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Nathaniel clenched the tip of my shoulder as I was about to hop out of the car. "Hear what?" I asked with my sharp eyes pointed at his hand. Then, he let go of his grip and nodded to the house. "Heartbeats." He muttered. Out of curiosity, I enhanced my werewolf senses and dragged them to the house. Indeed, there were thunderous heartbeats vibrated my ears. The kind of heartbeats when you feel when something was trying to kill you. "She's in danger..." I quickly hopped out of the car and shift into a wolf and jumped over the fence.

He towered above me like a dark mountain with bright red eyes that shone like the stars in the sky. "I want them both dead!" I heard Bazaar yell. Several werewolves protectors and hunters encircled us ready to attack. The blood-eyed werewolf howled and I saw them scattered about like dead leaves by the powerful sound that came from his mouth. My face grimaced in pain at the sound, it was too strong for my ears. My ears felt like they were bleeding. My hand pressed hard against both ears trying to block out the dangerous and deafening sound. "You both will not leave this wall alive," Bazaar and more of his guards aimed their weapons shooting wolfbanes arrows at us.

he stuttered as he said those words looking at Tyson who was strucked he didn't say anything else but bypassed him with an incredible speed going away and he disappeared. What he didn't know and didn't notice was that ,with one chain breaking after another and the breathing process Changing his aura also changed,it was terrifying it could surpass and even kill everyone near him he released his aura unconsciously and didn't know but this hurts hoger who was just a rogue in the past,every breathing he undertook was with a great difficulty and soon what he saw wasn't Tyson he knew it was the first time for hoger seeing such thing. Tyson who was running didn't notice that everywhere he passed he

Vincent was holding a particular book he felt would contain the information he was looking for, his senses alert and ready for anything: fight or run. The man on the other hand, wearing a mockery pity all over him, smiled sadly and shook his head. Priests of the old religion are known to always use werewolves for sacrifice. It was never an easy task to capture a werewolf, but when the priests put their mark on one, they get summon it when they want. As this priest stood there, all he saw was a cornered lamb for sacrifice.

"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.

he read out from the torn paper. “This is all we have. It must have been from the actual book,” he said. I collected the torn paper and immediately I touched it. My wolf jerked awake. Power ran through my veins, my body hitting up as my chest tightened in pain. I grab my chest as I hear whispers, whispers of wolves howling in pain, people crying and pups screaming their mother’s name in pure agony. I groaned, hitting the table in front of me. My chest was very heavy. It was like I was bearing thousands of wolves’ pain in my chest.

The other two wolves have finally managed to get over here, and they pushed him off me, they attacked him, they left bloody marks over each other since they drew first blood from me, they went frantic, they went crazy, and they were ready to kill each other. I looked at them with fear filling my eyes, I was in pain, but the pain wasn't the worst thing that was going on, it wasn't my arm that was hurting, it was my heart that was aching, how could my three souls be fighting with each other, my heart was attacking itself, darkness, and pain were filling my head then.

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.

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

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.