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I paused, the weight of my next words heavy on my tongue. "The hearts of werewolf pups are incredibly powerful. Historically, they were often exploited by malevolent witches to create undetectable drugs that masked their scent. However, I’ve analyzed the drug drain, and it doesn’t resemble the typical concoctions of evil witches; this one is distinctly different." Everything was starting to align—the frequent abductions of children were likely for the purpose of harvesting their hearts. Alpha Dominic and Drew stared at me in disbelief. "Please elaborate," Drew urged. "One crucial aspect of werewolf pups' hearts is that the blood that flows directly from them, when mixed into any drug, effect

Zoe picked it up, her heart pounding, and unfolded it, then read. Dear Goddess’s Pet, I know you’ve been searching; I know you’ve found nothing. I am everywhere; I see everything you do.Save your time, this is a gift for the new Luna.: The Book of Life. The origins of werewolves… and more. Your answers lie within. Read it. Zoe’s breath hitched, then her grip tightened on the note as she continued reading. And remember… I want him back. You are the only one who can find him. Fail… and I will kill everyone you love.

I knew it because I had torn the hearts of many creatures and I could tell what I held wasn't a healthy heart. Looking at my hand, I confirmed by sight that I was correct. The heart which I held on my head was brownish . It wasn't even beating now that I took it out even though usually a fresh heart would still beat for a good one or a half minute. The color was similar to a rotten heart and upon closer inspection, it was indeed a rotten heart. The werewolf seemed to be damaged by the attack as his mouth spewed out blood but he could still form a smile. “I see that I can't kill you but that's not only what I learnt. Do you know, Milord? I am not here to kill you fairly.”

So I convinced Auriana to bring the boy here for one final test. I heard footsteps from outside and I closed my eyes trying to feel the beat of his heart. A Werewolves heartbeat was different from that of a human and if one concentrated enough, he could identify it. I listened intensely to the rhythm of his heart. It was slow, measured. The Werewolves heartbeat was like a double beat. Unlike the humans, it was out of sync like. Thud-thud pause, thud-thud

Turns out most men aren’t very practical thinkers—they need disaster to strike before they realise the risk. Caspian headed for the old newspapers and tabloids, spending almost half an hour wrestling with dust-coated shelves. I focused on myself instead. My heart had been stolen first. I started with records of unnatural werewolf murders. I pulled two books from the restricted section. Both mentioned heart organs stolen from two wolves by sorcerers, later trafficked through the black market. I thought about the link between the organ thefts described in the books and the heart thefts I’d experienced—mine, and the one Alpha Fridmund’s sibling had suffered.

I suddenly felt a big hammer pounding my head, causing me to hold on to the bed frame and close my eyes because of dizziness. A sudden scene crossed my mind. Inside, the cell with a red werewolf facing Alarick and Convel. “A sanguis.” Both Alarick and Convel said as they were staring at a two-tailed red werewolf. In return, the red werewolf gave them a low growl. Instead of being scared, Alarick and Convel looked fascinated by the sight. The bloody color of the werewolf is shining as well as the two tails it keeps on swaying.

The Sivercrest pack helped by members of the Whitefang pack was gaining ground on them killing more and more of their warriors. The war had already gone on for over twenty-four hours and they were all exhausted from the fighting. More wolves soon launch at them and they each take on as much as they can. These wolves looked different and savage with big red eyes and smelled horrible... one of the wolves moves forward growling menacingly at him, he launches for his already bleeding shoulder and tries to bite out a chunk from it which he dodges him and the wolf tumbles to the ground with a big fall, he looked very upset now as he was snarling ferociously at him and with a totally unnoticeable m

His form coalesced from frost and dream, ancient and terrible. "You broke my prison." "You imprisoned my wolf." "She is not your wolf. She is a wolf who chose your Circle over my stillness." "She chose freedom." "She chose chaos." --- Morpheus looked at the Heart's glow still fading from my chest. "You carry its light within you. Not the relic—the memory." "The Heart is in Silver Creek. But its warmth is everywhere." "You have become the Heart." "I have become love." He was silent. Then he spoke. "Take your wolf. Leave my territory. Do not return."

“Hearteaters are able to walk and roam the earth while gaining their abilities as Werewolves and Shapeshifters as long as they consume hearts of mortals and werewolves to survive and thrive. Their true forms are wolf-like entities that stand like a man but with ram horns and bat-like hands and arms.” Every word Tyler sent across me made my heart pound, throbbed, beat rapidly as if there’s no tomorrow. “And one thing you can fathom their presence is that once they are around, the sun seems to hide and everything suddenly turns cold. The air is flooded with the scent of death that you can only smell when in front of a decaying corpse.”

“I’m assuming you didn’t get far into this when you were in my office.” I didn't. Looking back at the book, he turns several pages, with so much ease until he finds what he’s looking for. The page contains unusual, detailed drawings of human-like anatomies, each figure marked with different-sized spheres glowing at their centers. “These,” he says, pointing with a long finger, “are the moon hearts buried in the core of almost every werewolf. I like to call them moon balls.” A sad, wry smile touches his lips as he says it.