The World of Beasts: She's Got Their Hearts novel Chapter 37

Injuring or killing a female while in a berserk state wouldn't result in a death sentence, but it would mean spending the rest of your life locked up in Interstellar Prison.

"Ana, are you mad at me?" Finlay asked softly, tugging on the sleeve of her shirt like a needy puppy. And just like that, the clingy, wolf side of him came out in full force.

"No, I'm not," Analise replied, shaking her head. "Just remembered something. That's all."

A loud clang echoed through the room as Karl slammed his horns into the bars of the cage again. His eyes were even redder than before, and he was now violently ramming the metal with his head.

"It's probably time to administer another sedative and suppressant," Jay said, glancing at Analise.

"We bulls need higher doses than most therians because of our size. But even then, sedatives and suppressants aren't ideal, so we always use them sparingly.

"Karl's willpower is unusually strong, so we don't need to use much more than we would for others."

Analise looked at Karl's horn, stuck awkwardly between the cage bars. It almost seemed like he was trying to pull it free. She stepped forward and placed her hand gently on the horn.

Jay opened his mouth, like he wanted to stop her, but hesitated. Scott and Finlay froze, too, clearly unsure what to do.

The moment Analise made contact, dark energy began to rise from Karl's body and flowed straight into her chest. She was the only one who could see the dark energy.

From the outside, it just looked like she was holding onto his horn.

"You guys look like you want to say something," Analise said, noticing the shift in their expressions.

"It's nothing." Jay wanted to say something but quickly shook his head when he saw Scott's warning look.

As the Vexoth venom slowly left Karl's system, his eyes cleared, and he slowly turned back into his therian form.

Karl's ears turned red, and his horns burnt up when he noticed the strange, beautiful woman holding onto his horns.

"Huh?" Analise blinked, feeling the temperature shift. She looked up at him, confused.

Karl was still avoiding her gaze, but since he was so much taller, she got a good look at his face when she tilted her head back. He had round eyes, a slightly fuller lower lip, and overall pretty decent features. There was a small scar near his right ear—about the length of her pinky finger.

"Thank you for calming me down," Karl stammered, his horns burning hotter by the second.