocused eyes. As he repeatedly glanced at Carla, the woman sensed his inner turmoil and met his gaze with a questioning look.Interrupting the rhythmic hum of the journey, John finally voiced his uncertainty, "How much longer?" But Carla, perceptive to the unspoken queries lingering in his eyes, proposed an intriguing distraction. "Okay, we have one hour and a bit to go. I'm getting tired, so I need your help. Let's play a game – one question for one question. What do you say?"Caught off guard, John timidly asked, "Just one?" Carla's boisterous laughter filled the car cabin. "Let's start with one; we'll have time for the rest once you've settled in."John, mouth agape, stared at her incredulously. Did she really say "settled"? Carla reassured him with a warm smile, "Hey, I can't let
Arlo's gaze lingers on Mia's retreating form, the moonlight casting a silvery glow on her bare skin. The night air is charged with a mix of lingering desire and the raw energy of the wolf within them. Mia's confident stride, despite a subtle limp, hints at the passion they shared only moments ago.As Arlo stands there, a trace of a satisfied smile plays on his Beta wolf face. The intensity of their connection, the rough handling that seems to define their encounters—it's a dance they both know well. Nothing surprises him anymore about the depth of Mia's desire and the wildness she craves.Meanwhile, Mia, with a determined air, leans forward, her body shifting seamlessly as she takes off in a swift run towards her pack house. Her mind buzzes with a fresh resolve, focused not just on the journey back to her pack but on a strategic plan to claim her place in the Alpha's bed.The rustling of leaves and the muffled sounds of approaching paws snap Arlo out of his contemplation. He turns, ey
The air hung heavy in the room as the meeting concluded. Darius, his mind racing with the weight of decisions, dismissed his beta, Prius, and third in command. There were plans to be made, but they had to wait for now.Turning his attention to Michael, Darius's voice softened, "Ensure Annie's well-being. Food, clothing, and a check-up. She'll be officially welcomed into the pack tomorrow, but today, she needs care." Annie head shoots to the Alpha direction, gratitude in her eyes, as she took in all the Alpha said. Michael stood, taking his mate with him and setting her down. With a quick nod to his Alpha he walks towards the office door.With Michael and Annie leaving the office, Prius hesitated, lingering behind. Ready to voice his concerns, he caught Darius's eyes. But before a word left his lips, the alpha raised a hand, a silent plea for a moment's reprieve."Not now, please, Prius," Darius uttered, his tone laced with defeat. The Alpha stood, his back to Prius while looking out
Carla cruised her Mustang along the outskirts of town, slowing down as they approached what resembled a roadside grill and bar. The exterior of the place painted a picture of warmth and welcome, with a sprawling porch adorned with fairy lights, enticing patrons to step inside. The wooden panels of the building displayed a mix of age and character, hinting at the stories hidden within its walls.A weathered wooden sign swung gently in the breeze, proudly displaying the name of the place: The Howler. Carla's grin widened as she noticed John's quizzical expression."I know, right?" she chuckled, gesturing towards the interior. "Sometimes, I surprise myself with the crap I come up with." She smirked, referring to the establishment's unique name. John couldn't help but see the humour in it; it was almost a mocking nod at Carla’s shifter nature.Parking at the back of the building, Carla explained, "We're going in from the back since we aren't opening for another couple of hours." The sun h