All Chapters of THE WEREWOLF SWITCH: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

THIRD-PERSON POV “Shut up, Lance, let me think,” Stanley barked at his wolf. He was tired of living off nature and moving from land to land because rogues weren't allowed to settle in one place for too long. Since he found out he was a werewolf, he had been travelling with his father, who was said to be one of the strongest wolves to have ever existed. He also learned that his father was a king in his own right, therefore making Stanley a prince. But being that he wasn't his father's eldest, the crown will be passed to Sephtis instead. This made Stanley angry. He believed his wolf was braver than his brother's wolf and a lot meaner, so he should be the one to rule, not Septhis. “OK, but father will be pissed that we're not there to greet his little Luna.” “I don't care about father right now. I just need to see Miranda and explain to her, I still have feelings for her,” Stanley explained. Seeing Miranda again had awoken something in him, but he couldn't put a finger on what it wa

THIRD-PERSON POV The air was thick with the scent of adrenaline and fear as Taurus studied his enemy, feeling the power surge through his veins. His senses heightened. He could hear the thunderous heartbeat of his opponent echoing in the night. Their muscles rippled as they circled each other warily, hackles raised. A low, guttural growl rumbled in Taurus's chest as he sized up his foe, searching for any sign of weakness. "If this rogue thinks he can beat us, he better think again. We are bigger, and we have Alpha blood running through our veins," Miranda seethed, looking at the blonde wolf that had wild and crazy eyes. He was almost as big as Taurus, but she had confidence that Taurus could easily win this fight. "Never underestimate your opponent, Miranda," Taurus replied. "He must have been watching us for a while and the fact that we only sensed him just now means he is a powerful rogue. Can you smell him?" "I smell him alright, and he reeks of animal decay," Miranda huffe

THIRD PERSON'S POV Miranda tossed and turned in bed, struggling to fall asleep. The night had been long and exhausting, especially since she and Taurus had to fight that rogue. After returning to the mansion, Eliza started behaving strangely. She didn't speak much, she just excused herself to her quarters. Miranda found it surprising that Alpha Nolan assigned the mad wolf her own quarters, but she chose not to mention it. Miranda, too, was tired and needed to get some rest ASAP. When she got to the room, Miranda took a quick shower and then fell into bed under the covers. It took her a while, but she eventually felt relaxed enough to fall asleep. She had only been sleeping for about thirty minutes when the lights on the left side of the bed turned on. "Nigel Vanderwolf!" The stern voice of Luna Peaches bounced off the walls of the bedroom. "We need to talk right now young man." Miranda let out a groan, covering her eyes from the harsh light. "Mom, can we skip this conver

THIRD-PERSON POV The never-ending sound of thunder echoed at the entrance of the whistling cave. It was like the cave was whispering warnings, telling our friends that they shouldn't enter. Miranda was the first one to detect an odd smell fighting through the smell of the salty ocean. She couldn't put a description to what the smell was. All she knew it was sweet and making her mouth water. "What do we do now? Or are we gonna stand here until we wither and die?" Nigel asked. The six of them were just standing at the entrance of the grotto, looking up and down, side to side, unsure of what to do or where to go next. "Isn't it obvious? We must go into the cave," Lazarus explained. "No shit Sherlock," Nigel grunted. "We cannot go off into the sea now, can we?" He rolled his eyes. "But where does the cave lead to? And how deep is the water in there?" Miranda posed the questions everyone wanted the answers to. "INCOMING!" Duran shouted. A massive wave was coming towar

THIRD-PERSON POV "A nymph?" Lazarus asked cautiously. He examined the figure of the creature with intense curiosity. She was a beauty alright. As her honey-coloured hair danced in the wind, the translucency of her brown skin gave her an ethereal, ghostly appearance. "Though I consider myself an oread, many others know me as a land nymph or a mountain nymph." Like a delicate wisp, Izanna twirled around the vampire, observing him closely and sniffing him as though he were a creature put on exhibition. At last, she positioned herself back in front of him, hovering in the air, her feet never touching the ground. "And you say you are the protector of this forest?" Lazarus asked. "Yes I am. Numerous beings enter this place seeking to dominate the Mystic Forest, prompting me to beg the witch who resides on the mountain to enchant the sweets," she explained. "For the most part, most travelers do not make it past the Syrup Lake," she finished, her blue eyes watching Velma keenly