"Lucian Cross. Witch-wolf hybrid. Two hundred years old."Sage's voice is flat, matter-of-fact, like she's reading from a grocery list instead of describing the monster hunting my daughter. She's surrounded by ancient texts, papers scattered across her kitchen table, candles burned down to nubs.I've been sitting here for ten minutes listening to her research results, and my hands won't stop shaking."What does he want?""Your daughter. Her blood specifically."The words land like physical blows. I knew it, have known it for weeks, but hearing it confirmed makes my stomach turn."Why Haven?"Sage pushes a book toward me, pointing to a passage written in a language I don't recognize. "She carries three Alpha bloodlines. Greymoon through you, Thornwell through Damon biologically, Ashford through pack bonds.""That's unprecedented. Unique.""And powerful." Sage closes the book with a heavy thump. "He needs her blood for an ancient ritual. Blood Convergence. It opens a power well. Pre-wolf
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