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he said softly. “Let’s just leave it all in the past,” I said. “I think we got off on the wrong foot. Let’s have a fresh start,” I suggested, moving away from his embrace. “Hi,” I started off. “My name is Hera. I’m 18 years old, and I love the color green. Not like grass, but like your eyes,” I said cheekily, offering my hand. He scoffed but smiled nonetheless. “Hi. I’m Arlo, 22 years old. I’m the Alpha of the Blood Shadow pack, and my favorite color used to be gray, but now, red is growing on me.”

She grabbed another package, opening it to find a black leather laptop case and some school supplies. Jack shook his head and chuckled. “Leader Allen is very practical, even for a human.” Claire laughed so hard that she was crying again, “well I do need one of these for my laptop…” She really appreciated the gift, it’s not something she would buy for herself, but that’s the point of it being a gift she supposed. Plus, it looked a lot more professional than her backpack. The two buckles on the front kept the flap covering the inside pockets, where she could place her school supplies.

All of them in their dress uniforms. Seeing my confusion Alaric says " We are giving you away." " Really?" I feel the tears already. Tony hands me a box and tells me to open it. Inside the box is a beautiful rose gold charm bracelet. It has a motorcycle charm, a rifle charm, an S charm, a small computer charm, and a stethoscope charm. " It's your something new," Tony says. Yea there are going to be tears before this is over. " Thank you." Mac hands me another box, inside is a pearl necklace. He pulls it out and puts it on me. " It was my mom's and it is your something old." Alaric unsheathes his favorite knife from his side and hands it to me " And now your something borrowed. " I lift up my

“Father Clarence’s quest is a must. In fact, I’d recommend completing that chain because of the revival fee waiver that only gets higher as we progress. Credits can be saved to be spent on other upgrades.” The other quest that Zen thought was good for dungeon divers, even if they were not support-class characters, was the infinite backpack. Inventory space was a very handy function to have in any game. The more resources he could carry around, the higher his chances of escaping a tough situation. They should complete Armourer Paul’s chain quest for that as well. The last quest with Weaver Annabel was optional. It was an easy quest, and a little extra luck never hurt anyone. Then again, he wo

Landon said. “Allegra helped me make talismans to protect you from my magic,” Thea said. She explained how and why they worked. “There are more if we need to loan them out to others.” She indicated the satchel. “Dog with a bone,” Alpha Ulric said, fingering the canine on his necklace as he looked at Beta Walter.

nBetween them, four warriors carefully carried an ancient wooden chest carved with wolves running beneath a full moon. The chest looked older than any kingdom Aria had ever known. The elder Alpha stopped a few feet away. “Luna Aria.” She immediately shook her head. “Please. Just Aria.” The old Alpha smiled kindly. “You may always be Aria to the people who love you.” He glanced at the gathered leaders. “But today, we speak for every pack.” The other Alphas nodded. Kael gently squeezed Aria’s hand. She took a slow breath. The elder Alpha opened the ancient chest. Inside rested a magnificent silver crown.

Jacob **** Then it was her turn. She stepped closer, holding out a pendant carved from bone. The image of a wolf howling at the moon was etched into its surface, the details so fine it almost seemed alive. “This pendant,” Laurel said, fastening it around my neck, “is a reminder of the Alpha you are. Strong, loyal, and always guided by the moon.” I nodded, my throat tightening as I murmured my thanks. The ache in my chest had grown heavier, making it hard to breathe, let alone think, but I hid it as best I could.

I left my hair down to dry into its usual waves, a little bit of the wildness I came from. Finally, I sat at the vanity and opened the wooden box where I kept my jewelry. My fingers moved past the delicate chains. They found the heavy piece at the back. A torque. Aaron gave it to me after the claiming ceremony. A band of polished silver, with wolf heads carved at either end, their mouths meeting in the front. It was old. A Luna’s heirloom. I’d never worn it. I hadn’t felt like I’d earned its history.

We walked down the grand marble staircase together, entering the main ballroom where hundreds of guests immediately went quiet, bowing their heads in deep respect. One by one, the Alphas of the major packs stepped forward to present their traditional gifts. The Eastern Alpha gave a chest of rare healing herbs; the Western Alpha presented a cloak woven from silver wolf silk; and the elders of the Lockford pack brought a beautifully carved cradle made of ancient oak wood. Finally, Marcus, Julian's loyal Beta, stepped forward holding a small wooden box lined with blue velvet.

The sapphire crystals on Leo’s talisman flared into a brilliant, blinding blue light, reflecting off the high stained-glass windows. "I don't take orders from men who pay their debts with Covenant gold, Kaelen," Leo said. The words weren't loud, but they carried a terrifying clarity that made the glass sconces on the pillars vibrate. Aria stepped up beside him, her face a mask of absolute, unyielding competence. She didn't wait for a formal invitation. She reached beneath her silver cloak and pulled out the thick, iron-bound ledger recovered from the final vault gates of the fortress—the gold lineage registry. She dropped it onto the central clerk's table with a heavy, definitive thud that e