All Chapters of My Werewolf Heartbeat: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

One Month Later   It had continued since that night. The bloodshed had continued.         Everyone was awakened everyday by loud cries and weeping. Every morning, a new body was buried, or rather bodies were buried.         So far, the pack had lost forty five members. Although we were all aware that it was the handiwork of the Lycans, we never still caught them during operation. Even when everyone stayed awake till morning, somebody would still be found dead.           Dylan was growing temporarily insane as everyone looked up to him for solutions and although none of the pack members said it out loud to his hearing, he was still aware of

I guided my face with my hand as the bright lights made me lose sight.        The lights were turned off and at my front was Checkmate.        "Checkmate?" I wondered in surprise. "What are you doing.here?"      "Actually, I should be asking you that." He replied      "You shouldn't be awake this late in the night. What of if…"           "The lycans? Don't bother," he replied as he flaunted  an old hunter's gun in his hands. "I'm waiting fo

I attempted looking back but she twisted my face. "Don't." She said aggressively.        "Is he Lord Saints?" I asked fearfully.      She didn't respond but continued leading me back to the truck.       As we arrived at the truck, she pushed me into the car, which led to me hitting my fore head. I bellowed in pain which drew the attention of the so-called person we avoided.       "Scar!" He called out. The Lycan lady paused in a heartbeat and after some seconds she turned around reluctantly and let out an insincere smile. "My Lord, Sebastian. Good day." 

Had I been dreaming?          Was everything one long awful dream? Was it just an awful nightmare which I'd soon wake up from? I'd probably wake up to Maribel's voice, telling me to hurry to school. Have another day facing Clarissa and Janette awfulness,then I would ride back home with my bicycle, singing along to my favorite band music.          A life, where things like werewolves and Lycans weren't real. A life where I was nothing but a normal girl with normal dreams, wishes and goals. A life where I wasn't a sex slave.           But then it wasn't a dream. It was real.        It

They opened the door and the first sight i saw brought tears to my eyes.     Maribel was seated on a basket wicker chair which rocked back and forth. She had a novel in her hands which she concentrated on which made her not notice that three people had walked in.          What brought a faint smile and two heavy drops of tears from.my eyes was the large bump on her belly.   "Maribel." I said faintly. "Maribel."        She lowered the novel and stared at who was calling her. As her eyes met mine I could see the shock in her eyes.    &n