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“The guy I met last weekend — umm, what's his name again? Barry or maybe Larry, shit I can’t remember his name, but he just didn't do it for me—Maybe I just need to meet the right guy.” AWOOOO! A loud howl ripped through the silent night, startling the girls. The werewolf was pissed, how dare this Barry or Larry touched her. How dare he sampled what rightfully belonged to him. He told himself if he ever got his paws on this filthy guy, his head would roll, literally. It howled again, louder this time. “What the hell was that?” Katherine asked as she grabbed onto her friend.

There isn’t much time before I need to start. The howls from the tormented beasts are no longer the only sounds in the air. Now the united packs of free werewolves are making their joint presence known. Hundreds of wolves cry out into the night. The noise suddenly stops and an eerie silence falls over the whole forest. The hour has finally arrived and all hell is about to break loose. ‘Please, here me Goddess.’ I turn my face up to greet her bright light and begin the incantation meant to free the enslaved. There is only a slim chance of this working unless Keeva brings me a cursed life as the sacrifice.

| HAILEY | Xavier’s eyes shifted, ocean blue fading into molten gold. The air around us thickened, alive with wild energy. His wolf had taken control. “Turn around now!” a low, rumbling growl tore from Xavier’s chest. I didn't hesitate. Rolling onto my back, I sank into the mattress, the sheets cool against my overheated skin. My breath hitched as I hooked my hands behind my knees, drawing my legs up and apart, exposing my pussy completely to Xavier’s predatory gaze.

For a heartbeat, the noise fell away. “You are my vow, Serena,” he said, voice low but carrying. “Before them all. Before the moon, before the chains that bind us. Even if it costs me everything, I will never let you go.” My chest broke. My heart ached so violently I thought it would shatter. But the pack did not soften. If anything, the divide widened before my eyes. The younger wolves roared approval, pounding their chests, their voices a storm. The elders scowled, rigid, their staffs striking the stone in warning. And in the shadows, Mirek’s face was carved with grief.

But through the bond, I felt it—a low, constant, predatory hum, the readiness of a wolf who knows he is walking into a trap and is eager to spring it. The massive, iron-wrought doors swung open silently, and the sound of the party washed over us. It wasn't the sound of laughter and joy, but a low, sophisticated murmur, the sound of predators purring. The air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume, old wine, and the distinct, coppery tang of werewolf.

The howl that split the night was not Silver Ridge, nor Nightfang—it was something older, wilder, and steeped in the same crimson light that drenched the land. It vibrated through Serena’s bones, rattling her ribs like a cage for the beast within. Her Onyx wolf surged, pressing against her skin, desperate to break free.

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.

Wisdom replied to Stella. And Stella really understands what he meant, because both him and Mikel are werewolves. But at least during the hunt, they are there to kill animals only not humans. Which is exactly the order given to them by the alphas. "So... everyone good night!" Stella said as she heads to the kitchen. After keeping the plates, from there she followed the other door and headed straight to her room. "Bro how was the mission?" Wisdom asked Switzer. "Very successful, according to our discussion I discovered that am the only one that makes her happy"

As much as I want to keep my eyes closed, I need to see Steven and Mavin's conditions. "Steven?" I called his name. He was nowhere in sight. The wolves are still fighting, trying to make their way toward me. A wolf stood out because it was trying to stop the other wolves from approaching me. "Steven? Is that you?" I asked. He never answered, but I could feel that it was him. Were they wolves too? But how? I stopped thinking when Steven whimpered. Another wolf growled at them and tried to prevent them from coming to Steven.

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