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Everyone who got slapped by his sharp tail dropped to the ground, either bleeding or a corpse. I tried to convince Mr. James and Randolph to stop the battle. But none of them listened to me anymore. My wolf even got a slap by Eric's tail which resulted in me stumbling to the ground a few times. As the last of the werewolves retreated, I stumbled forward, tears streaming down my face. Jackson caught me, holding me up as I sobbed. "Why are you still here, Jackson?" I asked him before I gritted my teeth when my body was burning all over. My eyes could even see how deep the cut in my left rib was.

However standing in front of her, A friend, a beta werewolf who seems to recognize her and refuses to attack, instead he runs away. "How long can you keep that act up!" She raised her blade and swung at a nearby tree shattered it and sending the chunks flying towards Jason again. (Oh come on! I've had it!) the wolf vexed and stops in his tracks only to then lunge at the red haired girl. "Finally showing your true colors!" Clara said as she took her stance however. 'Chomp!' the wolf grabs a large tree branch mid air and swings it at Clara surprising her. (He's using weapons?! But a wolf can't!) She bit down hard as she's flung aside.

My voice was soft as tears brimmed her eyes. She pointed her finger at a group of four guys, they were werewolves, drinking and laughing. "They forced me to dance with them. When I refused they became forceful. The grey shirt guy held my arm so tightly and when I yanked my arms my sleeve ripped," She said.

“You already said they are hybrids. I’ve explained as much as I could about werewolves being real. However, I cannot prove it.” “Prove it?” Austin furrowed his brow. “You called me here to strip for your girlfriend and her kids? That’s messed up.” Austin chuckled. “Strip? Whoa, he’s going to strip?” River and Sage shared a curious look as they sized Austin up. “No one is stripping!” I shouted. “Why would your son need to, as he calls it, strip?” I questioned, looking at Hale. “When a werewolf shifts to their wolf, their human clothes are torn. Austin is being crass about it, but he would need to undress to avoid ripping his clothes.” Hale explained.

change. It was a grotesque, beautiful horror. Bones snapped and elongated. Skin rippled as fur retreated into pores. In a matter of seconds, three naked, panting men stood in the dirt, their bodies covered in scars and fresh, bleeding gashes. "He’s losing his grip, boys," one of the men spat, wiping blood from his mouth. "An Alpha who can't control his hunger for a human girl is a liability." The black wolf—Zayden—didn't shift. He stood his ground, a low, earth-shaking growl vibrating through his massive chest. His golden eyes locked onto the men, a silent promise of death.