The Witch of Wolf Academy

The Witch of Wolf Academy

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Clara is a half-blood. In other words not a pure werewolf. She is able turn wolf but she does not have werewolf abilities.She now studies in a school for pure-blooded wolves where they hate half-bloods so much they kill them on sight. Clara is also part witch, so she can refine her scent to that of a pure-blood, but how long can she keep her secret? The top alpha wants her for his son, Bryan. Bryan's brother slash rival knows her secret and he wants her. He hooks Clara up with a witch trainer to gain her full power while Bryan seems to be getting closer to her secret. When vampires attack the community will Clara be able to protect the ones she loves and still keep her secret safe?
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Xan a stripper, works the vampire club, where she met two mysterious and dark vampire. Who have no problem sharing her...If you know what that entitled. : : "Kiss my ass," I growled. She smirked. "How much?" I snorted. "Your order?" Jager leaned over the table, her gaze fixed on me. "Tell me, Snow Princess. How much for a kiss on your ass? Name your price." I realized that for them, everything revolved around naming a price, and they could get what they wanted. That's how they had lived for years. "Blood wine and shots, coming right up," I said, ignoring her proposition. She leaned back, the purple lighting casting shadows on their faces, making them appear even more enigmatic. "Do your thing, Snow Flakes. But when you come back, I hope the price is on the tip of those lips," she said. I rolled my eyes. "Whatever," I mumbled. "Come here," Jager commanded. I couldn't help but smile inside as she rummaged through her seemingly endless supply of cash. She folded a few bills and leaned forward, slipping the money into the side of my skirt. Her hand lingered, palming my ass cheeks. "So damn full," she remarked, her words slipping through her fangs. Read to find out...

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