The silver heart floated above the black pool.
It was enormous.
Not like a human heart.
It was made of crystal and silver light, beating with a rhythm that seemed to shake the entire kingdom.
Thump.
The walls trembled.
Thump.
The floor cracked.
Thump.
And every wolf in the chamber fell silent.
Azael stared at it with something I had never seen in his eyes before.
Desire.
"The Heart of the Moon."
His voice was almost a whisper.
"After all these centuries..."
I stepped in front of it.
"You'll never touch it."
Azael smiled.
"Move."
"No."
His eyes flashed gold.
"You have no idea what you're protecting."
"I know enough."
"You are protecting the very thing that can save this world."
I tightened my grip on my sword.
"Then why do you want it?"
His smile disappeared.
"Bec
