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Her eyes were a radiant blue color, connecting her to the book and its contents. Alaric reached for her but was held down immediately by vines. He grunted and pulled, but they didn't let him move. "Honestly, beginning to hate trees," he mumbled angrily to himself. When he looked back, Odessa had already removed her hand from the book and was coming towards him. The vines holding him slinked away into the shadows. "So I have the Spell of Read of Ivas. Alaric, let's go bring your sister back to life."

he said. “If we’re lucky, the Alpha will keep the demons under control this time…” he added, giving Caleb a meaningful look before turning away and leaving. Caleb did not seem shaken by this at all. On the contrary, a sly, filthy smile curved his lips. “Actually,” he murmured, “a new opportunity has just arisen.” It seemed this cursed blood had plans of its own… Meanwhile, at the castle:

How the same man I saw unconscious had walked in here like a damn miracle. He leaned closer. “Alpha Alaric,” he said, careful with his volume. “He had a pact with my father. A real one. The kind they seal with blood and teeth. He got wind of the war. He’d already been watching Lucas, but he needed proof. So he used someone... someone with darker magic. Enough to rip Olga down.” My breath stuttered. That name still crawled over my skin like a parasite. “But this?” Alec’s voice dropped to a low murmur. He touched my face. “This was you. All of it. You marked me. If you hadn’t, I’d be gone. Help came too late. But you kept me here.”

After that, he would shrink and then die. My mind was briefly diverted to Godiva. I felt happiness even though I was fed up with this vampire. I could still calmly deal with the ignorant vampire who would not talk about Sanguine Shadows; it was because of Godiva. “I have no patience with him, Al.” “What are you going to do to him, Alpha Castor?” “See to it.” I raised my left hand into the air. Within seconds, my hand turned black with sharp, elongated nails. I stepped steadily toward the vampire and bent down to look at his face.

Dominic got up from the chair and stretched himself, “That is what I was thinking myself. I am growing rusty and need to fight a little. Let’s go.” Valencia nodded her head and added, “Just inform your beta as well as mine so that they might come in if we need reinforcements, we have no idea what we would find there.” The alpha rubbed his hands together and replied, “As you say archon. Give me five minutes.” Taking the book in her hand, Valencia began reading through the page and memorizing whatever details Daniel had left them. Her gut feeling told her that she would find whoever had cursed her there and what this black mask had against the werewolves.

Luca’s voice came from behind me, calm as if he was watching a movie, “if you keep shaking like that, and you let your fear show, a not-so-nice wolf might just…take…a bite.” I turned and pressed my back against the wall. He stood there casually, watching me like I didn’t have every right to be scared. “Snap out of it, Alaric,” Luca commanded. His fur receded and his bones realigned as he shifted back to his human form. Alaric stood there, completely shirtless but thankfully, he had shorts on. I couldn’t help but notice the tattoo he had on his shoulder. “You might want to see this,” Alaric said.

Who was crying, her hands were dripping blood and there was a man beside her who was holding her not to fall to the ground. "Evangeline!" Abu whispered and a member of angels cane down the skies and he saw Kram. "Archangel," he said in a soft voice as he faced him. Kram glanced at him and he saw Kram's face filled with sorrow. "We're too late! They already multiply," he said and Abu felt a pang in his heart as he watched Evangeline who was trying hard to stop his son who became obsessed with power and in wanting to rule the world. He saw Evangeline running towards her son who was fighting with his father at the top of a rooftop of a huge building, but then another vampire came in front of he

I uttered in a mocking tone. Alucard's gaze held a mixture of longing and determination. "You can continue to feign ignorance if you wish, but I'm certain of your true identity. You are the same Faustina I've known—loved—in the past, the present, and even the future," he confessed with unwavering sincerity. I couldn't help but shake my head, refusing to entertain his words that seemed utterly implausible. "All these years, I've been haunted by your absence. If only I had been stronger that day, I would have—"