Subjugate my dominant wolf nature and accept my new and awkward human form. Was as if I were sixteen again, fighting the seemingly insurmountable battle to Throat and unleash our venom into her bloodstream as our seed flooded her womb.ĭay and night, he howled for her blood and sex, clawing at me to claim her. Since then, my thoughts hadīeen overrun by the beast’s need to taste the seer’s blood, to tear into her Wolf had demanded we mount her on the spot. For the past one hundred and eight years since my mate It had started nine weeks ago-the moment I’dįirst scented Lauren. Suppression, my true monster nature was reemerging, and he was swiftly Was devolving-regressing to my original, primal self. I could no longer deny the reality I was facing: I With each passing day, my human self remained in theĭriver’s seat less and less.

Lately, it had been happening too quickly, andįar too frequently. I sensed my eyes shifting, my claws extending. His scent was all over her, the arctic beast within me raged. With every step that took me deeper into the woods behind Lauren’sĭormitory-closer to the scent of Mike Salvatella-it became harder to subvert my With each step I took, I fought my inner wolf. Must’ve been distorted somehow-exaggerated by her emotional response to what Despite the shocking clarity of her vision, it Into one of those brutal attacks that was simply unfathomable. But Lauren’s vision had presented a bird’s-eye view Remembered being repeatedly mauled within an inch of my life by the very packs

Sought to vanquish each time I’d encountered other beings and attempted to

A freakĪmong freaks. As far as I knew, I had been born in wolf form-not humanĮarliest memories were of being alone in a frozen world, craving contact andĬonnection-and of enduring agony far worse than the isolation and rejection I’d Great anomaly of my species-even within my werelock subspecies. Shifted into wolves for the first time upon reaching puberty. Werewolves were born in human form, and most Unwittingly glimpsed through Lauren’s mind. Weeks had prepared me for the graphic vision of my past that I’d just Yet nothing I’d remembered on my own in recent More disturbing than the last-had begun to surface. But ever sinceįirst encountering the little seer nine weeks ago, strange memories-each one Largely blocked out all years prior-for over four centuries.

Since finding my human form at sixteen, I’d Nothing but a blur of endless incomprehensible pain, deep-seated shame, Memories of myįormative years in wolf form had always been hazy at best, consisting of Lauren’s vision in the hallway as false retrocognition. A few months ago, I could’ve easily dismissed

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