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“You need to feed.” “I know. Let’s head downstairs and make sure everything is ready to open, I can’t guarantee the wolf will stay calm if we wait too long.” “Ma’am, you need to feed now. I can feel your wolf, I can feel her calling for my submission. She wants to hunt.” “Luke, I…” He rolled his sleeve up, offering me his wrist. I could see the vein pulsing, I could hear his heart speed up in anticipation. My breathing slowed, my body tensed. I needed this so badly.

The other two wolves have finally managed to get over here, and they pushed him off me, they attacked him, they left bloody marks over each other since they drew first blood from me, they went frantic, they went crazy, and they were ready to kill each other. I looked at them with fear filling my eyes, I was in pain, but the pain wasn't the worst thing that was going on, it wasn't my arm that was hurting, it was my heart that was aching, how could my three souls be fighting with each other, my heart was attacking itself, darkness, and pain were filling my head then.

Damon's barely holding in the laughter, despite the seriousness of the situation. Has he forgotten, or is he just trying to ignore the fact that this guard almost had his cruel way with me a few minutes ago? I gulp once the beast's eyes focus on me, and he shakes his head. Damon gasps and quickly sits down next to me, leaning closer to whisper: "This is Silas, Nero's wolf, and he wants you to watch, so no matter how disturbing the scene gets, keep watching. Don't, I repeat, don't defy a pureblood Alpha."

He dared… bloody saliva dripped down my chin. The wolf glared at the man through my eyes, saw the pulsing heart in his chest. He was no longer a man. He was prey. She breathed in his fear and loved it. My body was under her control. I got to my feet. Yves stood frozen, staring. “Jesus Christ… what the fuck are you?” “I am Death,” the wolf growled. She slammed her claws into his chest. “The monster in the dark,” the wolf snarled as she ripped out his heart, still beating, and took a bite.

But instead of old stories from my grandmother’s life, the pages were scrawled with strange symbols and sketches—shorthand in her handwriting explaining the purpose of different runes and sigils. Flipping through the pages, there were sketches of wolves, and the last page that she’d written in had a detailed rendition of a nightmarish wolf-beast that made my blood run cold at the sight of it, it’s eyes smudged over with charcoal in the shape of a protective rune. My heart raced when I realized what I was holding. This was no ordinary journal, it was a spell book.

So I convinced Auriana to bring the boy here for one final test. I heard footsteps from outside and I closed my eyes trying to feel the beat of his heart. A Werewolves heartbeat was different from that of a human and if one concentrated enough, he could identify it. I listened intensely to the rhythm of his heart. It was slow, measured. The Werewolves heartbeat was like a double beat. Unlike the humans, it was out of sync like. Thud-thud pause, thud-thud

“This will let her out. Let her remember what she was meant to be.” I took it. The glass was cold against my palm. “If I drink this, if I let my wolf out, I will not be able to control her.” “Good. You do not need control. You need rage.” I uncorked the vial. The scent hit me. Earth and blood and something wild. Something that called to the broken parts of me. I drank. Fire exploded through my veins. My wolf surged forward. Not submissive. Not weak. She was fury and teeth and claws that had been caged for too long.

Chapter 35 SERENA’S POV I felt the cold embrace of the darkness. It was suffocating, contrary to how vast it looked. The silence hummed in my bones. The ground beneath my feet was clear and slippery, reflecting a clear sky. Then, I saw her. My wolf. Her massive white form stood a few yards away. She was ethereal. She didn't growl. She remained still, reading me with her piercing gaze. Her familiar eyes were trying to communicate something to my soul.

I have to make the daughter of Alpha fall in love with me and they will know what slow death is. I heard she doesn’t like her own won’t kind. And that hits bingo for us. Let see what type of she-wolf is she who hates her packs. The evil smirk on my face appeared as I keep on going with thoughts of revenge with their whole route. I m confident in myself to make that she-wolf fall in love with me. I was trained tremendously on my strength, controlling my thirst for blood. I m born handsome I don’t have to put much effort into my face.

He grabbed the unbreathing Wren by his neck and raised him up in front of him before using his claws to rip Wren’s heart out of his chest, mindlessly dropping his dead body on the ground. With Wren’s heart on his hands, he showed it to every wolf in their own council quarter in the dark forest. “I don’t need cowards in my army. If you want to fight for your freedom, throw away your fears and hesitations.” Zeev walked towards Ezekiel who had his eyes glaring at him, reaching out for his hands and put Wren’s heart on Ezekiel’s palm. “Only the fearless can survive.” he added, staring at Ezekiel’s eyes with his evil smirk on his face.