Andrei, the embodiment of an alpha's resolve, returned the pack's aggression with an unwavering coldness in his stare. Without displaying an ounce of fear or doubt, he locked eyes with each werewolf, penetrating their very souls with his unwavering determination. The frenzied growls and hostility began to subside gradually, as if silenced by the sheer force of his commanding presence. It was in these moments, as he stared them down, that Andrei reminded his pack once again of why he was the undisputed Alpha of the Silver Moon tribe. His unyielding gaze instilled a renewed sense of order and discipline, taming the chaos that threatened to consume them all."It is true, Moira," Andrei finally spoke, his voice carrying a weight that matched the gravity of the situation. His words broke the silence, and all eyes turned to him, eager to hear his thoughts. "I, too, have long been aware of Sabrina's true identity. The memory of the day I lost my beloved Luna and my precious offspring to the

Stepping hand-in-hand, their footsteps reverberated through the hallowed grounds of the Silver Moon's tribe refuge, guiding them toward the heart of the sanctuary—the sacred altar. A hush fell over the assembled crowd, their expectant gazes fixated on the imminent ritual commanded by their revered Alpha. Among the throng of onlookers, a glimpse of Rosey caught Sabrina's eye, a silent reminder of the profoundness of the moment.As they approached the altar, Moira emerged, a vision in her resplendent attire, embodying the role of a priestess. With a grace befitting an ancient oracle, she extended her hands, symbolizing both reverence and welcome. Moira, the guardian of their union, stood poised, ready to bear witness to the transformative imprinting ritual about to unfold.With a knowing smile that belied her years, Moira took a step closer to Andrei and Sabrina, her presence commanding respect. Her voice carried an air of ancient wisdom as she addressed the couple before her."Congratu

Sabrina thought of a method she saw during her talk with Rosey, about a technique done by maiden that will send males over the cloud nine. She then gulped and opened her mouth and then uses the tip of her tongue to lick Andrei’s shaft. With a jolt, Andrei’s hips thrust back and forth, with the sudden gesture done by Sabrina. “Ah, I’m sorry. Does it hurt?” Worry Sabrina as she saw how he reacts to her. “No, it’s fine. It’s just… felt too good.” Assure Andrei.Then Sabrina, continues on going down for Andrei’s manhood, she runs her tongue around and circling Andrei’s shaft, making sure she got a full taste of Andrei’s member. “It’s salty, and the smell is overwhelming. But I don’t hate it…” Thought Sabrina as she exploring Andrei’s member, while Andrei can only sit back and trembles every time Sabrina’s tongue touched a good spot.And then, for the touch-down, Sabrina opened her mouth open and puts the entirety of Andrei’s shaft into her mouth. The sudden sensation on his groin sent And

Heimzel took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts as he faced his daughter's wrath. He knew that what he was about to reveal would shake the very foundation of her understanding. "Reina," he began, his voice tinged with both sorrow and urgency, "Sabrina is more than just a mere human. She carries within her the essence of the Crimson Witch, as she is the reincarnation of Crimson Witch herself."Reina's eyes widened, a mixture of shock and skepticism flickering across her face. "The Crimson Witch?" she whispered, her voice trembling with uncertainty. "That’s- impossible, we defeated her after the great war. It’s impossible for her to leave a heir in this world!”Heimzel nodded solemnly, his gaze locked with Reina's. "It is true, my daughter. The Crimson Witch was a formidable force, a powerful vampire who struck fear into the hearts of our ancestors. She was relentless, her thirst for power unmatched. The Silvermoon Pack, our pack, waged a battle against her, and in the end, she was d

Heimzel's heart raced as he followed the werewolf, his mind brimming with worry. The two of them hurried through the corridors until they reached Reina's quarters. The door stood ajar, a sign of intrusion.‌Pushing it open further, Heimzel's fears were confirmed. The room was in disarray, furniture overturned, and personal belongings scattered across the floor. Panic surged through him as he assessed the scene, fearing the worst.‌Without wasting a moment, Heimzel commanded his men to spread out, searching every inch of the pack's territory in an effort to find Reina. He knew that time was of the essence, and every passing second increased the weight of his worry.‌As the pack members and Heimzel's men dispersed to locate Reina, the main hall fell into a tense silence. The joy and excitement that had filled the air moments ago were overshadowed by the urgency to find one of their own.‌Heimzel's mind raced with a myriad of thoughts and possibilities. He couldn't help but blame him