On a platform made of wood, in the corners, musicians gather to play drums. The drumming is rhythmic, creating a fast and slightly unnerving melody, with the feeling that something is about to come up. Gathered around, making a circle, the people watch the empty stage and the way the musicians beat their hands on the instrument, making the hollow sound reverberate through all their ears.Rhea's heart seems to beat in the same rhythm, anxious for the scenes that will develop there. And in the blink of an eye, five warriors from Amathea suddenly appear, after jumping from the roof. Her blue irises glisten with anticipation, as these warriors, with bare chests full of tattoos and red lines, begin to move agilely, in rhythm with the drumming that gets even faster.Their movements are synchronized, in perfect harmony. They're so precise that it seems like a reflex. The sway of their body, the movement of their hips and legs that rise high, as if they were kicking an enemy, everything makes

Rhea opens her eyes fearfully as she notices no awful, sharp pain. In fact, the scent of Callisto doesn't really seem scary anymore, even mingled with the strong smell of blood. And what she finds is the Lycan King in human shape, full of his enemy's blood, standing right in front of her, a few inches away.She blinks a few times, noticing that although he has returned to human shape, his glowing eyes seem distant.“Callisto…” The name escapes low tone, but he doesn't answer her, or respond to her sweet voice.All Callisto does is stretch his hand to her shoulders, more specifically to the bite mark on her neck. She holds her breath when notices him moving closer, attaching her body to his bare, blood-stained skin. Callisto's warmth and scent is so cozy that she allows herself to close her eyes.Callisto brings his nose to her neck and inhales that scent deeply, which elicits a grunt deep in his throat. They're so close that she can feel his erection against her belly. The way Callist

Rhea seals her lips tightly and presses her knees together, feeling her heart hammering hard against her chest.What is Callisto doing here? Her mind tries to connect with reason, but his pheromones are reacting to hers… Which makes her even more intoxicated.“Rhea?” Callisto insists in a husky voice, entering the room.She closes her eyes and wonders why that man is taking so long. Caezar said he would get the things she asked for, such as chains and a pheromone suppressor, which he said might be in his vast arsenal of medicines. However, he has not returned yet. Fortunately, being a human, he cannot smell her or identify that the heat is approaching. But with Callisto… it's different with him.After all, his pheromones are hard to resist.Rhea had never smelled such an inviting and pleasing scent before. Even during the heat, the smells of the surrounding alphas had always been nauseating. Her body had never responded to

“What am I?” Rhea’s forehead is frowning, as are her eyebrows and lips, which were groaning pleasantly earlier. “You looked like you were in the heat, but that shouldn't be so...” “I told you didn't have to worry about that.” She shouts out the words as if they were bitter, trying to extricate herself from his arms, which don't move a single inch despite her efforts. Yes, he's right — the heat shouldn't be that way... But when it comes to Rhea, things don't happen like they do with the other she-wolves. Rhea is cursed, after all. Now, it's Callisto's expression that shuts, “Is this how you thank those who help you?” Rhea gives a sarcastic laugh, “For someone who was only helping, you seem to enjoy yourself quite a bit, my King.” Callisto swallows dryly, processing her words intently. “You're right... How did you do that?” Rhea feels a twinge of discomfort and turns her back to him, even though her legs are weak and threaten to collapse at any moment. However, Callisto prevents

The sun was setting on the horizon, hiding behind the barren mountains, when Callisto came out from the Capital in his full lunar form — a giant wolf with black fur and yellow eyes so intense they looked like amber. Sneaky, fast, and agile, he went to meet the pack of beasts reported by the vigilantes. Apparently, a pack of salamanders is approaching the Sacred Forest considerably fast. As the name suggests, this is an area where the beasts are incapable of entering. Actually, incapable is the wrong word. Beasts are naturally repelled by it, so their number grows as they get further away from the forest, and that means more danger. That's the reason the Lycans found refuge near the Forest after being exiled to the Bestiary Continent. But recently, Callisto has noticed that the number of beasts approaching the Sacred Forest has increased. In the last month, he had to fight creatures of all sizes, including these salamanders, which have a humanoid upper body with two arms and a head th