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His arm wraps possessively around my waist. “Sleep. Tomorrow’s going to be a long day.” “Wait,” I say softly. I take advantage of how relaxed he is leaning against me. My hand slips into my shirt pocket and pulls out a small folded parchment I secretly wrote earlier with leftover charcoal from the campfire while he was distracted cleaning his sword. “Alaric, if you’re reading this, then the war is over. Forgive me for hiding the price. My silver magic is gone. I’m only human now.

Every stroke sent a mild ache up her arm, but compared to the raw burn of earlier, it was tolerable. She drew Lunaris characters she’d learned as a half‑forgotten child and relearned under Soryn’s eye. Symbols for anchor. For bond. For balance and breath. Daire watched her, eyes tracking each line. His breathing was shallow; each inhale tugged faintly at his bandages. “You’re… sure about this,” he managed, voice sandpaper. It wasn’t a doubt. It was a last check, the kind an Alpha made even on his back.

Its surface bore several black, wedge-shaped characters that appeared to have been haphazardly drawn but concealed some secrets. "Fetch the candle," I said with a tight frown as I continued to examine the parchment scroll carefully. "Alpha, what's wrong with this?" Bard was a bit puzzled, but he obediently picked up the burning candlestick and carefully approached. Without answering, I directly placed the parchment scroll on top of the candlestick, causing the black characters on the parchment to quickly blacken. "Alpha!" Braum shouted nervously. Just as everyone froze, the black on the characters slowly faded, ultimately solidifying into a hot gold logo. A wolf's head with a small crown ato

, "The wand will take the blood!" "Lift the spell!" Suppressing the pain, Edmund shouted at Algood, "Unless you really have no loyalty to your archbishop!" "No! Don't lift the spell!" Ann shouted at Algood, but with only a split second of hesitation, Algood rose his hand and light came out. "Noooooooo!!!!"

delicate looking creatures! Impossible! "Believe me Luna, our father was the King of Constancia. One of the three kingdoms that rule the Land of Lore. The other two; Lotho, is ruled by Aswangs, the shape-shifters and Grendlar ruled by Witches and Sorcerers." "You are half fairy Luna." Alta too, approached her. "That is why you have abilities unlike other normal humans. Just like Morga, you have the gift of sight that allows you to see through the future."

I asked again, trying to hide my confusion. “For one, werewolves don’t have stripped fur, and are much bigger than that. If you meet a wolf up close, you’ll notice they have black or brown eyes, contrary to the glowing gold of werewolves,” he answered. By the smirk on his face, I could tell he was amused by my questions. “How much do you know of werewolves?” “Besides they are humans like us who can transform into wolves, and that Father really hates it when they get into the kingdom, nothing. No one ever answers me anytime I ask about them,” I replied, playing with the hem of my dress.

She walked towards him and hit him in the back of his head. "What are you wearing, Al? We are not on the beach for sh*t's sake!" she exclaimed. The good looking man frowned. "No one has a violent reaction to my clothes except you." Maia put her hands on her waist. "First, they are afraid of you, and second, they find you hot. But, not me." "Well, that's my charm," the guy laughed. "How disgusting," she shook her head in disappointment. Alcot Blake Basil, the twelfth rank ambassador and the youngest wolf in the council. He is the Queen's nephew, also known as The Joker, for he is a clever, smart, and strong wolf, but cunning, cruel, brutal, and has a lot of mysteries under his sleeves.

She smiles and turns on her heel. "Pleasure doing business with you, Alpha!" She calls over her shoulder before slamming my door closed. In another situation, her calling me alpha would be incredibly sexy. But not after she just handed me my ass. That's for sure. I stare at the door she just exited out of, marveling at her tenacity and intelligence. She's fucking ruthless. She's everything I ever could have wanted in a Luna. Except for a fucking wolf.

The other bit her lip, trying to hide a grin. “Oh my goddess,” one whispered. “Are you serious?” Alaric smiled wolfishly. “Do I look like someone who jokes about an Alpha’s private life? Spread it. Everywhere. Make it loud. Make it dirty.” They hesitated for a second, then one said, “We want more coins.” Alaric’s smirk didn’t falter. “Greedy little bitches.” He flipped them each another coin, the metal glinting under the moonlight. “Now go make history.”

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.”