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Werewolf hearts. I recognized them instantly. They looked exactly like the ones we were shown in Pack Biology class. A normal human heart is dense muscle. But a werewolf’s? It’s layered. Hardened like stone around the edges, molten and pulsing at the core, because our lives are tied to the moon and bloodlust. And right now, those hearts were laid out like fancy steak platters. Still beating, barely alive, bound by some twisted vampire magic that kept them pulsing slowly. Like drums of torment.

As the members of the Crimson Pack tensed, their instincts sharpened, and their eyes narrowed in anticipation. The air became heavy with tension as the growl reverberated through the woods, causing the very ground to vibrate beneath their feet. Rey's heart pounded in her chest as she recognized the familiar scent—a scent that stirred a mixture of fear and familiarity within her. It was the scent of a rogue werewolf, one who had abandoned all ties to packs and lived a solitary and dangerous existence.

" I can't answer that question because you just lied. I guess you have forgotten that the sound of your heartbeat can reach my ears. " Sophia felt the chamber crushing against her. She had just messed up. She totally forgot. Werewolves did not just have the ability to hear. It was a special ability. Even the faintest of sounds could make a perfect sense to the person beside you. So, it was very normal that the beating of her heart could be heard very clearly by the alpha king. " Urgh.. " she recoiled. " I must have told a lie. " " You told a lie to an alpha king. " Derek said. " Do you know what that entails? "

"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 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

And love had chosen them back. The curse was gone. The packs were whole. And in Elara’s womb, a new heartbeat answered the dawn. The werewolf’s bride had become the werewolf’s mother. And the story, after so much blood, so much darkness, finally found its light.

“Come here.” Lucien pulled me into a warm hug. For the first time in my life, I felt whole. I was no longer the broken girl who didn’t have a wolf. My father’s death had ended the war, but my mother’s confession had given me back my power. I couldn’t wait to meet my wolf. I couldn’t wait to navigate my new life with the absolute love of my life by my side. ~~~~~~ Thank you for reading until the end. <3.

Turns out most men aren’t very practical thinkers—they need disaster to strike before they realise the risk. Caspian headed for the old newspapers and tabloids, spending almost half an hour wrestling with dust-coated shelves. I focused on myself instead. My heart had been stolen first. I started with records of unnatural werewolf murders. I pulled two books from the restricted section. Both mentioned heart organs stolen from two wolves by sorcerers, later trafficked through the black market. I thought about the link between the organ thefts described in the books and the heart thefts I’d experienced—mine, and the one Alpha Fridmund’s sibling had suffered.

The world blurred as her vision dimmed, and she succumbed to unconsciousness. Berry found herself standing on a bright and huge expanse of field. Then, she heard a loud howl, a silver werewolf stood on a desolate hill, howling with haunting agony. The wolf’s eyes, a vivid shade of red, reflected pain and longing and Berry choked back the tears that she did not know was beginning to form. It was painful; the pain that the silver wolf buried deep in her heart, Berry could so vividly feel it.

“But Aion is right. You need to keep calm. It won’t do to let anyone know how much you care about this girl already. Everyone’s nervous now that the rumor has gotten out that she’s a witch.” “I still don’t understand how that got out so quickly,” said Roman. Aion glanced over at the two of them. “We are part of a werewolf pack that can sense people’s emotions and mind read each other sometimes. Don’t worry. When she gets back, we’ll keep her close.” Roman smiled. He was glad that they had welcomed Nora so quickly and could only hope that the rest of the pack would follow suit. “She’s here,” Aion said, “I just saw the car pull up to the building.”