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Wolves at my new highschool

"Wulfric?. Who's your mate?" I hesitated a little, still hazy from the coronation vision, "Mel Howard. The new girl." ***" Secrets at Prime academy?. Werewolves?. Werewolf with distinct colors and fur hiding amongst humans. After humans took over Prime Valley dominantly leaving the wolves to retreat back. Mel Howard thought she was going to Prime academy for a fresh start. A very very very fresh start, so fresh she's hiding her red hair to attract less attention, maybe no attention at all. A fresh start to ignore her wolf and live a normal life she had thought. But as always, where ever Mel goes, trouble follows. She completely 'unintentionally' hits the young, popular, 'to be' Lycan king on her first day of school. Now she's enemies with him and his short best friend Andrea. Mel is eventually caught in a triangle with her ex boyfriend, they Lycan king and an heir. With that unstable love life, she finds out blood moon pack wants her dead for the crime her father committed. Just great. The young Lycan Alpha receives a vision on his coronation that his Luna was Mel. He found his mate and he's not ready to lose her to the other two. Mel is caught between accepting her wolf, becoming a Luna, saving her life and accepting her true self or keep believing she's normal.

Author_Hik · Urban
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29. She's Wulfric's mate

Wulfric

Sir Frederick got all emotional, the side of his lips turned up into a wide sad smile while great drops of tears laced his light brown eyes and a few dropped out of his eyelids. He sniffed and wiped the drop of tears off the wrinkled skin beneath his eyes. He chuckled sadly in a way that says he was recalling old memories.

"When did you start having wrinkles?" His face looked stressed, his brown hair rough and disturbed unlike the gelled down hair he used to have all day long. I was just noticing he was clad in loosely done tie on a brown shirt, the same one he wore on my coronation day. Meaning he might not have probably have a bath since then, explains the smell.

"There aren't wrinkles, they only appear when I don't get enough rest. They'll be gone after a two hour sleep in no time. But that not the point here."

Werewolves lived up to 200 years, well unless they were murdered.