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Chapter 60

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Dax POV

The 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
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  • Dagger of the Blood Moon   Chapter 61

    Liora POV​The 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 POV​The 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 57

    Elvira POVThe grove ambush was my masterpiece.​The tip was whispered to Cassian’s scout through a council contact I have cultivated for years—a delightful little thorn in their side. The medallion’s exact location was plucked effortlessly from overheard whispers in Kai’s study. A few pieces of Liora’s ridiculous visions, a rogue’s childhood memory of a crescent cradling a star, and the trap was perfectly set.​They crashed into that grove exactly as I orchestrated. Like the Beast’s hunger made flesh. Silver claws flashing in the morning light, ripping their precious unity to shreds. Mara’s agonised yelp was a symphony of discord that fractured their arrogant trust, allowing Cassian’s men to snatch the rune right out from under them.​My doing. I savour the thought, a dark, wicked thrill coiling hot in my belly. My mate bond to Cassian flares with that twisted, familiar fire. I can almost smell his smoke-and-iron scent, pulling at me across the miles like beautiful, venomous thorns i

  • Dagger of the Blood Moon   Chapter 56

    Kai POVThe packhouse study is a shadowed sanctum of flickering lamplight and scattered files. The air is thick with the scent of aged leather and the bitter, metallic bite of cooling tea I’ve long forgotten on the desk.​Two days have passed since the betrayal in the grove. The trek back was a haze of snarls and silver scars that still burn in my memory. The rage that boiled over in the infirmary has simmered into a low, seething absolute fury. Atlas’s roar is a steady, vibrating thunder in my chest, his fur rippling beneath my skin with the desperate need to hunt, to tear throats, to reclaim what was stolen.​The silver shipment reports lie open before me.​Liora was right. The mismatched numbers are a mocking riddle. Routes vanished. Destinations erased. Three crates of silver ammunition missing from the armoury, signed off as 'trade' by an administrative code that hasn't been used in years.​It all points to a traitor’s hand.​I pace the room, my boots thudding softly on the woven

  • 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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