เข้าสู่ระบบNoah's POV The chaos exploded all around us like the whole world was ending right there in that dirty lot outside the warehouse. Massive wolves with fur as dark as night and eyes glowing gold slammed into the Elders' executioners. Snarls ripped through the air, claws slashed, and guys screamed as they got thrown around like ragdolls. Gunshots cracked every few seconds, mixed with flashes of weird magic that lit up the red moonlight. But honestly? I barely registered any of it. My head was spinning too much from everything else.My grandma—the woman with that long silver hair and eyes the color of the red moon—still had her hand on my cheek. Her touch was warm, like the kind of hug you didn't know you needed until it happened. It felt ancient somehow, like it carried years and years of stories I didn't even know about. My heart was pounding so hard it hurt, and tears kept trying to sneak out of my eyes. After all the lies from Richard, the running, the fighting... this felt too real.
Noah POV The night air hit me like a slap when we stumbled out of that warehouse. My neck was on fire from the silver collar, blood still dripping down my shirt. Every step felt like knives in my legs, but I kept going. Marcus leaned heavy on my shoulder, barely standing. His face was all pale and sweaty, thumb still messed up badly, but he wouldn't let go of me. Dorian, Elara, and Jaxon stayed close behind us in a tight circle. We were all beat up, bleeding, exhausted as hell, but nobody was backing down. Not now.The Elders and their executioners waited for us outside. A whole line of them in the red moonlight, looking like ghosts ready to end everything. My heart pounded so hard I thought it might crack my ribs. This was it. After all the running, the fights, the lies... they had us cornered. I squeezed Marcus's hand tight, feeling his warm fingers even through the pain. He was my rock. The one person who made all this crap worth it. I loved him so much it hurt worse than the coll
Marcus POV Marcus watched Noah stomp on Richard's hand, and his chest squeezed tight. God, Noah looked so pissed and broken at the same time. That silver collar around his neck glowed like it was cooking him alive, blood running down his skin. I wanted to run over and hold him, tell him it was gonna be okay, but my body was wrecked. Silver poisoning burned through my veins like acid. My head spun from all the blood I lost, and my dislocated thumb hung there crooked and throbbing like fire. Every breath hurts. But I forced my legs to stay straight. No way was I letting Noah fight this alone. He was my mate. My everything. Losing him wasn't an option.I leaned against a busted crate near the candle circle, trying to catch my breath. The blue flames were mostly out now, but the air still felt heavy. Noah stood over Richard, looking down at the man who raised him like he was nothing but trash. I saw the hurt in Noah's eyes mixed with that cold anger. It made my heart ache. All those lies
Noah’s POV The dagger. Kael was going for it again. My heart slammed in my chest like it wanted to bust out. Everything hurts. The stupid silver collar around my neck burned so bad I could barely see straight. Blood trickled down my skin, warm and sticky. I wanted to scream, but I held it in. Marcus was right there, hurt and breathing hard, and I wasn't letting him go down. Not after all this crap."Stay back!" I yelled at him, my voice cracking like some scared kid. But he didn't listen. He never does. That's one of the things I love about him. He's stubborn as hell, just like me.Kael dove low, silver eyes glowing like freakish lights in the dark warehouse. His hand stretched out for that cursed dagger on the floor. Richard was laughing from the ground, all twisted up with his broken wrist and hand. "Yes! Do it, son!" he shouted, sounding crazy and desperate.I felt this rush of pure hate for Richard. The man who was supposed to be my dad. The one who lied to me my whole life, used
Noah POV The click sliced through the warehouse like a knife. Everything froze. My heart pounded against my ribs so hard I thought it might break. Richard’s head snapped up, eyes wild as he scanned the dark rafters. Kael’s silver eyes narrowed into slits. Somewhere in the shadows, hidden wolves growled softly, but neither of them moved. They couldn’t see the threat yet. A figure dropped from above, landing softly and quietly on the concrete like he’d done it a hundred times. Dorian. Marcus’s brother. The one everyone thought was dead. He stood tall, gun steady in his hand, face calm but hard. “Drop the dagger,” Dorian said quietly. Richard’s fingers tightened around the handle. “Who the hell are you?” “The man who’s going to put a bullet in your skull if you don’t let my brother go.” Kael stepped forward, chest puffed out. “You’re outnumbered.” Dorian didn’t even blink. “I’ve been outnumbered before. I’m still here. They’re not.” For a second, all eyes locked on Dorian. That
The truck bounced down the dark road, tires humming against cracked asphalt. I sat in the back seat, staring out the window at the passing shadows. My neck burned under that damn silver collar. Every bump sent a sharp sting through my skin. Elara gripped the wheel tightly, Jaxon sat beside her, quiet as a ghost, his new vampire eyes faintly glowing in the dashboard light. Blackthorn Road was very long, lined with old factories and broken fences. The note from Kael burned a hole in my pocket. I hadn’t told them. Not yet. If I went in alone like it said, maybe I could buy Marcus some time. My hands shook slightly, but I clenched them into fists. No running this time. Not without him. “You look like you’re about to bolt,” Elara muttered, glancing at me in the rearview mirror. Her voice was sharp, but there was something tired underneath it. I shook my head. “I’m not going anywhere. My only goal is getting Marcus out. That’s it.” She laughed, but it wasn’t a happy sound. “Right. B
The gun felt like a block of ice in my hand, heavy enough to make my wrist ache. Beyond the steel door, the world had turned into a literal horror movie. I could hear the sound of bodies hitting walls, the sound of breaking glass, and those horrible, high-pitched snarls that didn’t sound like any
*********** The gold in my eyes didn’t just fade; it burned out like a dying star, leaving my vision blurry and my head spinning. I was slumped against the cold concrete of the basement floor, my skin still slick with sweat and… well, us. Marcus was still hovering over me, his hands gripping my
The door of La Marée swung open, letting in a rush of cool evening air. My head snapped up. My heart was already ten steps ahead of my brain, it was hopeful, reckless, and beating so hard I was sure the waiter could hear it. For a split second, the entire restaurant went dead silent. I expected
My knees hit the hardwood with a thud that vibrated up my spine. I was the CEO of a billion-dollar empire. I fired people before my morning coffee. I ran boardrooms like a small god. But looking up at Marcus Blackwood from the floor, none of that mattered. The power I spent years building felt like





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