It doesn't follow rules. It doesn't obey time.
Here, silence speaks louder than words.
Here, hearts don't just beat... they burn.
Curious Facts About This Book
For those who read between the lines and feel more than they say...
Blood is not just nourishment - it's memory.
In this world, sharing blood between vampire and human awakens dormant memories, foreign emotions, and the possibility of loving without words.
What if love were an emotional transfusion that leaves a mark forever?
Autumn is not a season - it's a character.
Every fallen leaf, every gust of wind, and every orange sunset mirrors the emotional state of the protagonists. The forest feels, too. And watches.
Draven doesn't read minds... he reads emptiness.
His power is not telepathy - it's amplified empathy. He feels what others can't express. That's why Amaris is magnetic to him: her functional sadness is invisible to everyone... except him.
Emotional wounds beat like physical ones.
Here, emotions are not abstract. They become flesh. They manifest in breath, in skin, in gestures. Desire is not romantic - it's sensory, visceral, and eternal.
Every character carries a reflection of the reader.
They weren't made just to be watched, but for someone -maybe you- to see themselves in their silences, contradictions, and hunger for something they can't name.
This book doesn't speak of supernatural creatures. It speaks of people who feel too much in a world that feels too little.
Theren is no ordinary werewolf.
He belongs to an ancient bloodline called The Lost Forest Sons, inspired by old myths like Herne the Hunter. His inner fire echoes something that has been asleep since before human history began.
Every gaze holds an emotional color.
Draven's wine-red eyes, Theren's wild glare, and Amaris's ever-changing gaze are more than aesthetic - they're manifestations of inner states, ancient bonds, and soul ties.
The library is an emotional sanctuary.
It's the only place where the characters can touch without the world interrupting. There, pasts awaken, bonds activate, and time loses its grip.
Some sentences only shine at night.
A few phrases were written to be understood only if you've loved with pain, longed with fear, or felt like you never truly belonged... until this book found you.
The title Night Pulse has a double meaning.
It can be the pulse of desire... or the heartbeat of those who still feel deeply, even if the world thought them long gone.
Temporal Catt writes as if bleeding in ink.
She doesn't invent stories - she channels them.
Rooted in the romantic, the dark, and the supernatural, she gives life to characters who feel so deeply, they might break.
A lover of cloudy dusks, old books, and impossible connections, she creates universes where fragility becomes strength, and love - when it burns - leaves beautiful scars.
She doesn't write for everyone.
She writes for those who see themselves in the eyes of creatures that never asked to be human...
and yet love as if they were.