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Chapter 74
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Dagger of the Blood Moon Chapter 76
Kai POVThe packhouse library is a forgotten sanctum this evening.Its heavy oak shelves groan under tomes of faded lore and treaty scrolls that gather dust like the ghosts of old pacts. The air is thick with the musty whisper of parchment and the scent of beeswax from the single candle flickering on the table.I chose this room deliberately. There are no war room echoes of frenzy here. There are no splintered ruins of my study to actively fuel the blaze building in my chest. Atlas prowls low, his silver rumble a contained, suffocating thunder. The severed mate bond is a constant knife-twist that violently sharpens every sense: Liora's distant pulse is faint but fierce, and Aria's whine threads through the silver tether like a desperate plea.The blood moon crests in two days.Every single search and rescue attempt we has launched so far has led to a dead end. Cassian and his fae-tainted cronies vanished completely into the labyrinth of the Iron Fang tunnels, swallowed by shadows
Dagger of the Blood Moon Chapter 75
Liora POVThe bone-altar's chill seeps into my marrow like the suppression serum's old poison.It is a creeping, terrifying numbness. It starts at my wrists—chained spread-eagled to obsidian slabs veined with pulsing, violet quartz—and radiates outward, turning my limbs into leaden weights I can barely twitch.The air in this ritual chamber hangs heavy. It is thick with the distant reek of the coven's cauldron: nightshade, blood-oaths, and bubbling fae essence that sounds like the muffled screams of drowned sprites. Every breath I take is a sharp reminder of the silver thorns biting deeply into my ankles, my wrists, and my throat.The silver-laced vines are woven with heavy witch-hexes that hum their dark compulsion straight into my skin: Yield. Hunger. Break. They are actively sapping Aria's fire. They reduce her to a feeble ember in my chest, her fierce growl fading to a distant whine that echoes hollowly in the frayed thread of the mate bond.Weak. Moon Goddess, we are so weak
Dagger of the Blood Moon Chapter 74
Queen Lirien POVThe glade-vein trembles in the foul aftermath of his stench.The luminescent moss carpet recoils like flesh from a hot blister, its sapphire pulse stuttering under the sheer weight of my fury. A storm of starless voids swirls in my chest. Wicked black thorns unfurl from the vines surrounding my throne, violently raking the empty air where that rotten, rogue wolf hybrid just dared to stand.Cassian.The name slithers across my tongue like spoiled nectar. His violet eyes had gleamed with a gnat's pathetic cunning. The talisman's throb was a mocking heartbeat against my ancient wards as my vines dragged him to his knees.Did he truly think to play me? Me? Lirien of the Eternal Thorns. The weaver of the veils between the wild and the whisper. The Queen whose court once bent the moon's silver to our absolute will.His arrogant boldness curdles the jasmine breeze. The witches' nightshade clings to his heavy leathers like plague-filth, reeking of bubbling cauldrons and
Dagger of the Blood Moon Chapter 73
Elvira POVThe packhouse corridors twist like veins in the dim, after-dusk haze.Shadows pool in the corners where the lights flicker like dying breaths. Every frantic squeak of my shoes against the floorboards sounds like a death knell—too loud, too accusing. My heart hammers a violent rhythm against my ribs, a caged bird battering for escape. The air is thick with the metallic tang of my own fear-sweat, clinging to my skin under my dress like a second shame.I have to get out. I have to get out now.The scouts' return hit like a thunderclap through the pack link earlier. Muddied boots tracking blood and failure into the halls. Reed's scent soured with fresh grief. And Liora... gone. Stolen into the wilds by that silver-tongued serpent who had once whispered promises of crowns in my ear.But it isn't Liora's capture that knots my gut into icy coils. It is the terrifying silence from my guards. Torin is no longer at my door. The entire pack is distracted by grief, leaving the servant’
Dagger of the Blood Moon Chapter 72
Kai POVThe knock at the door sounds like a hesitant heartbeat against the wreckage of my study.I have spent the last hour pacing this ruin. Splintered oak crunches heavily under my boots. Ink-smeared maps curl like dying leaves on the floorboards. The air is thick with the metallic bite of my own blood and the sour, suffocating tang of unbridled rage. Atlas prowls relentlessly in my chest, his rumble a low, fractured thunder that vibrates the shattered glass at my feet.The frayed end of the mate bond is a constant, bleeding laceration. Liora's presence is nothing but a distant flicker in my veins. Her final, choked whisper of my name claws viciously at my sanity."Enter," I rasp. My voice is pure gravel, scraped entirely raw.The door creaks open. Ophelia's scent blooms first—mugwort and sage, a healer's balm cutting through the decay of the room like moonlight through fog. She stands in the threshold, her grey hair pinned loose under her kerchief. Her lined face is etched deep
Dagger of the Blood Moon Chapter 71
Miss Ophelia POVThe pack hospital is a sanctuary of sighs tonight.The air is heavy with the steam of willow-bark brews and the faint, coppery whisper of blood long since stanched. But no herb's balm can soothe the knot twisting in my own chest. It grips my heart like bindweed choking a tender shoot.I leave the chaotic ward and seek solace in my kitchen.The hearth fire casts golden pools of light across my hanging herb-drying racks—nightshade for visions, lavender for dreams, silverleaf for the curse's bite. The shadows they birth dance like spectres across the flagstones, mocking the quiet peace I have carefully cultivated in this room over the years.My hands, as gnarled as old oak roots from decades of grinding poultices and interpreting prophecies, tremble. I am crushing dried mugwort between my mortar and pestle, the earthy tang rising sharply to sting my eyes.But it isn't the dust making me weep. No. It is the girl—the woman now—who has woven herself into my heart like
Dagger of the Blood Moon Chapter 15
Kai POVAtlas is clawing at my control, a savage storm raging beneath my skin, howling to punish Elvira for that slap - the vivid image of Leila’s porcelain cheek blooming red under her palm burning in my mind like a white-hot brand. Those hazel eyes of hers, wide with shock yet blazing with quiet
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Leila POVThe packhouse kitchen is my sanctuary, a warm haven where the scent of fresh-baked cornbread wraps around me like a hug, its buttery sweetness mingling with sizzling bacon and the faint tang of herbs from Miss Ophelia’s herb garden. The worn wooden counter is dusted with flour, the air al
Dagger of the Blood Moon Chapter 10
Kai POVI step out of Leila’s room, her wildflower scent still clinging to me like a lifeline, her trembling voice— “flashes of gunshots, silver”—echoing in my mind, each word tightening the knot of dread in my chest. Atlas paces within me, his low whine urging me to stay with Leila, to shield her
Dagger of the Blood Moon Chapter 6
Kai POVThe air in the cells beneath the packhouse is damp and heavy, thick with the metallic tang of blood and the musty chill of stone, the kind that seeps into your bones and lingers. The captured rogue — Kael, she spat out under duress — is a feisty thing, chained to a steel chair bolted to the
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