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Chapter 61
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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
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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
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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
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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.
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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
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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
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Kael POVThe ruins of Shadow Ridge are a rogue’s wet dream and a nightmare rolled into one. Crumbling stone spires jutting from the fog like the bleached bones of some ancient beast, thorny vines snaking across them like veins pulsing with quiet malice. The air is thick with damp mist that clings t
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Kai POVThe journey to Shadow Ridge’s ruins feels like a gauntlet forged from the land’s own malice, the pre-dawn fog clinging to us like a living shroud, thick and cold. Turning the ancient forest into a labyrinth of whispers and half-seen threats. We left the SUVs at the edge of rogue territory
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Dax POVKael’s driving me insane, her chirp’s sharper than silver claws, but Rune’s howling for her, and I’m done pretending I can resist.The training grounds are a crucible under the midday sun, heat shimmering off the hard-packed dirt, dust clouds rising with every clash and grunt. The air thrum
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Liora POVThe oracle’s words cling to me like damp mist, heavy and impossible to shake. Two days have passed since the grove, yet everything feels tilted, as though the ground beneath my feet has shifted without warning. The packhouse carries on—warriors training, omegas laughing, pups chasing each
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