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Her body thrashed against his hands to get away but her every attempt was futile against his wolf. "Here." She heard his wolf's voice inside her head, "You love to tease me, my bitch? Now take what I give you. This is what you deserve. Now thrash against me more because it makes me much more hard. Scream until your throat dries but I will not stop until I am satisfied." She kept struggling to get free but Vishous’ wolf was stronger than any werewolf she had ever come across. His monster dick kept slamming inside her warmth continuously. Fucking her so hard that her body was colliding with the wall with a loud thumping voice.

I knew it because I had torn the hearts of many creatures and I could tell what I held wasn't a healthy heart. Looking at my hand, I confirmed by sight that I was correct. The heart which I held on my head was brownish . It wasn't even beating now that I took it out even though usually a fresh heart would still beat for a good one or a half minute. The color was similar to a rotten heart and upon closer inspection, it was indeed a rotten heart. The werewolf seemed to be damaged by the attack as his mouth spewed out blood but he could still form a smile. “I see that I can't kill you but that's not only what I learnt. Do you know, Milord? I am not here to kill you fairly.”

Zoe picked it up, her heart pounding, and unfolded it, then read. Dear Goddess’s Pet, I know you’ve been searching; I know you’ve found nothing. I am everywhere; I see everything you do.Save your time, this is a gift for the new Luna.: The Book of Life. The origins of werewolves… and more. Your answers lie within. Read it. Zoe’s breath hitched, then her grip tightened on the note as she continued reading. And remember… I want him back. You are the only one who can find him. Fail… and I will kill everyone you love.

However, it wasn’t pure gold; it shimmered with intertwining silver threads, like liquid moonlight coursing through the golden glow. Suddenly, my pup trembled violently, and an ancient, soul-stirring, and terrifying roar echoed. With the awakening complete, a golden paw emerged, sharp claws glinting. Then, a tiny werewolf head peeked out. “Mother!” The voice was small but clear, and two round, bright eyes stared directly at me. I flinched at the sudden call, and Kaeren appeared beside me as well. The little pup stretched, its golden fur patterned with sacred silver markings—the legendary emblem of the Primordial Lycan!

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 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.

Ysolde rose and crossed to the bedside table and picked up the small leather book of pack-songs from where she had set it the previous afternoon, and she sat back down in the chair by the window and opened the book to the small careful place she had marked with a thin grey ribbon, and she began to read. She read in the small soft voice she used for reading. The pack-song was an old one in the Lycan tongue Elowen had learned as a child at her father's house, and the small old words were the small old words of every western Lycan child who had ever been put to bed by a nurse who knew the song. The small grey wolf in the song went out into the snow at the full moon to find a child who had wande

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