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“But loyalty breaks when bones do.” She flinched. Raymond walked toward the door, anger rolling off him like thunder. “When I come back,” he said coldly, “you’d better choose survival.” The door slammed behind him. Questions chased him down the hall like hungry wolves. He needed answers. No guesses. And he knew only one person who could help him find them. Alpha Lancelot. *** Alicia couldn’t focus. The lecturer’s words were a distant hum, like bees buzzing behind a closed window. Her brain kept replaying Kevin’s warning… Raymond’s suspicious stare… the forest’s glow… and her reflection, purple-eyed and terrified.

Obscura Arcanum: ob‑SKYOOR‑uh ar‑KAY‑nəm School Founders: Werewolf Founder Cillian Hawthorne pronunciation: KILL-ee-an HAW-thorn Vampire Founder Selene Nerezza pronunciation: si-LEE-nee neh-RET-tsah Wizard/Witch Founder Alaric Everley pronunciation: AL-ə-rik EHV-ə-lee Dragon Founder Seraphine Aurelian pronunciation: SEH-RA-FEEN aw·ree·lee·uhn Main Characters: Nora Carver pronunciation: NAWR-ə KAHR-vər Caelum Hawthorne pronunciation: KAL-əm HAW-thawrn Lucien Nerezza pronunciation: LUY-SYEHN neh-RET-tsah Elias Everley pronunciation: ee-LIE-əs EHV-ə-lee Werewolf Staff: Shara Boudin pronunciation: SHAHR-uh boo-dan Mykala Davis pronunciation: MY-kuh-luh DAY-vis

Liam's whole body was littered with red hickeys and teeth marks. Lucas put his hand on the zipper of his jeans and looked up at Liam. "You… You can". He consented verbally just like Lucas wanted and he didn’t waste a single moment to open the zipper. Liam saw those eyes. The eyes of a predator. A hunter. A Hungry Wolf. He tried to keep his eyes open but he lost the moment Lucas nuzzled his nose on the bulge at his briefs. That... That was the most intoxicating scent Lucas had ever smelled. He was snuggling his nose more and deeper on the briefs to take as much as the musky scent in his system.

I didn’t even look up. I knew it was him. Ron stormed into the room, threw something hard at me. It hit my leg and bounced onto the bed. It was an envelope. I opened it slowly with shaking fingers. Inside was a card. Alpha Salvatore Cordell of the Brimstone Crest Pack invites you to the sacred mating ceremony between himself and his fated mate, Elena Alderwood. Join us under the moonlight to witness the bond of true love. I stared at the words. I read them again. And again.

His hair is reddish, with blond highlights, and his lips are thick, red, just like mine. He takes my hand, and instantly I feel an electric shock. He leads me to the entrance of the castle, where two giant men stand. "It's forbidden to bring other people," one of them says, annoyed. "She's your Luna, you idiot," Alex says, annoyed. "I... I'm sorry, Alpha," the man apologizes. They open the doors for us, and we enter immediately. The walls are gray, and everything looks medieval: wooden chairs and a stone kitchen. "I will take you to our room."

It didn’t take long to figure out where he had gone—his office door was slightly open, and through the narrow gap, I caught sight of his broad shoulders hunched over his desk. Curiosity pulled me closer, and I leaned in to get a better look. Alaric was fiddling with something small, his brows knit together in concentration. I narrowed my eyes, trying to see what he was doing, but it was too small to make out from this distance. Suddenly, he cursed under his breath and jerked his hand back. A bead of crimson blood welled up on his fingertip, but before I could react, it faded, the cut closing almost instantly thanks to his Alpha healing abilities.

Shadows appeared from the corners and took shape—spirits. Werewolves in torn armor, faces twisted in agony, eyes like black holes. Dozens of them, floating inches off the floor. Their fur moved in a wind we couldn’t feel. One stepped forward. He looked younger than the rest, his body burned down to the bone, mouth stitched shut with silver wire. The wire split open as he spoke. “You do not belong here,” he rasped. Elara stepped forward before I could stop her. “I seek the truth.” “You seek death.”

Alucard was not in his right mind at that moment and there was no doubt about that, having drunk so much alcohol from the afternoon until late at night wasn't a good idea because at that moment Alucard was letting himself be carried away by the wishes of his wolf, Ralcad who took control of his conscience to do everything that Alucard wouldn't dare to do. After he left Jaden's lips, the younger had frozen at the door without understanding what had just happened between them, he didn't even realize when Alucard drank that cup of hot chocolate or when he had taken the tray from him to leave it aside.

He rose then, slow and measured, and walked a few paces toward the window overlooking the dark grounds outside the castle. “The death of a son of war has consequences,” he said. “Politics, bloodline loyalties, divine attention. Some of those consequences will not remain on campus.” Celeste didn’t miss the warning hidden in the statement. “I’m aware.” Alucard turned slightly. “Are you prepared?” Her reply came immediately. “I would not have come otherwise.” For a brief moment, something like approval crossed his face. “Good.” *** When the formal questions were finished, the atmosphere shifted a degree.