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Chapter 69
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2026-04-16 03:04:17
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Dagger of the Blood Moon Chapter 70
Cassian POVThe labyrinthine depths of the mine yield their secrets like a lover's reluctant sigh.Twisting veins of quartz and cursed silver guide my steps deeper into the earth's shadowed womb. The air grows thicker with the hum of fae wards. Iridescent threads prickle my skin like frost-kissed spider silk, whispering dark compulsions that I pretend not to hear.The stolen talisman throbs heavily at my throat. The crescent rune's violet pulse is a triumphant heartbeat syncing perfectly with my own. Its glow casts elongated shadows that dance like fawning courtiers at my heels.I am giddy. Moon Goddess, I am giddy with the joy of it all.A fizzy, euphoric madness bubbles in my veins like fae wine laced with nightshade. It is sharper than any silver high. I have the heir. My ultimate prize. Liora. The unmarked Luna, the bridge of blood and bond. Her hazel eyes had flashed with such delicious defiance even as the cursed chains leached her fire, Aria's muffled snarls playing like a
Dagger of the Blood Moon Chapter 69
Kael POVThe pack hospital is a suffocating cocoon of herb-thick air and muffled whimpers.The buzzing fluorescent tube lights dance like pale ghosts across the sterile linoleum floor. Dr. Nolan and Miss Ophelia are a blur of frantic motion, stitching flesh and packing open wounds with silverleaf poultices. The chaos briefly distracts me from my own despair, but absolutely nothing can chase away the hollow, gaping ache gnawing at my chest.It is a void where Liora's laugh used to bloom. A laugh that was as bright and unyielding as dawn breaking through heavy storm clouds.I sit on a metal stool, staring blankly ahead. My hands twist the frayed edge of the linen bandage Miss Ophelia just wrapped around my wrist. The skin beneath it is still raw and burning from the cursed silver thorns that snagged me in the mine's eastern flank.But the physical sting is absolutely nothing compared to this.The pack link is a frayed, bleeding nerve. Liora's presence has dimmed to a faint, flicker
Dagger of the Blood Moon Chapter 68
Dax POVThe packhouse study is a battlefield of splintered wood and shattered glass by the time I shove through the door.The metallic tang of blood—Kai's, mine, the rogues'—is still thick in my nostrils. It mingles with the acrid bite of wolfsbane smoke from the arrows we lost in the chaos of the mine. Rune's grey fur bristles constantly in my chest. His snarls are a relentless echo of the pack link's fractured, grieving howl. Every single mental thread is screaming… Failure. Loss. Hunt. We dragged ourselves back to Blood Moon under the mocking sliver of the dying moon. The blood moon looms closer, its crimson hunger already seeping into our bones like poison.We lost so many. Good warriors torn apart by silver claws and unseen witch snares, their scents fading into ghosts within the link. Reed had walked beside me the entire trek back, his usually sharp steel scent completely soured by grief. His hands were stained dark with blood from dragging Keira's body out of the cavern. Her
Dagger of the Blood Moon Chapter 67
Liora POVThe world dissolves into a blur of violet agony and silver thorns.The cursed vines haul me brutally across the cavern floor. The jagged stone scrapes my back like a lover's betrayal. The air is choked with the cauldron's vile fumes, burning my lungs and twisting Aria's furious snarls into pained whimpers.Pain blooms everywhere. My ankles are rubbed raw from the cursed bindings. My wrists are chafed bloody against the heavy silver chains that hum with fae malice, actively sapping my strength just like the suppression serum once did.But the physical pain is nothing compared to the absolute agony in my soul.The mate bond violently snaps.Kai's earth-shattering roar fades into a hollow, gaping ache in my chest. Atlas's comforting rumble becomes a ghost I claw for in the pitch black.Kai—The thought fractures as Cassian's face looms over me. His eyes are fever-bright, entirely consumed by toxic violet magic. The stolen talisman’s glow casts his scars in demonic relie
Dagger of the Blood Moon Chapter 66
Kai POVThe mountain tears itself apart.A deafening, concussive boom shatters the suffocating silence of the mine. The solid stone ceiling directly above us violently detonates, raining a lethal hail of jagged shale and flaming debris down onto the rusted iron grating.My instincts are faster than conscious thought.I grab Liora by the waist, hauling her flush against my chest and throwing my entire body over hers to shield her from the blast. The rusted grating beneath our boot’s groans in absolute agony. The structural supports snap like dry twigs under the explosive force, and the floor simply vanishes beneath us.We plummet into the cavern.The world becomes a terrifying blur of rushing air, choking stone dust, and the blinding violet light of the witches' cauldron rushing up to meet us. We hit the cavern floor in a violent tangle of limbs and shattered iron. I take the brunt of the impact, my shoulder absorbing the brutal shock of the stone."Liora!" I gasp, rolling to my
Dagger of the Blood Moon Chapter 65
Liora POVThe Iron Fang ridges cut into the bleeding twilight sky like a row of shattered, rotting teeth.We move as ghosts. The dense pine forest gradually gives way to a barren, rocky wasteland of grey shale and rusted, abandoned mining equipment. The air up here is bitterly cold, carrying the sharp, metallic tang of unmined silver and the suffocating, unnatural stench of dark magic. Nightshade. Boiling blood. And the sickly-sweet rot of burning sprite essence.The blood moon hangs low and heavy on the horizon, swelling with a bruised, crimson light that paints the jagged rocks in shades of rust.Kai is a shadow moving seamlessly through the gloom ahead of me. His dark tactical gear blends perfectly with the encroaching night. He communicates purely in sharp, precise hand signals. I stay exactly at his six o'clock, my boots finding the silent patches of moss between the loose scree.The mate bond is pulled taut between us—a vibrating, hyper-aware wire of pure adrenaline. Aria is
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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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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
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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
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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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