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“I just had to sneak out because it’s a full moon and I didn’t want anybody to know that I didn’t have a wolf.” “Ohhh.” She muttered under her breath. “But you told me you found your true mate, right?” I nodded. “Yes.” “So he didn’t figure out that you were wolfless? How did your wolves sense each other?” She asked, lowering her voice. I blinked at her question, my throat suddenly dry. “I don’t…. I don’t know.” I replied, confusion creeping into my tone. “I just felt it. I don’t know how. But I know that he's my true mate. One can’t deny the connection.”

We channeled the combined energy into the book. The pages began to turn on their own, not to the Symphony of Silence, but to a section near the very back I hadn’t seen—pages that felt older, their vellum brittle. Script flared to life, not the elegant Weaver language, but a harsh, angular script that looked carved by claws. The language of the ancient wolf councils. As we focused, the ribbon in my hand grew warm. A vision began to form, not in my mind’s eye, but in the air above the grimoire, woven from silver light and shadow.

| 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.

I command, my voice cutting clean through the chaos. My warriors obey instantly. They form a protective arc around me, blades flashing, teeth bared. A wolf lunges from the right—one of Keith’s chiefs—and is intercepted before he can reach me. My warrior tears out his throat with efficient brutality. The metallic scent of blood thickens the air. And beneath it— There. A pulse. Deep. Ancient. Calling to me. The Heart. My lycan stirs, her presence coiling through my mind like silver mist. Closer, she whispers, low and hungry. It beats for us.

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!

My heart slammed violently in my chest. I smell different. Of course, he could tell. He was a werewolf. I swallowed nervously. “I… think you have the wrong person.” The moment those words left my lips, something strange happened. A sudden heat spread through my chest. It felt like an invisible thread had snapped right inside me. My breath hitched, not just because of what it meant. But because Tristan felt it too. I saw it in his eyes. His pupils dilated sharply and for one second, his grip loosened.

"Remember the plan. We lure Viktor's forces out, then hit them hard and fast. Seraphine, you handle the wards and traps. Harley, you and I will lead the charge." Harley squeezed her hand, his eyes filled with determination. "We’ve got this." Seraphine nodded, her eyes glowing faintly with magic. "Let’s end this." As they advanced, the forest around them seemed to come alive with dark energy. The presence of the Heart of Darkness was palpable, a heavy weight pressing down on them. The werewolves moved silently, their senses heightened by the looming threat. --- Viktor stood at the entrance of the temple, his body radiating dark energy. The Heart of Darkness pulsed with power, amplifying his s

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

Perhaps it has something to do with wolfsbane and mountain ash Denver had mentioned earlier. As they passed through my spot, my werewolf eyes were helplessly staring at Nathalie's face. My wolf arms badly wanted to snatch her body from them but I could barely feel my arms and legs anymore. They were both numbed already. Perhaps that is what Denver said earlier. "Put her back... Please?" I kept begging them. But it seems that they could barely hear my voice anymore. None of them turned back at least a glimpse at me. Impotent, turmoil and utter remorse emerged deeply beneath my wolf's heart like a thunderbolt. The intensity of the feeling that crawled throughout my veins was immeasurable and u

The crew members stood frozen at their posts, eyes wide with a mixture of awe and fear, as Amelia felt the charge of power thrumming beneath her skin. As she stood on the deck, an intense wave of energy washed over her, sparking an awakening that surged through every fiber of her being. The medallion around her neck pulsed in response, resonating with the deep, primal call of her true self—the powerful werewolf within. For the first time, she sensed a profound unity between her human spirit and the fierce wolf energy lying dormant.