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She asked looking up at Abigail. "I don't know, it's never been done. Pure bloods are ancient blood lines, they originate from the times of the Golden. If not even they could stop the sickness from spreading, I don't have much hope Azian can either." "But it's worth a try, " Gabrielle blurted out as all of them looked at her, "I may not know her, " she began, "but if she was my daughter, I would try, and I know she wouldn't want you, her friends just give up!"

“Of course! The Carcinovian coven. They are the descendants of Tuhin Carcinovian.” “So the Ancient awakening is Tuhin?” I asked for confirmation. “If it’s indeed the Carcinovian clan, then yes. I have a feeling it is Tuhin. He’s rumoured to have had good relations with the blood demons, the evolutionary ancestors of the vampires,” Merida said. “But how do you plan on killing the Ancient?” “You want us to kill him?” I asked, surprised. “Isn’t he a mage too?”

“About Adrian.” My heart stops. “The turning,” Vera says gently. “It’s not permanent. Not completely.” I stare. “What do you mean?” “There’s a cure,” Lucira says. “One cure. The blood of the true mate, willingly given under the Bloodline Eclipse. Royal hybrid blood offered with love can burn the sire bond away forever.” I sit up too fast, head spinning. “You’re saying if I give him my blood during the eclipse…” “He’ll be free,” Vera finishes. “Human again. Or as close as he can get.”

He looked like a man trying to solve a puzzle that had just changed shape. ​"The Mark," he whispered, almost to himself. "I thought it was a myth. The Blood of the Ancients... it actually runs in you." ​"It does," Ares said, stepping between us, his body a solid wall of protective aggression. "And it belongs to me." ​Aiden looked up at his brother. The jealousy that twisted his face was ugly, naked for a split second before he smoothed it away. ​"Of course," Aiden said. "Yours. As always."

Sarah was watching me with undisguised curiosity, clearly wanting to ask a hundred questions about Florian Stormhowl once I ended the call. "I see," Nathan said, sounding relieved. "Florian and Emma come from the ancient bloodline packs—they're a level above territory packs like Moonstone or Snowfang in the traditional hierarchy." "Ancient bloodline packs?" This was new information to me. "I thought the Moonstone Pack was considered elite." "They are, among territory packs," Nathan explained. "But the ancient bloodlines—Stormhowl, Shadowcrest, Moonclaw, Silvertide—they're different. Their lineage traces back to the original werewolf clans, before territories were established."

I was trapped in the past, buried in these damn history books like I was trying to dig up my own answers from centuries ago. My fingers flipped another fragile page, the parchment delicate beneath my touch. The text was faded in some areas, but the heading caught my eye: The Blood Legacy of the Bluestone Alpha Line. I leaned in, my eyes scanning every word like it might tell me something new. I’d already pieced together most of it from Ava, Christian, and Tyler over the past few days. But hearing it from their lips wasn’t the same as reading it with my own eyes. The Second Life Gene.

—THE ANCIENT AWAKENING A blast of energy burst from Ava’s chest—the obsidian pendant burned white-hot. The blood on her skin shimmered, then lifted into the air like smoke. The Moon above turned fully crimson. A voice filled the chamber—not hers. But a thousand voices—women long dead, wolves long buried. “We are the Bloodline. We remember.” “We were never yours to bind.” The silver shackles melted. The Moon Blade cracked. Ava rose from the altar—eyes glowing white. Hair whipping behind her like wildfire. The Elders backed away in fear. The crowd fell silent.

I sit with that for a long moment. "Why are you telling me this now?" I ask. He looks at his hands again. "Because there is one more thing," he says. "Something I found in the oldest documentation. Something that predates my research by two centuries." He looks up. "The Nyther bloodline was not a natural evolution." I go completely still. "What?" "It was engineered," he says. "Two hundred years ago. By the first Bloodryn king." The world tilts slightly. "Say that again," I demand.

Lucian finally spoke from across the room. “But this one does.” His voice was calm. Too calm. I turned to him sharply. “You seem very certain about that.” Lucian walked closer, his expression thoughtful. “I studied ancient bloodlines for decades,” he said. “Children like this were written about long before any of us were born.” Aria looked at him. “You said earlier that he carries three bloodlines.” “Yes.” “Then explain it again,” she demanded. Lucian nodded slowly. “The first bloodline is yours,” he said. “The line of the moon seers.”

Bienley smiled at their sons and stared at Justin. "Can you imagine that Justin? You can have a child with Cullen and Dalton's blood...yours and Zack's blood. The dream I wanted to have is given to you. You will carry Zack's child inside your body...that child will grow inside you until you can bring him/her out of the world. You will watch Zack's child grow and you will hear and feel the heartbeat that would eternally bind you and Zack for a lifetime" Bienley continued to explain.