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Chapter 37
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Dagger of the Blood Moon Chapter 63
Liora POVThe charged intimacy of before vanishes the second the heavy oak doors open fully. The air grows instantly thick with the press of bodies, the smell of damp parchment, and the sharp, metallic tang of desperate strategy. Voices overlap like the snarls of a pack preparing for a hunt.But Kai's concession still hums wildly in my veins.His touch is a phantom brand burning on my jaw. The almost-kiss lingers in the space between us like smoke. His stormy grey eyes had promised so much more than words. The bond is a thrumming, constant ache that makes Aria pace restlessly in my mind, her tail lashing with impatient want.Moon Goddess. The way he looked at me. Hunger and absolute restraint warring in those silver-flecked depths. His thumb tracing my skin like he was actively mapping the mating mark he finally intends to leave. It terrifies and thrills me in equal measure. The lingering chill of the suppression serum violently wars with the heavy heat he stirs.But his faith in
Dagger of the Blood Moon Chapter 62
Kai POVThe heavy oak double doors of the war room click shut behind me, sealing out the fading echoes of the training yard.I am alone, but the scent of Liora clings to my skin like a physical brand. Wildflowers, laced with the sharp tang of her exertion and that dark undercurrent of fear she tries so hard to bury. Atlas prowls relentlessly in my chest, his rumble a low, vibrating thunder of absolute possession and pride.Moon Goddess. The way her hazel eyes had darkened during our spar. Her pupils had blown wide with a lethal mix of challenge and hunger. She had arched into each clash of the wooden staff like she was fighting more than just me. I had nearly snapped right there in the dirt. The mate bond had been a roaring blaze, violently urging me to drop the weapon, pin her against the nearest wall, and claim what the curse’s poison had stolen from us both.I want to mark her. I want the full mating. I want to forge the unbreakable tether that will finally silence her doubts a
Dagger of the Blood Moon Chapter 61
Liora POVThe packhouse training yard feels like a cage of my own making this morning.I fear it. I fear the shift. I am terrified of the violent surge of magic that buckled my knees yesterday. The memory of those wicked claws extending, the thick fur sprouting, the world exploding in a deafening assault of scents and sounds—it haunts me. If Kai’s roar hadn't anchored me, his protection a physical wall against the chaos, what would have happened?What if I lose control again? What if Aria rips free, but the Beast’s hunger twists her, turning my newfound strength into cursed silver claws that harm the pack in a frenzy I cannot leash?Kai’s arrival is a lifeline.His ocean-mist scent blooms through the crisp morning air like a storm breaking through thick fog. His broad frame cuts through the early dawn light, his stormy grey eyes locking onto mine with that fierce, guarded fire that instantly steals my breath.These stolen moments in the yard are a guilty, desperate joy. His stri
Dagger of the Blood Moon Chapter 60
Dax POVThe packhouse war room reeks of stale coffee, ancient parchment, and the heavy, metallic tang of desperate strategy.I stand over the massive oak table, my hands planted flat against a map of the eastern territories. Three days have passed since the gut punch in the grove. The loss of the rune is a festering wound that refuses to close. In my mind, Rune paces relentlessly, his storm-grey fur rippling with a furious, restless need to hunt.Mara is fully healed, thanks to Liora and her miraculous gift, but the memory of my scout run’s failure is a phantom weight on my shoulders. Her pine scent is clear and bright again, completely free of poison, yet the terrifying guilt of how close she came to death still gnaws at me. We have been sitting ducks for three days, waiting for a whisper in the dark.Suddenly, the heavy double doors burst open.Reed and Keira tumble into the war room. They look like they crawled straight out of a grave. Mud and dried blood cake their tactical bo
Dagger of the Blood Moon Chapter 59
Cassian POVThe scout’s final report slithers through our compelled link like a dying serpent in the underbrush.His mental voice is a ragged, wet gasp in my mind. The cold thread of fae compulsion that binds him to me pulls taut, then violently snaps as his heart stops beating. But before the dark fully takes him, he sends a chaotic flash of memories through the runes I etched into his palm two nights ago.I see her through his dying eyes. The heir.She shifted. It was partial, wild, and agonising. Auburn fur and claws like wicked silver thorns. But she held it back. The serum’s cage cracked under the witch-powder, but it did not shatter. The dagger’s blinding light anchored her against the poison.I pace the perimeter of the fae enclave’s hollow, the luminescent moss underfoot blackening into ash with my fury. The ancient oaks’ roots twist like veins pulsing with my own rage. The cavern air is thick with cloying jasmine and the acrid burn of nightshade incense that Lirien burns
Dagger of the Blood Moon Chapter 58
Liora POVThe training yard is bathed in the pale, fragile light of early morning. The dawn sun is just cresting the ridges, painting the packed dirt in soft pinks and golds, the air crisp and biting with the chill of dew-kissed grass.The packhouse is quiet at this hour. The warriors have not yet risen, and the pups are still huddled in the warmth of their mothers’ embrace. But I am out here, driven by Kai’s relentless command: Train. Get stronger. The shadows are closing in, and you need to be ready.I swing the Silver Dagger. The air whistles as the blade arcs, the ruby hilt flaring with a holy silver light that guides the strike. The heavy wooden arm of the training dummy splinters instantly under the impact.But the violent motion pulls at the suppression serum’s fading hold. Aria’s growl sharpens into a restless snarl that vibrates deep inside my marrow. Her auburn fur is a phantom brush against my soul, urging me to let go, to finally shift, to run wild under the dying moon.
Dagger of the Blood Moon Chapter 24
Kael POVThe Blood Moon Pack’s training yard is a world away from the rogue camps I scraped by in—no jagged rocks, no broken bottles underfoot, just packed dirt circles ringed by sturdy wooden posts, the morning sun glinting off training weapons that actually look maintained. Last night’s swearing-
Dagger of the Blood Moon Chapter 23
Kai POVThe packhouse clearing glows under the full moon’s silver gaze, the night air crisp with the scent of pine needles and damp earth, the kind that stirs the blood of every wolf gathered in a wide circle around the ancient stone altar at its centre. Torches flicker along the perimeter, their f
Dagger of the Blood Moon Chapter 22
Kael POVHe leads me up the stone stairs, Dax’s broad back a solid shadow I follow, his cedar-and-storm scent wrapping around me like a tether I can’t—don’t want to—shake. The cold, damp air of the cells fades with every step, replaced by the warmer currents of the packhouse: pine from the polished
Dagger of the Blood Moon Chapter 21
Leila/Liora POVThe packhouse kitchen is a warm cocoon, its worn wooden counters dusted with flour, the air rich with the buttery sweetness of fresh-baked bread and the sizzle of melted butter in a skillet - a sanctuary that soothes the raw edges of my nerves after days of rogue attacks, the oracle
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