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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

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."

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?

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.

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.

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.

He had a werewolf. Great.

A chilling beauty that feels fundamentally wrong, like a smooth, perfect mask stretched deliberately over something ugly and cruel. She crouches easily beside Kael’s massive, still body, slides her delicate hand into his chest as if it were nothing more than water or smoke. Then, she pulls out his heart—bright red, pulsing, and dripping heavily with blood. She drags her tongue slowly and deliberately over the fresh blood on her fingers, smiling in content at the taste. Then she looks directly up and stares into my eyes. “Isn’t it a shamefully magnificent thing?” she purrs, her voice silky and chillingly amused. “The Almighty Lycan King’s heart resting right here in my hands?”

He grabbed the unbreathing Wren by his neck and raised him up in front of him before using his claws to rip Wren’s heart out of his chest, mindlessly dropping his dead body on the ground. With Wren’s heart on his hands, he showed it to every wolf in their own council quarter in the dark forest. “I don’t need cowards in my army. If you want to fight for your freedom, throw away your fears and hesitations.” Zeev walked towards Ezekiel who had his eyes glaring at him, reaching out for his hands and put Wren’s heart on Ezekiel’s palm. “Only the fearless can survive.” he added, staring at Ezekiel’s eyes with his evil smirk on his face.