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The Werewolf and the Witch: The Wolf's Soul

The Werewolf and the Witch: The Wolf's Soul

Vikings

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I knew it wasn't the case because I heard a deep, possessive voice say, "You're mine, chicken." At first, I wanted to yell at him for trying to steal my chicken, but as I realized who it was, I froze. He was talking to me. My eyes widened, and I almost choked as I stared at Izaiha, my soulmate. Right there, in the middle of our little argument over the last piece of chicken, such a ridiculous moment... and yet so me, I felt the awkwardness wash over me-a piece of chicken in my mouth, a wave of shame, and my eyes locked with his, so intense. But it was him, the son of the alpha wolf kings, my soulmate. Him, the prince of the pack, the one who seemed capable of conquering the world with a single glance. And I, Lainey Knight, daughter of the demon king and queen. This was no ordinary fate. This wasn't just a chance meeting. It was the bond the legends whispered about, the one that would unite the realms of demons and wolves. But I wasn't ready. Not yet. And yet, standing in front of him, I knew everything was about to change. Forever.

Chapter 1 01

Chapter 01

"Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to Alessandra, happy birthday to you!" Everyone from the pack sings, their voices full of warmth and cheer.

"Make a wish, Ale!" Someone shouts from the crowd, their voice almost drowned out by the laughter and applause.

Alessandra smiles as she stands in front of the cake, the soft glow of the candles flickering in her eyes. She closes her eyes for a moment, her lips parting as she thinks, then blows out the candles in one swift puff. The crowd erupts into cheers, and I can't help but smile. It's her day, but I'm more focused on something else.

Now, where was that buffet? Oh, that's right! I scan the room for the long table filled with all sorts of food. My eyes immediately lock onto the sticky chicken wings, glistening in all their messy, mouth-watering glory. I lick my lips, already imagining the flavor as I make my way toward the table.

Clearly, chicken is the only thing on my mind tonight.

I grab a piece, the skin sticky and glistening with sauce. I take a bite, my eyes rolling back in bliss. This is the life. The crispy edges contrast perfectly with the tender meat, and I feel like I've just discovered heaven on a plate. There's nothing else I want right now but this plate of wings.

I lean against the table, balancing myself with one hand, my free one continuously reaching for more of the delicious wings. I glance over to where Alessandra is dancing with Dad. Her long, dark hair sways as she moves in time with the music, laughing at something Dad says. Her smile is radiant, and for a moment, I feel a tug of envy. It's her day, and she's got everyone's attention. Still, I can't be bothered with that. The chicken is calling me.

Then, without warning, the ground beneath me shifts. My feet slip, and I feel myself falling backward. In a panic, I whirl around to catch myself. The pile of wings and food in front of me trembles and tips over, sending a cascade of food flying in all directions. I grab onto the edge of the table, but it's too late.

Before I know it, I'm lying on the ground, face-first in a mess of chicken wings, hot dogs, and scattered sweets. My heart skips a beat as I look at the disaster I've caused. The wings, the glorious wings, are covered in dirt. I nearly cry at the sight. Those were my wings, and now they're ruined!

I wince, the mess covering my arms and hands, making everything sticky. Standing up, I clutch a few wings in my arms as if they're some sacred treasure.

"Are you okay, Lainey? I can clean it up for you," a voice calls from behind me.

I turn around to see one of the pack members looking concerned. "Please clean it up before Mum finds out," I beg, hoping that he'll get the urgency of the situation.

He nods and whistles, and three teenagers come running over, eager to help. "We need to clean this up as soon as possible," he says, and they nod enthusiastically, starting to pick up the scattered food. I watch, feeling both guilty and relieved. At least someone's doing the dirty work.

"Thanks," I mumble, still clutching the chicken wings in my arms, despite the fact that they're now covered in dirt. It doesn't matter; nothing will keep me from these wings. This is chicken heaven, and I'm determined to savor every bite.

"Lainey, why do you have chicken wings in your arms?" Mira's voice interrupts my chicken-induced bliss.

I freeze, halfway through taking a bite from my third wing. I look up at her, sheepish. "Um... you see..." I scratch the back of my head, unsure of how to explain. "I was leaning on the table, and it kind of fell over. So, I grabbed as many chicken wings as I could."

Mira raises an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. "Lainey!" she exclaims.

"What?" I reply, defensive. "It's not my fault! They were so tempting, sitting there, just waiting for me to eat them."

She huffs, crossing her arms. "You and your chicken," she mutters.

I sigh dreamily. "I know. It's like the universe made those wings just for me."

She rolls her eyes. "You know the chicken was for others, too, Lainey. It's Alessandra's birthday."

I let out a dramatic sigh, looking back at Alessandra who is still twirling around the dance floor, completely oblivious to my wing disaster. "Mum and Dad obviously put them there because of me!" I declare, the justification a little too weak even for me.

Mira's eyes narrow, clearly not buying it. "Today's about Ale, so I'm sure they wouldn't do that," she says, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Whatever," I grumble, not willing to admit that I'm wrong.

"It's not whatever," Mira insists, her tone a little more serious. "I could tell Mum about this, you know."

I immediately freeze, my heart skipping a beat. I turn to her with wide eyes, panic setting in. "Don't do it, Mira! You know Mum!"

She smirks, clearly enjoying this. "I won't tell, if you give me a chicken wing."

My eyes widen in disbelief. "W-what? NO! How could you ask such a thing?" I clutch my chicken wings tighter, pulling them away from her grasp.

She tilts her head, her smirk widening. "Oh, look, Mum's over there," she says, pointing over my shoulder.

Before I can react, I whirl around, horrified. In my panic, I shove the entire handful of chicken wings into her arms. "There! Happy?" I mutter, defeated.

Mira laughs, clearly pleased with herself as she holds onto the wings. "Much better."

I glance around the room, making sure Mum didn't see anything, but luckily, she's still busy chatting with some of the other pack members. Relieved, I take a deep breath.

"Next time, just wait until the food is properly served," Mira teases as she munches on one of the wings I'd reluctantly handed over.

I roll my eyes. "Yeah, right. Like I can resist when there's chicken involved."

"Clearly, you can't."

I cross my arms, watching Alessandra and Dad from across the room as they continue to dance. I feel a little guilty for the mess I've caused, but at least the food is still being cleaned up. I grab another chicken wing, determined to enjoy the rest of the night-mess and all.

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