Mag-log inKrell’s POV My name is Krell and I am the alpha of the northern pack. We aren't soft like the southern wolves, we live our lives hard. We fight hard and we take what we need, that's how we stay alive. I sat on a rock near our main camp and looked at the trees. The morning was cold as mist hung low over the ground. My wolves moved around the camp, fixing weapons and talking in low voices. They were angry. I was angry too. Valerian Voss was gone. The vampire we had made a deal with was locked up in the southern pack’s cells. His amulet was gone with him, that amulet was supposed to make us stronger. It was supposed to help us take land and power now it was in the hands of Damon and Sophie, the alpha and luna we hated. One of my top fighters, a big wolf named Garrick, walked up to me. His face was cut from the last fight. “Alpha, the scouts are back. Voss is finished. The southern pack hit the crypt hard and his three main vampires are probably dead. What do we do now?” I spat on t
Sophie’s POV The news about Valerian Voss hit us hard. Marcus brought the scouts’ full report just after midnight. We sat in the small war room with the maps spread out on the table. The fire was low, and the shadows on the walls looked longer than usual. “His name is Valerian Voss,” Marcus said. “An old vampire who got turned in the 1600s, and carries an amulet that helps him tap into hidden power. The scouts say he’s the one pulling the rival wolves’ strings and he’s not just after land, he’s after Lucas.” “After my son. Of course he is. Every damn thing wants a piece of him.” Damon crossed his arms as he stared at the map of Blackthorn Lake. “Where is he right now?” “Deep under the lake in an old crypt,” Marcus answered. “He only comes out at night. He's got three strong vampires that stay close to him. And the rival wolves are getting restless, some of them want to attack us sooner.” I leaned forward. “Then we don’t give them the chance. Damon, we need to hit them before th
Valerian Voss’s POV I stayed in the crypt long after my three fighters left. The only sound was water dripping from the stone ceiling into small puddles on the floor. It was a quiet sound, but it never stopped and I liked it because quiet places helped me think. I took the amulet from around my neck and held it in both hands. The metal was dark, almost black, and covered with strange marks. When I touched it, the marks glowed with a soft red light. The amulet was warm, even though my skin was always cold. This small piece of metal was the most important thing I owned. It was older than me, the reason I became a vampire, and it was the reason I would soon take the Spark. Most people think I was always this way but how wrong they are. A long time ago I was just a human man. My name was still Valerian Voss, but I lived in a big house in Europe. I had money, land, and a family. Then war came. Soldiers burned our home and my family died. I ran into the forest with nothing but the cloth
Valerian Voss’s POV I stood in the dark crypt under Blackthorn Lake and watched the water drip from the stone ceiling. The air was cold and wet, plus it smelled like old dirt and blood. This place had been my home for a long time. I liked the dark for one thing, it never judged me. My name is Valerian Voss and I became a vampire a long time ago, back in the 1600s. I used to be a rich man in a big house in Europe. Then war came and my family lost everything. I made a deal with something dark to stay alive, so that deal was what turned me into what I am now. I sleep for many years when the world gets boring then I wake up when something big happens. The Convergence woke me this time. I felt the power shift like a storm in my blood, and that's when I learned about the Spark. The Spark is a boy named Lucas, special little thing if you know what I mean. His blood and power can change the night, they can make vampires stronger than ever. And me? Well, I want that power. The werewolf pac
Sophie’s POV The great hall still smelled of smoke and blood when the scouts brought the first solid intelligence on the vampire leader. I stood at the long oak table with Damon, maps spread before us, the firelight flickering across the yellowed parchment like it was trying to burn the truth away. The runner, a young wolf named Elias, was still breathing hard from the ride. “His name is Valerian Voss,” Elias said, wiping sweat from his brow. “Old blood. Turned in the 1600s during the European wars. They say he was a noble who sold his soul for power when his house fell. He’s been sleeping in crypts across the continent, waking only when major shifts happen. The Convergence pulled him out. He claims the Spark’s power is the key to a new order." "New order?" I asked. "Vampires above all. The rivals are just tools to him. He wants Lucas specifically. Says the boy’s blood can remake the night.” Damon made fists on the table. “Voss. I’ve heard the name in old stories. Ruthless and
Sophie’s POV Dawn broke like a bloody wound over the northern territories, the sky a smear of red and gold that made the dense pine forest look like it was bleeding. I rode at the head of the column with Damon, the horses’ hooves muffled by the thick carpet of needles and moss. The air was sharp with the scent of sap and distant smoke from the rivals’ camps. Marcus rode close behind, and not a smile on his face. “They’ll be expecting us at the main camp,” I said, keeping my voice low. “We hit the supply lines first. Disrupt their food and weapons. Damon, your team takes the eastern ridge. I’ll take the river path with Thorne. We meet back at the fork by noon.” Damon nodded, his silver eyes scanning the trees. “Agreed. No heroics. In and out. The vampires might be with them. Silver and fire if they show. Sophie, if it goes bad, you pull back. The pack needs you.” I gripped the reins tighter. “The pack needs both of us. We end this quick. Marcus, keep the rear guard tight. No strag
Sophie's POV Damon’s hand was still on my hip, and I could feel his fingers digging into the silk of my robe like he owned me. My heart was hammering so hard I was sure Victor could hear it through the door. “Damon?” Victor called again, sharper this time. “Open the door.” Damon let out a low,
Sophie's POV I gripped the strap of my duffel bag tighter as the black Escalade drove through the hefty iron gates of the Blackthorn estate. Silverpine Ridge stretched behind us like something out of a book, very tall pines covered in thick mist, the distant lashing of waterfalls somewhere makin
Sophie's POV I backed away. My body was still aching from Damon, his cum still dripping down my thighs. But I could feel something like adrenaline surging through me, you know. Something inside me had awakened, something hot, heating in my chest.The leader reached for me, and at that moment, my
Victor stood there, eyes wide with shock and anger. “Damon! What the hell do you think you’re doing to your stepsister?!”Damon froze above me, still buried halfway inside me, his muscles shaking with the effort of holding back.Victor’s gaze dropped to where our bodies were joined, then back up to







