Lahat ng Kabanata ng Feral Hearts Book 1: Awakening the Feral: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

The dinner finally ended, a soft murmur of conversation filling the hall as pack members began to drift toward other rooms or their own corners of the house. I exhaled, chest still racing from the sugar-shaker prank and the lingering heat of Aaron's gaze, and tried to make my move toward the door.Just as I slipped my hand onto the doorknob, I felt it — firm fingers on my arm, pulling me back into a dimly lit corner of the almost empty room. My pulse jumped."You're not going anywhere," Aaron said, voice low, controlled, but carrying that unmistakable edge of danger that made my knees weak.I froze, staring at him, heart hammering. He was so close, I could feel the heat radiating from him, smell the faint trace of coffee and something else — something intoxicatingly familiar and sharp. The entire house seemed to shrink until it was just the two of us."I... I was just heading back to my cabin," I managed, trying to sound casual. My words came out uneven, betraying the thrill of being

The morning air hit me like a sharp knife as I stepped outside my cabin, the forest around me buzzing softly with life. Sunlight filtered through the trees, dappled and warm, and I inhaled it deeply, trying to calm the lingering heat in my chest from last night. My heart still hammered at the memory of Aaron's teasing, his proximity, and the almost-kiss — the way his dark eyes had pierced mine and lingered, controlled and dangerous, leaving me flushed long after I'd escaped to my cabin.I adjusted my pack across my shoulder and began the short walk to the healer's cottage, trying to focus on the practicalities: my wound, my recovery, and the instructions Fiorella had repeated to me for good measure. "Don't overdo it. Your wolf will thank you if you're careful. And don't make Aaron more worried than he already is." Her playful grin flashed in my mind, and I smirked, imagining the way she would have laughed if she could see me now — tense, alert, and still carrying the echoes of last ni

The moment the office door shut behind us, the noise from the front hall vanished. The silence stretched. My wolf shifted restlessly under my skin, still buzzing from the confrontation outside."Xavier."I froze. My pulse quickened. Something in the way he said my name — low, measured, almost thoughtful — made the back of my neck prickle. Slowly, I turned. Aaron was now leaning back against the edge of his desk, arms crossed loosely over his chest, dark eyes fixed on me with that same sharp, calculating focus that always made my pulse stutter."Come here," he said.Not loudly.Not harshly.But there was absolutely no room to argue.My wolf stirred immediately, a quiet hum under my skin, responding to the command before my brain even caught up. I pushed away from the door and walked back toward him. Each step felt louder than it should have. He straightened as I approached, uncrossing his arms. His gaze flicked down toward my side, toward the place where the wound had been stitched an

The laughter hadn't fully settled when the shift happened.It was subtle. Not in the room—not in the wolves around me—but inside my chest. That quiet, fleeting moment where everything had felt... easy. Normal. Like I belonged here.And then—"You know what?" Fiorella said suddenly.Ronan groaned like a man who had just foreseen his own downfall."No.""You don't even want to know what I'm going to say?" Fiorella whined, visibly deflating."I don't need to." He eyed her knowingly.Elias straightened where he stood, already interested. "I do."Fiorella turned, instantly inflating, pointing straight at me like I was the center of whatever chaos she was about to unleash."We're going out tonight."The words hit me a second later. "...Out where?"Her grin spread slowly.Too slowly."The city."Something in my chest tightened.Not fear.Not exactly.But something close.Ronan didn't hesitate."No."Elias leaned forward, curious. "Which part of the city?""The nightlife strip outside Greyhav

The engine started with a low, steady rumble beneath us.And just like that... there was no taking it back.Gravel crunched under the tires as Fiorella pulled the truck away from the pack house, the headlights cutting through the trees like a blade. The familiar shape of the territory gates loomed ahead, tall and quiet and solid—everything they represented pressing against my chest as we approached.Safe.Controlled.Ours.My fingers curled slightly against my thigh.No one said anything for a second.Even Fiorella, who never shut up, seemed to feel it—the shift.The line we were about to cross.Ronan leaned forward slightly in the passenger seat, his elbow resting against the window, eyes scanning the tree line like he expected something to step out and stop us."This is still a bad idea," he muttered."You say that like you're not literally in the car," Elias said from beside me, kicking the back of Ronan's seat lightly."I'm only here to make sure you all don't die."Fiorella scoff