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Without a second thought, the hungry, evil, red-eyed werewolves were met with William’s bravery. On his face, there was no sign of dread. Anger and loathing may be seen in his golden eyes. He was planning his vengeance. He didn’t care if he died right now as long as he could let out the rage that was building up inside him.

The faces of the frozen wolves passed by, their silent screams echoing through the very air, a chilling testament to the Heartstone's perversion. I felt their despair, their life force stolen, a sickening emptiness that threatened to seep into my own soul. But I pushed it back, focusing on Olivia, on the life force she represented. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, we reached the Heartstone. It pulsed with a sickly green light, veins of black, corrupted energy pulsing beneath its crystalline surface, feeding the ice that held the wolves captive. It was a monstrous, beautiful thing, a power source twisted to malevolent ends.

Figures emerged from the shadows—tall, imposing wolves with eyes that glowed like stars. “Who… who are you?” Rhea asked, her voice trembling. One of the wolves stepped forward, its voice echoing in her mind. “We are the first. The guardians of the Heart.” Rhea’s breath caught. “Why are you showing me this?” “The Heart of the Moon is not just power,” the wolf said. “It is balance. If it falls into the wrong hands, the world will burn.” The vision shifted, showing images of destruction—forests ablaze, rivers running red, and shadows consuming the land.

Seraphina said softly, stepping in front of both Alphas. She simply raised her left hand, flexing her fingers. The combined power of the Fourth and Fifth Moon Hearts flared from her palm, unleashing a massive, sweeping wave of violet-silver starlight that washed over the charging berserkers like a tidal wave. The moment the celestial light touched the corrupted wolves, they did not scream in agony or burst into flames. Instead, the sickening black fluid veins running through their skin instantly dissolved. The dark red glow in their eyes faded into clear, amber brown as the dark thrall was violently purged from their bodies.

"Yes. I doubt that Jordan himself will make any one his mate." "B-but," I stammered. "What is the difference between Jordan and his wolf, aren't they one and the same." She chuckled. "It's obvious that you just discovered about your nature and the supernatural world not too long ago." She walked back to the shelf and searched for a while until she picked out a brown covered book and handed it to me. "Have this." She said, "It will tell you the basic things you need to know about werewolves and Lycans."

They saw a man with long hairs, large and hairy body was approaching them. He had a dangerously clawed hands. Saliva like substance along with blood was oozing out from the snapping joints. He was screaming and growling, slowly moving towards them. He was scratching his body with his hand. Rosy looked at Drake and said, " Oh! my goodness. His werewolf personality came out now." " He did hear the complete truth about them. We don't know whom he will assume as his enemy and take revenge. What to do now?

The ground beneath us trembled, as if the earth itself feared what was about to come. The hearts began to levitate, their forms bathed in the pulsating light of the circle. The hybrid’s heart was the first to rise higher, its pulse matching the rhythm of Andromeda’s voice. The virgin witch’s heart followed, its magic shimmering like a veil of starlight. Finally, the heart of the treacherous wolf ascended, its energy dark and raw, a reminder of the betrayal that had paved the way for this moment.

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He ignored it and dung his right hard into the human heart. She coughed out blood before giving up the ghost "So warm" he whispered. Tearing the organ softly in his mouth,his scarlet red eyes were filled with joy "You disgust me" she said stepping into the light. "You're here? Have a bite. It's delicious. So warm, soft and tender. This is better than any damn food! Werewolves needs a humans flesh. It's much better "he rasped with bloodthirstiness. "Tch!" He smiled coyly and then devoured the heart in a haste

"Yet amidst the chaos and bloodshed, two souls dared to defy the norms of their time, forging a connection that would forever alter the course of our history." As they ventured further into the chamber, they encountered a series of ancient scrolls meticulously preserved within ornate chests adorned with symbols of both clans. With trembling hands, Seraphina unrolled the first scroll, her eyes widening as she beheld the handwritten accounts of the Werewolf Heir and the Vampire Heart, their words resonating with a passion and intensity that transcended time itself.