Werewolf Destiny Unveiled

Werewolf Destiny Unveiled

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By:  Isabella Ravenwood  Ongoing
Language: English
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Emily Blackwood was born into a clandestine society of werewolves and found herself engaged to a mate she felt no affection for. Determined to break free from her pack's constraints, she made the bold decision to depart for a span of five years. Now, she has returned, resolute in her commitment to embrace her destined werewolf nature. However, destiny has its own agenda, intertwined with the ascent of a new pack leader, Orion Wolfhart. Possessing wealth, charm, and an unyielding demeanour, Orion demands unwavering obedience from the Trailblazers Pack. As his attention fixates on Emily, she finds herself thrust into a world of intricate politics, seduction, and violence, a realm she is ill-prepared to navigate alone. Emily's life hangs precariously in the balance, with adversaries emerging from every dark corner. Desperate for protection, she is compelled to rely on an enigmatic stranger who has seized control of her pack's throne. Yet, even in this perilous alliance, trust becomes a scarce commodity.

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Chapter 1

I try to recall how I felt when I penned the words by running my hands over the indentations on the page where they were written. Thoughts like "exhilarated" and "terrified" cross my mind, but no matter how hard I try, I can't relive that day.That day marked a major change in my life. The day I opted to quit our group and lead a mortal existence for a period of five years as opposed to merely embracing the shift and turning fully into a werewolfMy old diary, which has been waiting for my return for the past five years, was placed back in the bedside drawer as the intercom gently announced breakfast. I'm not the same age I was when I left, which was seventeen. In that girl's bedroom, with its soft pink canopy bed drapes and dazzling white furniture, I'm a grown-up stranger.You just returned from home, I tell myself. Allow some time.I go to the vanity, where I spent countless hours as a teenager honing my eyeliner techniques and giving my face a Kardashian-like contour. Back then, b

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18 Chapters

Chapter 1

I try to recall how I felt when I penned the words by running my hands over the indentations on the page where they were written. Thoughts like "exhilarated" and "terrified" cross my mind, but no matter how hard I try, I can't relive that day.That day marked a major change in my life. The day I opted to quit our group and lead a mortal existence for a period of five years as opposed to merely embracing the shift and turning fully into a werewolfMy old diary, which has been waiting for my return for the past five years, was placed back in the bedside drawer as the intercom gently announced breakfast. I'm not the same age I was when I left, which was seventeen. In that girl's bedroom, with its soft pink canopy bed drapes and dazzling white furniture, I'm a grown-up stranger.You just returned from home, I tell myself. Allow some time.I go to the vanity, where I spent countless hours as a teenager honing my eyeliner techniques and giving my face a Kardashian-like contour. Back then, b
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Chapter 2

He sets the plate in front of the mother and raises the lid as she reclines. A human heart that is covered with blood clots lies on a bed of lettuce. Mom exhales with joy and gives a gentle handclap of thanks. Hudson, bravo. Where do you keep finding these exquisite, tiny morsels?The phrase "a trade secret, ma'am" He gets the other plate and places it in front of the father before lifting the dome to show him almost the same dinner. My father murmurs a thank you, and my parents pick up their cutlery and tuck in, forgetting about the traditional breakfast.I've witnessed this sight several times throughout my life, before every religious ritual and full moon. But after five years of coexisting with people, I have a slightly more intimate perspective on the organs.i.e., they once existed as people.Either I keep my disdain to myself or my mother doesn't notice. She nods towards my plate as she slices a piece of the heart in front of her. "Well. Eat up. The day is busy for us.I suffoc
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Chapter 3

Mother nudges me while I'm hunched over, and I remember to bow while swaying a little. I can't just blame it all on a lack of practice. The new monarch is so attractive that he has taken my breath away.The new king commands, "Rise," and his accent makes me long for London. "Are you still loyal to the pack?"As the three of us respond to the traditional inquiry, I maintain a glum expression. "Yes, my king and my wolf pack leader."And do you obey your king's and pack leader's commands?The moment I look up and notice that he is staring at me as the three of us speak, heat pours over my face. He still wants me to meet his gaze when I swiftly avert my eyes. He exudes an air of confidence that has nothing to do with his job; it fills the space between us and makes the air seem heavy as I inhale it.I cry out, "Yes, my king and my pack leader." I'm having trouble breathing, and I'm wondering how many people have collapsed in front of him.Do you give up your freedom for the benefit of the
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Chapter 4

I'm sweating my palms. We should return to the ballroom; why don't we? To handle this, I need a drink.To my relief, Clare says, "I don't blame you," and she doesn't appear to have seen the King approaching us.He shouldn't pass by, in my opinion. I don't want to bow before him only to discover that he isn't even aware of our presence. I also don't want him to see me, though. I was almost about to have an asthma attack when he saw me. I don't want him to ever notice me again because I now know he is a hostile member of our pack.I take the lead and head straight for the closest catering bar, with my sisters scrambling to keep up behind me. As I go closer, a tall, lean man turns and smiles as if he recognizes me.It takes me a second to realize who he is.Before Tara can object, Clare says, "I think we'll go back to the table," and then pushes her away.Five years ago, when I used the right, I wasn't just interested in what the world of humans had to offer. It offered a chance for me t
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Chapter 5

My closest friends are the people I can challenge the most about the political catastrophe of the last five years. Since kindergarten, Eva, David, and I have made a matched trio. Even though David and Eva are now mated, we are stillGoing to their place is like us all getting together after school even though we haven't seen each other in so long. When I first arrived, there was some fully immature squeeing over each other, but we soon went back to our old habits, as if I hadn't lost touch with them for five years.Everything else besides the "my best friends are in a mating bond" issue: "How exactly did that happen?"Eva sputters, "It was him or marriage to Dave Byron," and she then continues.Her revulsion is echoed by my word, "gross."She hears David tell her to "be nice." His parents never said no to him and gave him whatever the hell he wanted; therefore, it's not his fault.He's ignored by Eva. Ever had the gut-wrenching feeling that someone you were looking at was an unattract
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Chapter 6

Cynthia and Carole have suggested that we get together for lunch so that we can catch up on the conversation we didn't get to have at the ball.At a human eatery.After having salads and the main course, I am currently drinking my drink while attempting to suppress the urge to inquire of my own sisters whether or not their spouses are aware of their whereabouts."...and that's exactly what they were discussing at the Bailey!" Carole yells at me while putting her palm in front of my face and waving it."Sorry. Too many mimosas." That is not the case. After drinking two of them, I haven't even begun to feel tipsy. I make an effort to pay attention to what she is telling me. Something regarding the upgrades she had made to her main bathroom You were mentioning something about how they were unable to bring down a wall, right?"Are you okay?" The question was posed to me by Cynthia with sincere concern.Do I come clean and tell them that my head is all over the place after what happened wi
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Chapter 7

The instant I walk through the door, my mother is waiting for me there. "Ashton is here," she hisses as she reaches for my hair to mess with it. I try to avoid her, but she clucks angrily every time I do. "What was going through your head when you were tearing up the grass like a stray dog?""As I was thinking about it, I realised how wonderful it is to be at home." I give her the most innocent of looks.Her irises constrict. "Are you treating all of this like a game?" She continues talking before I have a chance to respond. "After the stunt you pulled, leaving the pack, and now whatever that display was at the ball, it's a miracle that anyone will still associate with us," the speaker said. "It's a miracle that anyone will still associate with us.""Why in the world wouldn't they—""Because they're afraid that word of what you did will spread!" After the mother's outburst, which was audible enough to be overheard, she immediately returned to speaking more quietly. "You have the disti
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Chapter 8

For werewolves, the full moon is a sacred occasion. A werewolf pack congregates for their own rites in the same manner that humans might dress nicely and convene at a place of worship. The location where we meet for the Trialblazer pack is roughly an hour and a half northwest of Toronto. Two hundred acres of pristine territory where we can securely wander as the monsters we become every full moon were once home to a pack long before Canada was known as New France, at the time when our ancestors fled northern Europe in longboats.The ceremony of metamorphosis is held in a standing stone circle that was constructed more than five centuries ago, long before Columbus could falsely claim to have set foot on the continent of North America. The three stones pay homage to the three gods of our pack: Lupa, the mother of Romulus and Remus; the harsh Lycaon; and Fenrir, the wolf who will devour Odin at Ragnarök. The circle used to be in a clearing in a forest. It is now safe inside a towering, c
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Chapter 9

A bell with a deep, hollow toll is rung at midnight to signal the start of the new day. The members of the pack make their way into the holy circle one by one in the circular courtyard below. They don't silver silk robes for ceremonies; these robes are designed to be easily removed once the transformation has taken place.In movies, people often create situations in which werewolves howl in anguish and tear their clothes off, which is something I've never understood why people do. We are aware of when the moon will be at its fullest. This does not come as a surprise to us. And we are aware of the appropriate attire.Or undress. As Orionwalks into the circle, the air I'm breathing stops cold in my lungs. He halts in front of the stone dedicated to Lycaon and throws his robe to the ground.I ogle him unashamedly, just as he did to me, from his broad shoulders all the way down to his chest sprinkled with dark hair that thins to a line on his shockingly carved abs. I do this in the same w
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Chapter 10

This can't possibly be taking place.I force myself to get up and grab the note out of Mother's grasp. "You looked through my purse, didn't you?""What do you think you're doing?" is a rhetorical question. She makes a hissing sound as if my inquiry does not exist. "You have agreed to a sexual contract. You can't be talking to someone else behind the back of your fiance!"I'm not seeing anyone. I have no doubt that you pursued it. It is an open offer to compensate for—""It is an open invitation to spread rumours. to disgrace and destitution" She pulls the card away from him and rips it in half, then again in half, and finally she throws the fragments of the card onto the carpet. "For how much longer has this been occurring?""For how many more minutes has this been going on?" I am on the verge of arguing that I've only been home for a few days, but then I realise that, in the eyes of the rest of the pack, I may be a spy for Greater London. Perhaps she believes that I was beating the ki
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