Chapter 25

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I’ve been waiting in these woods for over three hours, hidden among the shadows, my patience wearing thin but my focus unshaken. The damp earth clings to my skin as I crouch low, eyes scanning the landscape, ears attuned to every sound. The forest hummed with life - the rustling of leaves, the steady trickle of water from a nearby fountain, the soft thrum of deer moving through the grass. But none of those sounds matter. I’m waiting for one thing.

You better bring me his heart, her voice snaps into my mind, sharp and cold as ever.

Yes, my queen, I respond quickly, shutting down the connection before her voice can worm its way deeper into my thoughts. I can’t afford to lose focus now, not with my target so close.

I inhale deeply, letting the crisp air fill my lungs, calming the rising tension in my body. And then I hear it - the distant howl of a wolf, deep and guttural, echoing through the trees. My lips curl into a smile.

Finally.

She sent me here to retrieve a werewolf’s heart for her, a sinner werewolf, from that pack. The hunt has been long, but this will make it worth it. There’s a satisfaction that comes with this kind of mission, the kind that feeds the darker parts of me. And nothing will bring me more joy than delivering this heart to her.

I slip out from my hiding spot, moving with calculated steps. The forest swallows my presence as I make my way toward him. I’ve been studying this wolf for weeks, learning his habits, his weaknesses. He is one of the last remaining ties to her old pack. The one that was gone.

The wolf comes into view, his massive form outlined against the moonlit trees. His gray fur is streaked with black, dark patches framing his sharp face. He’s powerful, muscular, a predator in his prime. Jackpot.

Werewolves are lustful creatures, ruled by their primal instincts. My mission depends on exploiting that weakness.

As I approach, I start shedding my clothes, one piece at a time. The cool air bites at my skin, but I don’t stop. My long hair cascades down my back, framing my figure as I step out from the shadows, making sure he sees me. My shadow stretches across the grass - long hair, long neck, and legs that seem to go on forever.

The wolf’s eyes are on me now, watching, curious. The cold shocks my body as I step into the water, but I don’t let it show. I move slowly, deliberately, as if the cold is nothing to me.

“Do you want to join me?” I asked, my voice carrying across the water, playful, teasing.

For a moment, there’s nothing but silence and the low hum of the night. I can hear the bones cracking, the familiar sound of transformation as the wolf shifts into his human form. When I turn back to look, he’s no longer a wolf but a man - tall, strong, and utterly captivating in his rawness.

“How did you know what I am?” His voice is sharp, his eyes narrowed with suspicion, but there’s something else in them, too. Something darker.

I smile, letting the water glide over my skin. “You’re not the only supernatural being in these woods,” I said, my voice light, carefree. “Now, are you going to join me, or are you just going to stand there?”

He hesitates, doubt flickering in his gaze. But it’s only for a moment. His curiosity, his desire, it’s too strong. And just as I knew he would, he dives in after me.

The water splashes around us, but I barely notice it. My heart races - not with fear, but with the thrill of knowing how this will end. He has no idea what’s coming, no idea that I’m not here to offer him pleasure, but death.

And I can’t wait.

He swims toward me, coming really close. I can feel his manhood on my thigh. He looks at me with hunger in his eyes.

“It’s been a while since I saw someone in these woods. And a beautiful woman at that.”

I embrace him and look him in the eyes, seeking lust. With lust, my mission becomes easier. He leans towards me and kisses my neck, moving slowly to my breasts, taking one nipple in his mouth. I moan at the contact of his lips with my skin.

Werewolves are such hungry creatures. But I am hungrier.

I take his cock in my hand, pump it once, and then bring it inside of me. The surprise on his face quickly transfers into something else. He begins to thrust in me as I ride on him, waiting for him to be lost in the moment.

Our moans get absorbed in the sound of the water.

“I’m getting close,” he hissed.

“Me too,” I said and put a hand on his chest.

With one hard thrust, he comes inside of me.

Then, in one sharp movement, I penetrated his rib cage with my hand and grabbed his heart. As my hand is deep inside his chest, I remove myself from his cock, and lick the blood that collects near his mouth.

“Thank you for a great fuck,” I said, but there isn’t any answer.