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Hearing him say that, she suddenly averted her gaze from staring at him. She shyly waved her hand to start a conversation: "Can your eyes change color?" "Why do you know?" She did not hide it: "Actually last night I saw your eyes were red." Last night he thought she was unconscious, and probably wouldn't remember anything. But he guessed wrong, she did not lose consciousness but still remembered everything clearly. Because he is a werewolf, when he walks out in the dark, his eyes will turn red. It seems that she has doubts about his identity. She already knew anyway, he shrugged: "Just as you thought."

I heard Bazaar. I then know what the dark smoke was. It was wolfbane the substance they discovered to kill and weaken a wolf. The wolfsbane was now causing me difficulty breathing. My eyes run water and my vision became blurry still I didn't close my eyes. My eyes remained half-opened until I saw the dark dust that surrounded us slowly disappeared. When it did everyone within the wall was lying on the floor still and scared. It was not easy seeing them since my vision was still a bit blurry, but there was one image I could see clearly, and that was a white large werewolf that appears to be a she-wolf lying on the ground with a knife in its heart, covered in bright red blood. Bazaar walked ov

And it was to speak about Hugo—the man I’d foolishly trusted, who’d thrust himself at her at the first opportunity he got. Okay, okay, she was in heat. And I don’t know exactly what happened and how they ended up in that position together. After all, heat was one of the most difficult impulses for a male werewolf to resist. I’m sure it must be similar for a female. And they did happen to be in the same house at the same time that day. If I put emotions aside, it may have not been as deceptive as it felt. But Goddess, it fucking killed me. It tortured me. I’d rather Sara run her blade through my whole body than feel how much my heart ached after witnessing what had happened.

She stifled the gasp as her gaze fell on Ella sat in the center of a circle of candles and a small stone slab in front of her that held a dish, with a bloodied heart. Ella remained focused as she stared intently at the heart before her and closed her eyes, tilting her head back as she raised her arms skyward and began chanting: By moonlight's glow and shadows deep, I call upon the secrets that this blood keeps. In darkness woven, in silence sealed, My essence from werewolves is now concealed. Blood and power, intertwined fate, Make my scent elusive from their hate. By the moon's command and shadows' might, Conceal me now, hidden in plain sight.

“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.

that gave me the strength to keep moving. I reached the massive, shifting wall of Fenrir's shadow chest. Up close, the darkness felt like ice-cold needles, but I didn't pull back. I reached out and placed my bare palm against the swirling ink of his fur. The Heart of the Wolf on my chest erupted in a blinding, rhythmic pulse. It wasn't a burn this time; it was a heartbeat. I poured that warm, golden light straight into the center of his corrupted soul core. It was like pouring liquid gold into a cracked vessel. As the light flooded him, the connection became a two-way street, and suddenly, I wasn't in the seal realm anymore.

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.”

They braced themselves, their bodies poised for battle, as a massive werewolf burst through the foliage. The creature towered over them, its fur bristled and eyes glimmering with a wild, feral intensity. It snarled, revealing sharp fangs and claws, emanating a primal threat. This was no ordinary werewolf; it was a formidable adversary, driven by a dark desire for the Heartstone. Luna and Amelia exchanged a glance, communicating their strategy wordlessly. With their bond bolstered by the power of the Heartstone and their love, they charged forward, their weapons gleaming in the moonlight.

The world blurred as her vision dimmed, and she succumbed to unconsciousness. Berry found herself standing on a bright and huge expanse of field. Then, she heard a loud howl, a silver werewolf stood on a desolate hill, howling with haunting agony. The wolf’s eyes, a vivid shade of red, reflected pain and longing and Berry choked back the tears that she did not know was beginning to form. It was painful; the pain that the silver wolf buried deep in her heart, Berry could so vividly feel it.

Kyle asked with a deadpan expression. "Force? Kyle you know you were born for this and you can't escape it. The Lycans and Werewolf's need a good ruler that will defeat Grey Jang. After the Grey is gone, you can go back to your CEO life." Drew retorted and Kyle glared at him and Drew made the gesture of zipping his mouth and throwing the key away. Grey Jang is a vampire who seeks revenge on Lycans and Werewolf's. Grey claimed that the Werewolf's killed his wife and now seeks revenge. He had a lot of minions which he occasionally sent to the Werewolf territory but the Vampires were defeated by the Werewolfs usually because of numbers advantage.