Part 25
There were two factions of werewolves in the
world. One faction, led by the Grey family,
believed in coexisting peacefully with humans
and integrating into human society. The other
faction saw humans as food and dreamed of
wiping out humanity and ruling the world.
Humans, of course, weren’t pushovers. They
joined forces with the peaceful werewolves and,
after several battles, decimated the other
faction, rendering them practically powerless.
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joined forces with the peaceful werewolves and,
after several battles, decimated the other
faction, rendering them practically powerless. The remaining members of the hostile faction hated the Grey family with a passion. They’d
almost succeeded in killing Ethan once, but I
interrupted them, took him home, and nursed
him back to health. Now, they’d staged my
kidnapping to lure Ethan into a trap…
“It’s in the Redwood National Park,” Alexander
said gravely. “They tricked Ethan into believing
you were there. By the time I arrived, he’d
already killed all the werewolves surrounding
him, but he was badly injured. And… he thinks
you’re dead. He’s gone feral. Only his mate can
calm a feral werewolf… I’m sorry, but we need
you to go into the forest.”
“It’s okay,” I said without hesitation. “Take me
to him.”
Alexander shifted into his wolf form, a massive
eight–foot creature, and crouched before me.
“Get on. I’ll carry you.”
I hesitated for a moment, then climbed onto his
“Get on. I’ll carry you.”
I hesitated for a moment, then climbed onto his
back, gripping the fur on his neck. We raced
off.
When I finally saw Ethan, I was horrified. My sweet, lovesick Ethan was gone. I saw a blood-
soaked monster, bashing his head against a
tree, howling furiously, his eyes practically
glowing red. He barely even looked like a wolf
anymore.
