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The Tale Of The Blue Wolf

Life is like a playground the gods use to play fate. Nineteen year old Velma has extraordinary and forbidden powers but is yet to wolf out making her an outcast in the society. When she finally does— at the blood moon festival, she is rejected by her mate the Alpha of Aysun because she's the wolf that was prophesied about. The coming of the Blue Wolf would be the beginning of chaos. Artemis is only an Alpha in replacement of his sister's dead mate. As Alpha he has the responsibility to protect the people and reinstate his sister back to her position. He is ready to go to any length to restore his sister's sanity and take revenge on who killed his sister's mate. When he finds out his mate is the blue wolf that was prophesied about, he must make a hard decision to abandon her in order to protect the things he holds dear to his heart. As events unfold, he realizes the deeper meaning behind the prophecy and unravels dark secrets; his enemies are closer than he thinks. Velma is the one that holds to the key to the chains that binds him but it might just be too late for him...

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Chapter Sixty Seven: A Spy And A Craving

Velma's heart skipped a beat as she instinctively jumped back, her body tensing in response to the sudden presence of the stranger behind her. Her eyes widened in surprise, her gaze fixated on the mysterious figure who had seemingly appeared out of nowhere. The person stood before her, their medium-length black hair cascading in gentle waves around their angular face, framing their features with an air of enigma. Dark, penetrating eyes locked with Velma's. "What?" She asked.

"See," the person commented with a smile. "A blind person would not act the way you are acting."

Caught off guard, Velma found herself momentarily at a loss for words. Her mind raced to process the unexpected encounter, her eyes never wavering from the stranger's face.

"In what way am I acting?" She questioned, trying to regain her composure.

"A blind person cannot take in the atmosphere the way you are," he commented wryly. "It is obvious you admire the garden."