The feral heart Mga Nobela at Kwento

Wait, why does she want to meet her? “Let me guess, she is a werewolf too?” “You guessed right. A very beautiful she wolf” “So, what happens when a wolf is unable to mark their mate after meeting her?” she asked one of the numerous questions in her mind. “Most times, they go feral as in berserk, especially if it's on a full moon like this when they experience heat.” “That’s terrible.” She couldn't help but feel sorry for them. “But how does a wolf recognize his mate? It's not written on the forehead like “hello, I am your mate” Natalie again questioned.

Every instinct whispered that what they were feeling was forbidden, perilous… yet irresistible. The shadows shivered again, and this time Aella didn’t need Thalen to warn her. The forest’s pulse screamed, the roots beneath her hands curling and lashing instinctively. From the darkness, a massive Ferals pack surged forward, their glowing red eyes locking onto the Heartwood and, instinctively, on her.