All Chapters of Feral Hearts: Luna Rising : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Back at Clark. As he was now left alone with the woman to interrogate and torment, he continued, his expression grave. “So this is how this is gonna go.” He began, his gun still pointed at her face.“I'll ask you three questions at once, and you're going to answer them correctly right after. But if I don't like each answer, I'll have to fire another bullet right through that same hole in your knee. Understood?” He stated, his tone resolute and menacing.The Receptionist, who was already sweating profusely and trembling from the pain in her knee joint, struggled to keep her face impassive and tone steady as she answered. “I'm just the receptionist. I know nothing.” Clark squinted his eyes and gritted his jaw in absolute anger as he aimed his gun at her knee to fire again, when the woman’s voice stopped him. “But I do know one thing," she grunted. "I know you’re not going to kill me.” She stated confidently, yet breathing raggedly. “You’re a Silversmith hunter and you would never hurt

As Clark sped down the winding dimly lit road, the twins’ relief at getting Kimberly away from Nicholas was short-lived. Suddenly, the car sputtered and swerved, tires screeching in protest. Clark’s eyes widened as he struggled with the steering wheel to maintain control.“What was that!?” Aaron yelled, bracing himself against the dashboard.“I don't know, but we're losing traction!” Clark exclaimed, his face grim.Suddenly, the car veered off the road, crashing through a makeshift barricade. The twins exchanged stunned glances as they took in the scene: a sabotaged bridge, twisted metals, broken tree branches and concrete blocking their path.Kimberly, who was still lying half asleep on the backseat, had firmly held onto the seat before her, bracing herself against falling from the swerving of the car. Once the car came to rest, she deliberately put down her legs on the car floor and sat erect, her movements unsteady. “What…what's happening?” she asked with a weak voice.Aaron turne

Sheila sank her fangs into Kimberly’s ankle and raced through the dense woods, her massive paws barely touching the ground as if she were running mid-air with her supernatural speed. When suddenly she abruptly slowed down and came to a halt.She unsunk her fangs from Kimberly’s limb, and Kimberly came crashing to the gravelly ground, her body brushing against the pebbles, leaves, and broken twigs on the forest ground.Ignoring Kimberly, who clutched her affected leg as she reeled from the utterly agonizing pain, Sheila narrowed her eyes, slightly jerking her head to the left. In her mind, she shut out Kimberly’s painful groans as she stood quietly, her wolf ears perking up in alertness, her amber eyes piercing past the trees and gazing clearly into the dimly lit mainroad.She stood tall in portentous silence as if listening to the wind. She mentally stifled the sounds that seemed to distract her. Sounds like the wind blowing softly against h

Clark stormed away, gaiting past the now empty spot he had left Aaron. He stormed back to the car, his anger simmering like a pot about to boil over. As he approached, he spotted Aaron by the side of the car, trying to get a call through the car dispatch, his face illuminated by the faint glow of Clark’s phone screen. Clark’s boots crunched on the gravel as he strode towards the driver’s seat. “That’s no longer necessary, let's go home, Aaron,” He growled, his voice low and somber.Aaron’s eyes widened in confusion as he turned to face Clark. “What do you mean? What happened?” he pressed, his voice laced with concern. “Where is Kimberly?”Clark’s face twisted in a scowl as he started the engine. “I gave her a choice, just like you wanted,” he began, his tone dripping with bitterness. “I told her to choose between our family and Nicholas …” He paused, as if replaying the event in his mind. The silence that followed was oppressive, punctuated only by the sound of their steady breathin

Just as Nicholas ensured Kimberly comfortably settled into his mansion, her family continued to plot against their ultimate downfall. On the other hand, Sheila, who was bearing malice with both Kimberly and Nicholas, was orchestrating a sinister come back plan. Meanwhile, while all this was happening, there was a sudden rise of rumors that spread like wildfire through the supernatural grapevine. The rumor was about the return of a fearsome, mighty werewolf, his name: Levi. Levi’s reputation preceded him, striking fear into the hearts of even the most seasoned pack members. They called him the Ultima, the supreme werewolf, and a descendant of the legendary Primordials. He emerged from the shadows, his eyes blazing with an otherworldly intensity. His gaze was a cold, calculated thing, weighing the worth of those around him. His presence was a dark storm cloud, casting a shadow over the land. And he moved with a purpose, driven by an intense singular focus —finding Kimberly.As he tr