LOGINDetective Casie Blackwood thought she'd left her supernatural past behind when she joined the police force ten years ago, fleeing the shame of public mate rejection and family abandonment. Now, ritualistic murders are forcing her back into a world she desperately wanted to forget. Three human victims have been discovered with surgical precision wounds and ancient symbols carved into their palms—markings that point to forbidden blood magic from before the supernatural communities established peaceful coexistence. When Casie finds a note written in the old pack language reading "The Hunt Begins," she realizes someone is deliberately targeting humans to harvest their primal fear, threatening to expose the entire supernatural world. Partnered with Detective Rick O'Connor, who remains unaware of her true nature, Casie must navigate the investigation while concealing her enhanced senses and knowledge of the supernatural. The wounds aren't from blades—they're fang marks. The positioning isn't random—it's ritualistic. And the killer's scent carries a terror that suggests they're being hunted by something even more dangerous. Forced to break ten years of silence, Casie contacts her estranged brother Elias, learning the symbols are ancient binding marks used to channel supernatural energy across factional boundaries. The killer needs seven sacrifices total to complete a ritual that will shatter the barriers between the human and supernatural worlds. With three victims already claimed and only four days until the next lunar cycle, time is running out. As federal agents circle and media attention intensifies, Casie must choose between maintaining her carefully constructed human life and embracing the supernatural heritage she rejected. The investigation isn't just about stopping a killer—it's about preventing an all-out war that could destroy both worlds she's sworn to protect.
View MoreThe large Armstrong family room in New York was filled with a group of people, each with distinctly different personalities.
Aunt Ganna clenched her fists tightly so the discoloration could be seen in her slightly chubby hands.
Her body trembled as she subconsciously moved closer to the person sitting on the sofa before her without noticing her heart beating rapidly.
Sensing the anxiety emanating from someone behind her, Celeste turned around and smiled at Aunt Ganna. She then turned to look at the group of people sitting in front of her.
Her eyes were still smiling, but they were no longer warm.
Some time ago, her biological father, who acted as the representative of the entire family, had just informed her that she would soon marry the eldest son of the Davis family.
Yes, she will marry an unknown man.
Celeste felt that God must be joking with her. She was young and wanted to gain freedom. However, she was about to marry an unknown man, and her family casually pointed at her. Is this joke funny? No, this is not fun at all. Moreover, the one who delivered this surprise was her Papa, someone she had been calling 'Papa' for twenty years.
She still could not believe that what she had heard up until now was the truth.
However, when she saw that the people sitting across from her had expressions of joy, contempt, and indifference. She thought that what she had heard was the truth.
So, she just had to confirm it one more time, "Papa, what do you mean?"
Frodo cleared his throat twice. He did not want to tell his own daughter to marry a stranger.
But the Armstrong Company is currently facing a crisis, so the company can recover only with the help of a large financial group that can inject funds into them. Plus, with his wife, Damari, who was by his side to cheer things up, Frodo, who was already confident at first, couldn't resist the temptation and made a decision.
However, he couldn't keep a calm face to officially announce this news in front of his child.
He coughed a little before saying, "Right, Celeste. Papa really has run out of solutions. You've seen it too, how this whole family survived because of our great lifeline, which is the Armstrong Company. But right now, funding at the Armstrong Company is having some problems. We can only hope with the assistance of the Davis Corporation to overcome the current shortage of funds. Once this crisis is over, Papa will by all means get you out of the Davis family. Even if the Davis objected, they would definitely release you after a year. When the time comes, Papa will compensate whatever you want."
Celeste's heart sank with every word she heard. Her elegant smile had already turned icy cold.
The temperature in her eyes made Frodo's body tremble in response.
"So, what papa means is that you want to sell me to the Davis Corporation in exchange for funds and the deal is for a year?" she asked.
Watching the cold energy and sarcasm in his daughter's eyes, made Frodo's body tremble even more, "Celeste, how could you say such a thing to me? Papa had absolutely no other choice. I can't possibly see our whole family living on the streets. You understand, right?" Frodo tries to justify his own selfish and despicable actions.
Celeste laughed sarcastically, "So does this make me worth selling for being a person who sacrifices for everyone? And I shouldn't have a grudge?"
Frodo had never seen Celeste so sharp and rude when she spoke.
At this moment, he felt that the girl in front of him, who had always been obedient, must have been exchanged for a stranger.
How could she have such a piercing gaze that made him feel so embarrassed and unable to look into her eyes?
Damari watched as his husband hesitated again, which made her inner anger rise, "Celeste, I know you're not feeling good about this. But you can't only care about yourself. Our family has raised you for years and now because we are facing a problem. Are you just going to sit back and watch? After all, hasn't your Papa treated you well all these years? No one in this family asks you to do anything for us. So you shouldn't be able to act heartless and bankrupt our family, right? If the Armstrong family goes bankrupt, then there will be no profit for you. It would be better if you could think about it again."
Suddenly, Celeste is crowned as heartless, dishonest, unfaithful, and unfilial. This feeling of frustration added to the anger deep within her heart.
Now that the Armstrong family's survival was her responsibility, the Armstrong family's glory, splendor, wealth, and rank would only be completed by an agreement to sell it.
However, everyone considers it a recovery tool. Besides, all the facilities she got from the Armstrong family had to be returned like a debt.
When she saw the vile expressions on their evil faces, Celeste suddenly felt like laughing. Moreover, she did. She did so with exaggeration and arrogance, "Would one benevolent family sell their child for their wealth and honor, yet make it sound so dignified? Even the excuse I used to reply became a joke. Very good. Since auntie is so loyal to the truth that earns such respect, why don't you ask your daughter to be the family's savior? It will bring honor to your family."
Like a cat whose tail was stepped on, Damari James reacted aggressively with a high-pitched voice. It was so sharp that it made the heartbeats of those who heard it hurt, "Celeste, you are so disrespectful. Is that how your late mother taught you manners?"
"How Mama taught me is not something you deserve to comment on. You should know your own status before speaking to me." Celeste's voice sounded like ice shards mercilessly aiming straight at Damari James's sensitive nerves.
A mistress who entered the family because of a pregnancy out of wedlock was Damari's status. This status will forever be a topic that people will always use to reproach her for life. Others might not talk about it because they didn't dare to go with the Armstrong family.
But Celeste's existence constantly reminded Damari of how she had acquired her status today.
That made her impatient to kick Celeste out of the Armstrong family and even disappear for good.
Celeste's words not only sounded like punishment to Damari but also made Frodo feel very humiliated, "Celeste." He wanted to say something, but he was at a loss for words to say.
Damari, who didn't want to forgive her, started crying fakely, "Mom, look at Celeste. How can she treat me like this? Over the years, when Felixa had left us, I was the one who had treated Celeste like my own child and never treated her badly. Even if she does not want to call me Mommy, I have no complaints. However, how can she talk to me like this? At the very least, I am the daughter-in-law of the Armstrong family now. Mom, you cannot let Celeste bully me. You have to do justice for me. I have been trying hard since I became part of a Armstrong family. However, this is how this child treats me. I feel very disappointed."
The Armstrong family's old lady, who had not said a word from the start, replied with her wrinkled face full of scheming, "Celeste, hasn't your Mama taught you well? Is that how she taught you to talk to older people?"
"Compromised but operational," Casie answered before Rick could speak, leaning toward the phone. "The First Luna... intervened. Where are you?""Half a mile east of our separation point." Nathaniel's voice was tight, controlled, but Casie could feel his tension through their bond. "The constructs disengaged suddenly. Now I know why.""Valeria?" Rick asked, his free hand unconsciously moving to his weapon.A beat of silence stretched through the connection. "Taken. I tracked them for a quarter mile before they used some kind of portal. Magic signature was Order-specific."Casie's stomach clenched. "Are you injured?""Nothing significant." Through their bond, she felt the lie, not serious injuries, perhaps, but Nathaniel was hurting, the psychic backlash from engaging the constructs having taken its toll."We know where the ritual will take place," Rick said, his tactical mind already moving forward. "St. Augustine's Cathedral in the warehouse district.""Makes sense," Nathaniel replied
Casie nodded, already mentally cataloguing what they knew and what remained unknown. "Number of participants, security measures, ritual timeline..."A sharp crack from outside cut her off. Both of them froze, weapons instantly in hand. The sound hadn't been loud, perhaps a branch breaking under weight, but in the quiet ravine, it registered like a gunshot.Rick moved silently to the window, positioning himself to see out while remaining concealed. Casie covered the door, her breathing slowing as combat training took over. Through their bond, they coordinated without words, establishing complementary fields of fire and observation.Long seconds ticked by. The cabin's rustic interior seemed to hold its breath, dust motes suspended in the pale light filtering through grimy windows.The window to Casie's left shattered in a spray of glass. She dropped low, weapon steady despite the sudden surge of adrenaline. Rick was already moving, positioning himself against the wall adjacent to the br
The ravine widened slightly, the walls less steep as they continued downstream. Casie felt a tug through the bond. Nathaniel was extending himself, pushing his diversion further east to draw the creatures away. The distance made the sensation fainter, but she could still feel his determined focus, his calculated risk-taking."How much farther to the cabin?" she asked, scanning the ridge above them."Half mile, maybe less." Rick pointed ahead where the ravine curved sharply. "Just beyond that bend."The Tear warmed against her skin, not as a warning but as an acknowledgment. Casie took it as a positive sign, though she remained alert, her senses stretched to their limits as they moved forward."If we go after Seraphina," Rick continued, his voice low, "we need a plan for the constructs. Silver worked, but Nathaniel took psychic damage from direct contact.""The mountain ash might help," Casie suggested, then felt a pang of worry for Valeria, who now carried their only supply. "But we'l
The plan crystallized in Casie's mind. The Tear's warmth reinforced her instinctive opposition to separation, but tactically, the strategy made sense. By dividing, they could split the pursuers' focus, potentially creating an opening."Five minutes head start, then we'll draw them east," Nathaniel said, his gaze meeting Casie's with an intensity that made her breath catch despite the danger. Through their bond, she felt his absolute determination, his unwavering focus on her safety."Be careful," she managed, the inadequacy of the words burning in her throat.Rick's hand pressed against the small of her back, urging her toward the ravine path. "We need to move," he murmured, his voice low and urgent.Casie hesitated, torn between tactical necessity and the visceral wrongness of separation. The Tear pulsed against her skin, its rhythm like a warning."Valeria, take this," she said suddenly, pulling the leather pouch of mountain ash from her pocket. "If they get too close, create a barr
Casie closed her eyes, trying to focus on the faint impressions flowing through her connection to the Tear. Images flickered behind her eyelids, a younger Seraphina, her face unmarked by centuries of hatred, standing before what appeared to be a Council much older than the current one. The Tear pul
"I never thought I'd be a father," he admitted, his voice rough with emotion. "Not in my line of work. Not with the life I've led."Nathaniel's expression softened with understanding. "Few things change a man's perspective like the possibility of fatherhood." His own voice carried a weight of longi
Rick's hands tightened on her thighs, his eyes locked with hers as he felt her approaching the edge through their bond. "Together," he urged, his voice rough with emotion. "All of us."The Tear flashed with blinding intensity as Casie's release crashed through her, triggering both men's climaxes in
"The traditional hiding places would be too obvious," Nathaniel said, studying the maps over her shoulder. His proximity sent another rush of warmth through her body, his scent wrapping around her like a physical caress. "If the Tear has remained hidden for generations, it wouldn't be in any conven






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