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A territorial urge welled up within my chest and the little hairs on the back of my neck rose as I got to my feet. "Back off, Eve," Elias warned. Xander sat back in his chair, folding his arms across his chest as a self-satisfied smirk spread across his lips. But Eve never took her eyes from mine and then growled, low, barely audible. Something inside of me welled up within my chest, and then I felt my eyes flare. "There it is!" Eve smiled, pointing at me as a smile lit her lips. "Xander, did you see it?" Xander nodded, looking into my eyes. "Sweetheart, you're part wolf. How big a part, I have no idea, but you have enough."

In one swipe, I cut off the bitten area. 'PAT' She jerked back, her eyes cautioning. Good. "So you would know about Sienna too." She scoffed as if what I said was in itself absurd, "That she's from the filthy dogs, Werewolves?" She scoffs, "So is the other half of the city. It wasn't even worth mentioning." I cut pieces by piece, slicing off only the parts that could give away my ruse. Sally wisely kept her mouth shut. She knew Sienna was shady anyway, I focused my rage on the meat to spare her pretty face.

Her breathing was steady, her posture carrying an ancient, regal grace that made both Alphas instinctively want to drop to their knees. ​"I can feel them," she whispered, looking at her hands. "The wolves... the ones who are berserk. The ones who have been corrupted by the Defiler's shadow. I can hear their cries in the wind." ​"What does it feel like?" Lysander asked, stepping up to her right side, his stormy eyes searching her face. ​"It feels like... a song," she said, a small, sad smile touching her lips. "A song that has been sung in the dark for too long. But I can change the notes now. I can bring them peace."

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

Her pendant—two wolfsbane branches circling opposed helms—snapped and skittered across the gravel, spinning to a stop in a coppery smear. They dragged. She changed. The growl rose first—wet, subterranean—before the body followed. Bones unzipped and reset; sinew braided and surged; fur erupted through skin. In a breath, where Sara had been, a towering brown werewolf stood, eyes molten gold. Her left arm tore free. The blond didn’t even scream as her claws opened him face to gut, a red curtain dropping in one stroke. “The—fuck—RUN!” the big one choked. Three bolted, boots collapsing into slapstick panic. She didn’t chase.

" 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? "

RECOMMENDED SONG: **Broken Strings By James Morrison, Nelly Furtado** Just the moment, Scarlet heard him, she realized that only Emerald was immune to Wolfsbane. In the blink of an eye, many of the werewolf soldiers were paralyzed and many were dead with amputated heads and legs. Scarlet looked at the pouring clouds,

Unknown The night air quivered with an electrifying charge, a current that swept through the forests, mountains, and valleys, igniting a wildfire of elation. Under the gaze of a waxing moon, the werewolves of the world stood in poised silence, their fur bristling with anticipation. Flameheart, the alpha of alphas, had sent out the call. It began as a whisper in their minds, a tendril of thought so faint it could have been mistaken for the wind. But swiftly, the whisper amplified into a roar. A mindlink of unprecedented power that connected every werewolf under the celestial dome.

My heart begins to beat on a fast pace, thrumming in my ears. “ Yes. First thing you have to learn is to control your emotions under all circumstances. Then, you have to learn to keep your…uhmmm… ” Wolf gets distracted and stops himself. “ Hmmm…” I hum, finding myself equally distracted like him. “ And then you have to learn to keep your heartbeat normal. ” Wolf finishes. My mind snaps back to reality as my eyes turn wide. His lips twitch and my eyes burn with anger. “ I can hear it… ” He trails off, his eyes moving away from mine. “ Actually…all werewolves can. They can hear heartbeats and the werewolves with higher ranks can even detect emotions. ”

"You don't seem to me as a deaf person, so I suppose that you must have heard when I told you that the person you're requesting of is my slave… except if you're requesting for another Hillary, and not Hillary Hunter." "Well, I've heard from my sources that you've taken her as your slave and I'm not going to be unreasonable about this. So, I'm here to make you an offer." I smiled, regardless of the loud thumping of my heart. "I'm all ears, Mr. Alpha." "For nearly nighteen years, my pack have been resisting your rule. We consist of almost three hundred healthy werewolves and we are highly resourceful." "So what is the offer?" I asked impatiently.