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Damon's barely holding in the laughter, despite the seriousness of the situation. Has he forgotten, or is he just trying to ignore the fact that this guard almost had his cruel way with me a few minutes ago? I gulp once the beast's eyes focus on me, and he shakes his head. Damon gasps and quickly sits down next to me, leaning closer to whisper: "This is Silas, Nero's wolf, and he wants you to watch, so no matter how disturbing the scene gets, keep watching. Don't, I repeat, don't defy a pureblood Alpha."

I followed behind knowing very well the enemies were just a step away and probably our death as well. "Well, well well welcome to your fate of doom love birds. Today we witness the death of Kyson and his lover!" I felt weak hearing him freely announcing the death of my woman. No man this time you've got it wrong. I stepped forward and Cade did the same. I could feel myself surging with power. Merging all my elements. Fire, wind, ice, lightning all coming out. My nails adjusted to a centimetre and my eyes became red and my voice sounding in form of a roar. My fangs were exposed, itching to bite in some flesh. I felt energy and my control was slowly fading. I moved with great speed and lunged

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Werewolf hearts. I recognized them instantly. They looked exactly like the ones we were shown in Pack Biology class. A normal human heart is dense muscle. But a werewolf’s? It’s layered. Hardened like stone around the edges, molten and pulsing at the core, because our lives are tied to the moon and bloodlust. And right now, those hearts were laid out like fancy steak platters. Still beating, barely alive, bound by some twisted vampire magic that kept them pulsing slowly. Like drums of torment.

I scream as I hold it away from biting my head off, his body pressing on mine. I am not losing this fight, not tonight. I raise my fist and hit him on his chest. It stops for a second as the wolf looks as if shocked and caught by surprise. I don’t stop pushing my fists and I feel warm and I scream again, and I flex my fingers, and I know I am inside its chest. I want its heart. And so I hold its heart in my chest. we are not looking at each other as I hold the pumping heart and without seeing tonight, I pluck it out, withdrawing my hand from his chest.

"Remember the plan. We lure Viktor's forces out, then hit them hard and fast. Seraphine, you handle the wards and traps. Harley, you and I will lead the charge." Harley squeezed her hand, his eyes filled with determination. "We’ve got this." Seraphine nodded, her eyes glowing faintly with magic. "Let’s end this." As they advanced, the forest around them seemed to come alive with dark energy. The presence of the Heart of Darkness was palpable, a heavy weight pressing down on them. The werewolves moved silently, their senses heightened by the looming threat. --- Viktor stood at the entrance of the temple, his body radiating dark energy. The Heart of Darkness pulsed with power, amplifying his s

I closed my eyes, letting the heat currents rage within me, surrendering to the wildness of the wolf. I let the moans fall from my lips without thought. "Mmm… Rylan! Jarek!" "Here." They spoke in unison, both pausing momentarily at the coincidence. Then, a strong arm wrapped around me from behind—Jarek's. He took my limp, weak hand and guided it to rest on Rylan's sweat-slicked chest. There, a heart was pounding with the distinct, powerful rhythm of a werewolf. Against my back, another heart beat in time.

I kicked and hit at whatever it was holding me up, making small sparks fly. Something wet and hot dripped onto my face. I blinked rapidly trying to get the blood out of my eye. It stung from how dry my eyes were and it irritated the wound slightly. Another drop of something warm landed on my shoulder. Another drop dropped on my forehead, burning like fire. I shivered involuntarily as another drop of something cold and slimy dropped on top of me. It stung my skin and I flinched as another drop of something hot landed on my foot. My toes curled under the substance as I tried to pull them further apart to get away from the heat coming from the liquid. Finally, after what felt like hours, the pr

For Nicholas, the barcode was a blessing in disguise when because of it, all the werewolves were prohibited to do bad things, not just for their kind but for the humans as well. For that same reason, furious and hungry wolves, who love to stain their sharp claws and fangs with drops of blood, especially those ruthless alphas and Lunas have been dormant for years similar to a puppet. And he hasn’t heard any news about those merciless killings, colonization of other packs, and those unreasonable tortures all over the city.

Not while the wolf was so wound up. The other wolf didn’t relax externally, but as they sat there in silence, the pounding of his heart began to slow. It didn’t reach a normal heart rate, not in the short amount of time that Wren was in there before Jackson showed up, and Jackson showing up had the wolf’s heart jumping right back up but… But it was a good sign. It was a good sign that the wolf hadn’t rejected his company. Had started to calm down once he realized Wren wasn’t asking for or expecting anything from him. He followed Jackson and Kia out of the room feeling much more settled at the idea of the other wolf’s future.