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If only nature hadn’t done that injustice then maybe the world would be different now. A painful scream pulled me back into reality. I stretched my head from behind him in an attempt to see what was happening. He was hoisting a grey wolf up in the air. He plunged his hand into the other’s chest, grasped its heart in his claws, and ripped it out. Then he dropped the heart, which was still beating, at my feet as if it was an offering.

He said entering the room, his eyes circling the whole corner of the house with his watchful eyes. “Please be seated” I signaled him to the couch. “Of course. Why don’t you sit too? You need rest after being extremely nervous.” He responded. Damn, I almost had forgotten that he was a werewolf and he can easily earshot my heartbeat. And at the moment, my heart was racing so badly. “Yes, I was quite excited to meet you and now, I am very nervous, you know. Getting to meet a great guy in the Amber City is a big honor to me.” I said trying to match the situation.

He felt like he was having a heart attack as everything on his surrounding had turned black. Cassadie had been killing vampires on this bar for hours. Very tricky. They seemed to have learned how to conceal their auras whenever she was around. Right now, there were only four vampires left but she couldn’t find them. Her detector says four, meanwhile her compass that points randomly anywhere. This means that the vampires were throwing their auras around the air that confuses the compass. Cassadie cursed. There could be more victims like yesterday.

The sensation was unlike anything Jack had ever experienced. It wasn't a sound, nor was it a vision. It was a map, etched not onto paper, but directly onto the canvas of his consciousness. A sprawling, three-dimensional tapestry of the entire city, woven from threads of instinct and dominance. With a mere thought, he could feel them—the scattered, hidden heartbeats of his kind. Each werewolf in the metropolis was a distinct point of light on this mental chart. Some flickered with a cold, blue terror, like mice hiding from a hawk. Others pulsed with a neutral, steady white, the glow of lone wolves minding their own affairs. And then there were the others—clusters of angry, defiant red, throbb

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 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

the voice said and it echoed in the place. “Who are you and what do you know about me and my family?” Jordan asked in a defensive voice. “I am Rowan Gerald, the first and only werewolf to possess the powers of a siren and be able to make a whole pack fall to their knees before me” the voice said proudly. “It's not something that you should be proud of, if you could only make them now to you when using a siren song then you weren't powerful, you were just obsessed with being powerful” Jordan said casually and he could feel the rage of the man that lingered in the air.

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.

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.

I hoped that my eyes were playing a serious prank on me I turned backwards and there was no longer a dog, but a man, I tripped and fell to the ground, while he stood just at my foot, and stared deeply into my eyes I stared back at him, with a shaky body Fear was painted all over my face, when I realized that, he had same grey eyes as the dog, Oh no! He is the wolf! No, it can't be…werewolves aren't real' I said to myself 'They're Fictional, they aren't real'