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In the distance, she could hear the sound of growls and snarls, echoing through the tre Her attention was drawn to the source of the commotion—a colossal werewolf emerged from the shadows, its dark fur bristling with savage power. Its eyes glowed with a fierce, yellow light, filled with an insatiable hunger. Lyra's breath caught in her throat as she watched the male human, his face etched with determination, step forward to face the terrifying creatur

So I convinced Auriana to bring the boy here for one final test. I heard footsteps from outside and I closed my eyes trying to feel the beat of his heart. A Werewolves heartbeat was different from that of a human and if one concentrated enough, he could identify it. I listened intensely to the rhythm of his heart. It was slow, measured. The Werewolves heartbeat was like a double beat. Unlike the humans, it was out of sync like. Thud-thud pause, thud-thud

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.

On the other, selfish possession and a pathetic attempt to win back what was lost. There was no comparison. From the crowd, a young wolf couldn't help but whisper in awe: “Gods above… she made the Vampire Prince himself bend the rules. That’s real power.”

Then another, and another, until the night was alive with their calls, a chorus of primal hunger that sent a shiver down my spine. My heart kicked against my ribs, the sound sinking into my bones. Out there, beyond the city's edge, the werewolves were gathering, their instincts unleashed by the moon's pull. I could almost see them - shadows moving through the trees, eyes gleaming, fangs bared as they sang to the night. The howls rose and fell, a haunting melody that tugged at me, calling me back to a world I'd tried to leave behind.

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.

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

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.

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.

I was standing still looking in both directions, wondering which one to take. “Scarlet Bloodmoon” Asher’s voice rumbled through the forest. I didn’t want to go back to him and I started to go back to where the woman was until 5 massive wolves rose from the ground. They looked like shadows with stars for eyes. They started bolting at me. I turned to run in the direction of Asher’s voice. Trying to escape these wolves. I haven’t shifted since I saw Asher and Saige Together at the mate ball. “I Asher Stormclaw, Son of Alpha Caleb and soon to be alpha, reject you as my mate and future Luna”