All Chapters of Dagger of the Blood Moon: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Kai POV​The heavy oak double doors of the war room click shut behind me, sealing out the fading echoes of the training yard.​I am alone, but the scent of Liora clings to my skin like a physical brand. Wildflowers, laced with the sharp tang of her exertion and that dark undercurrent of fear she tries so hard to bury. Atlas prowls relentlessly in my chest, his rumble a low, vibrating thunder of absolute possession and pride.​Moon Goddess. The way her hazel eyes had darkened during our spar. Her pupils had blown wide with a lethal mix of challenge and hunger. She had arched into each clash of the wooden staff like she was fighting more than just me. I had nearly snapped right there in the dirt. The mate bond had been a roaring blaze, violently urging me to drop the weapon, pin her against the nearest wall, and claim what the curse’s poison had stolen from us both.​I want to mark her. I want the full mating. I want to forge the unbreakable tether that will finally silence her doubts a

Elvira POV​The courtyard below my bedroom window is a hive of disgusting, coordinated activity.​I stand hidden behind the heavy velvet drapes, my manicured nails biting sharply into my palms. The late afternoon sun casts long, bloody shadows across the packed dirt of the training yard. Below me, Blood Moon warriors are loading heavy black tactical crates into the backs of reinforced SUVs. I can hear the sharp, metallic clink of silver-laced arrowheads shifting in their quivers.​They are not preparing for a simple border patrol. This is a mobilisation.​A siege.​My breath hitches, the acrid taste of the morning’s pregnancy potion rising in the back of my throat. I press a hand to my magically swollen belly, the false weight of it suddenly feeling like an anchor dragging me down.​Cassian. They found him.​They must have. Reed and Keira, those filthy Gamma warriors, slipped into the packhouse looking like they had crawled through a graveyard this morning. Now, the entire pack is str

Kai POV​The 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

Dax POV​The 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

Cassian POV​The 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