Taking a seat, I gathered my courage and glanced at the chancellor, who emanated an aura of wisdom and insight. The question burned on my tongue, eager to be unleashed."Do you believe in the supernatural?" I asked, my voice steady but laced with anticipation.The chancellor leaned back in their chair, his expression contemplative. His eyes seemed to gaze into the depths of my soul, as if discerning the truth hidden within my query. A moment passed, pregnant with profound meaning, before he spoke."The supernatural," the chancellor began, his voice carrying a weight of experience, "is a realm intertwined with the mysteries of our existence. It encompasses the unexplained, the extraordinary, and the aspects of life that defy our current understanding. While some may dismiss it as mere folklore or imagination, there are forces at work in this world that lie beyond the boundaries of what we can comprehend."His words hung in the air, opening up a realm of possibilities. The answer was ne

A mixture of emotions swirled within me. Confusion, doubt, and an inexplicable pull towards her that defied all reason. "I don't know," I confessed, my voice barely a whisper. "But there's something about her, something that draws me to her like no other. I can't ignore it."Jason, his loyalty unwavering, placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder. "Levi, our pack has always been guided by the wisdom of our ancestors. We must trust in their teachings, but also in our own instincts. There may be more to this than we understand."His words resonated deep within me, a reminder that sometimes the path we walk defies the conventional, challenging the boundaries of what we thought we knew. In that moment, I made a silent vow to uncover the truth, to unravel the enigma that surrounded my mate, and to protect her, wolf or no wolf.Jason's voice cut through the tense atmosphere, laced with both curiosity and a hint of mischievousness. "Levi, how did you even find out that your mate doesn't have a

I navigated through the labyrinth of shelves, my fingers lightly brushing against the spines of countless books. Each step brought me closer to the history section, where I hoped to find answers about the enigmatic City of Grapetown and its connection with Werewolves.As I perused the rows of books, my eyes scanning the titles, a wave of frustration threatened to consume me. The volumes before me chronicled mundane aspects of the city's past tales of past mayors, architectural developments, and other seemingly irrelevant details. My heart sank, for I had hoped to find something more profound, something that would unravel the mysteries that had captivated my thoughts.Feeling disheartened, I found solace in the nearby book section, sinking into a plush armchair. I gazed around, my eyes tracing the spines of various books, seeking a momentary respite from my disappointment.And then, as if by some miraculous twist of fate, my gaze landed on a book with a black cover adorned with a strik

Levi’s POV:As I raced through the streets with the speed of my intermediate form, a sense of urgency propelled me forward. The unusual aura that surrounded the city library had set off alarm bells within me, an instinctual warning that something was amiss. Without hesitation, I abruptly left the meeting with my pack mates, my focus solely on uncovering the source of this disturbance.Arriving at the library, I stealthily maneuvered through the chaos, my heightened senses attuned to every sound and movement. The air crackled with an otherworldly energy, and my gaze swept through the room, searching for any sign of what had caused this disruption.And then, my eyes locked onto her, Jasmine, my mate to be. Her beautiful figure weaving through the aisles, desperate to escape the clutches of the strange aura that pursued her. Time seemed to stand still as our gazes met, an unspoken recognition passing between us. Without a second thought, I made my way towards her, my voice echoing throug

“Young man," he said, his voice laced with an undercurrent of hidden emotions, "I sense a familiarity about you. Have we met before?"I paused, caught off guard by his remark. "I... I'm not sure," I stammered, trying to collect my thoughts. "I don't recall ever meeting you Sir. But there's something about you that feels... familiar."Jasmine's mother, interjected with a warm smile. "Perhaps it's just a coincidence, dear," she said soothingly. "We're grateful you brought Jasmine home safely. You must be tired after such a long journey. Why don't you stay for dinner? We'd love to hear the story of your adventure."I hesitated, my instincts telling me that there was more to Mr. Thompson's familiarity than mere chance. But their kindness and hospitality were genuine, and I couldn't ignore the invitation. "Thank you, Ma’am ," I replied, my voice tinged with gratitude. "I would be honoured to join you for dinner."As we gathered around the table, the atmosphere shifted. There was an underly