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But my wolf blood responded to it, my fingers trembling with a sharpened edge, like a predator ready to strike. I closed my eyes, the score of The Love flashing in my mind. When I opened my eyes again, my gaze was cold and calculating. In the next moment, my fingers flew across the piano, and a flowing melody filled the air. The delicate notes, soft rhythm, and soothing tempo swirled together. As the melody rose and fell, it was as though a pure maiden stood by the water's edge, her graceful form blowing in the golden breeze. Werewolves’ hearing is far more acute than that of humans. They could catch every subtle shift in emotion in each note, and the music overpowered even the red-clad woma

And finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Xareth stood, bloodied but triumphant, while the witch fell to her knees, a thin line of black blood tracing down her mouth. He had won. But as I looked around at the witches who still stood, unfazed and watching with lifeless patience, I realized something chilling: This was only the beginning. “Get me the Heartstone,” Xareth said coldly. I didn’t question it. I shifted, bones cracking, fur tearing through skin, and my wolf surged forward. She leapt at the old witch’s chest, her claws slicing through the brittle fabric of time and skin, her claws sinking into the exact spot where the pulsing energy resided.

I’m holding myself ramrod stiff. I hear her deep sigh as she moves away. I exhale in relief, but I’m also disappointed. As a Werewolf, I have slept with a fair number of females from my pack. When they’re in heat, it’s almost impossible to refuse them, and the truth is, I have never wanted to refuse any of them.

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'

The Sivercrest pack helped by members of the Whitefang pack was gaining ground on them killing more and more of their warriors. The war had already gone on for over twenty-four hours and they were all exhausted from the fighting. More wolves soon launch at them and they each take on as much as they can. These wolves looked different and savage with big red eyes and smelled horrible... one of the wolves moves forward growling menacingly at him, he launches for his already bleeding shoulder and tries to bite out a chunk from it which he dodges him and the wolf tumbles to the ground with a big fall, he looked very upset now as he was snarling ferociously at him and with a totally unnoticeable m

I heard Bazaar. I then know what the dark smoke was. It was wolfbane the substance they discovered to kill and weaken a wolf. The wolfsbane was now causing me difficulty breathing. My eyes run water and my vision became blurry still I didn't close my eyes. My eyes remained half-opened until I saw the dark dust that surrounded us slowly disappeared. When it did everyone within the wall was lying on the floor still and scared. It was not easy seeing them since my vision was still a bit blurry, but there was one image I could see clearly, and that was a white large werewolf that appears to be a she-wolf lying on the ground with a knife in its heart, covered in bright red blood. Bazaar walked ov

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.

But to her, it was the classical music that she had been yearning to hear for months. She was definitely on cloud nine. Her thirst had been quenched by this French hottie for less than an hour. Rozelyn hoisted her lower body for a bit and spread her legs wider, making Han’s manhood enter deeper. And so it did reach deeper, deeper. She could feel him in her stomach—in her wet core. The fire in the fireplace suddenly bursts into flames—a signal for the Empath werewolf that the Thaumaturge vampire was nearing the summit.

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.