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The moment I opened my eyes, I felt like I was reborn in new and more powerful body. I could feel the overflowing energy on my veins, the heat of fire around me, my soul aching for blood, and my every nerve screaming for death. Ren Lancaster's death. "You really look so much more beautiful when you are all on fire. Maybe I should marry you soon. What do you think, my queen?" I moved my hands in rhythm with the beating of my heart to form the phoenix attack.

The Guardian threw back its head and howled. The mountain answered. Then... The armored warriors stopped fighting. One by one. They slowly knelt before Noah. The silence that followed was somehow more terrifying than the battle. The leader lowered its head. Its ancient voice echoed once more. "The Blood..." "...has awakened." Grayson slowly pulled Noah behind him again. "What does that mean?" No one answered. Because at that exact moment. Miles away inside the Temple. The wolf crest beneath Savannah's feet burst into brilliant silver light. The floor split open beneath her. Before anyone could reach her. She disappeared into the darkness.

“It will cost you something. I know exactly what you seek. But I can’t do anything because I’m dormant. I haven’t awakened yet. If you need my help… you’re going to have to pay a small price.” “I’ll do anything,” I said, no hesitation. “As long as it helps your power awaken.” She grinned even bigger. “I need blood.” I froze. “Is that why this part of you awakens when I touch the mark? Is it because you need my blood?” “Oh no, little king.” She laughed softly, the sound crawling over my skin. “The mark of an Oden only recognizes the true king. For awakening… I need the blood of your mate.” Everything inside me went ice-cold.

Olivia’s breath caught. Her vision blurred. Her knees buckled, And right before she hit the floor, A second heartbeat pulsed inside her. Then a third. Then a fourth. Her stomach tightened painfully as the air exploded with energy. The last thing she heard was the unified whisper of countless souls, “The vessel awakens.” The unborn child pulses with multiple heartbeats, each one belonging to a different Bloodbound soul waiting to be reborn…

I bit down hard, tearing into my own skin until blood welled up. Lifting her head, I pressed the bleeding wound to her lips. “Drink,” I murmured. “Please, Viv. Just a sip.” She didn’t move. I leaned in, breath shaking, and began the chant. Old words. Forbidden. Passed only among blood-sworn wolves. The Blood Awakening. My voice trembled as I called out—to the moon goddess, to the spirits, to the wolf-blood ancestors. “By my blood, I bind you. By my will, I raise you. By the pack, I restore you.”

The copper taste of betrayal on my tongue as the sky over Boston turned to ink. "She’s awake! Doctor, she’s opening her eyes!" The voice hit me like a physical blow. It was Lurii. But her voice was wrong, it was higher, thinner, vibrating with a youthful, frantic energy untouched by the years of bourbon and bitterness I’d heard on that rooftop. I blinked, my vision swimming through a haze of tears and the stinging glare of the overhead lights. As the shapes solidified, I saw them. Standing on either side of my bed were the two architects of my ruin. Marcus and Lurii.

I bark again and Amy starts to walk away but her eyes remain fixed on mine. Dwayne growls at hits me with his head and I land on my side. Before he can get back to me, a white wolf sinks her teeth in his neck. I immediately realise that it is Sophia. I get on all fours and also bite into his throat with an ulterior motive of tearing it off his body.

Light surged upward. Runes flared fully for the first time in centuries. Plot Thirteen awakened. “You will work here,” Inferno said to me. “With Seraphine. With Eldric. You will recreate the bloodcraft.” Fear tried to rise. And failed. “I will,” I said. Not because I was unafraid. Because I was chosen. Far off, a bird chirped sharp and alert. And somewhere beyond the Haven’s borders, something old felt the awakening and turned its gaze toward Lake Tahoe. The war had not begun. But the foundation had.

Blood smeared Riven’s lip, his breath ragged. “No!” Seraphine’s scream echoed. The light from the crystal pulsed violently in response. Runes surged up her arms, her bloodline awakened fully. The chamber groaned. Power rippled through her. And something ancient opened its eyes. The Awakening Flame** The crystal pulsed again—violently, rhythmically—matching the frantic beat of Seraphine’s heart.