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Chapter 123 – The Black Star’s Void The black star loomed in the nexus’s starfield, its presence not a light but an absence, a void that swallowed the surrounding constellations, casting the path ahead in utter darkness. Jessica led her companions forward, her golden glow a frail ember against the hollowness in her chest, now a pulsing wound after claiming the nexus’s origin from Aethra. The black star offered no whisper, no chime—only a silence so profound it felt like a scream, pulling at her soul with an inevitability that chilled her to the core. Each step was heavy, the obsidian path beneath them smooth and cold, reflecting nothing, as if the nexus itself feared to look upon this star.

The Courtyard of Blackwood was a theater of the grotesque. The "Alpha-Beast"—the monstrosity created by the Blood-Moon King—towered forty feet high, its skin a patchwork of matted fur, exposed muscle, and silver armor plates. Every time it let out a roar, a wave of "Lunar Rot" rippled through the air, making the pack warriors' wolves howl in agonizing submission. "Retreat to the Solarium!" Silas roared, finally finding his feet. He was covered in his own blood, his gold-and-sapphire skin now little more than a collection of glowing scars. He grabbed his sword from the snow and joined the line beside Caleb.

’ I growled at her as I heard the DJ announce my name and that it was my turn on stage. “Fuck! I need another drink!” I groaned. “Don’t worry my sexy bitch! I got you!” Terry shouted, attempting to hand me a drink that I was glad to accept as Alpha Callen was trying to push the drink away from my grasp. “Ahh ahh ahh, I think we both know you don’t need any more of that,” he grinned out with his arms still snug around my waist pulling me with him up on stage since it was time for me to start the song.

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My cold skin and blood get a toe-curling impulse, my brain connecting new synapses that I never knew of possessing. “Beloved,” I whisper, my heart freezing back in my chest again. No! I drive my hands through my hair, clasping the strands with as much force I can muster, fearing that I will rip my own head off my shoulders. Why did I come here? Why couldn’t I just stay at home? And mind my own fucking business! Desperation ripples through me, pulling me down a black hole before I halt in my movements. I look at Bacter slowly moving again with wide eyes. His groans make my dick twitch, but panic quickly overpowers the desire for my supposed soulmate as he stirs awake once again.

If it continued like this, letting it leave Dark Forest would mean doom for Blood Dawn and possibly other packs. I closed my eyes, then used the short sword to cut my palm. Holding the fresh blood, I shouted loudly, "I, Alisha Heimann, the Alpha of Black Furies, am willing to sacrifice my soul to forever banish The Lord of Dark into the black flames!" Archie let out a mournful howl, "No!"

Author's POV Alpha Black's, sinister laughter echoed through the desolate battleground. The scene before Nathan was a nightmare – his pack defeated, warriors dead or gone, Dexter held hostage, and his Selene, a fucking traitor. This was not part of the plan! His heart bled. "Well, well, Nathan. It seems fate has dealt you a cruel hand," Alpha Black sneered, circling Nathan with a predatory gaze. "Your father, now him, and soon, you."

The moon climbs higher, silver and sharp. Tomorrow, we march. Tomorrow, the hunt begins. And this time, the enemy will learn the truth the hard way— You do not come for what belongs to Alpha Selene Blackthorn. You do not survive it.

And the girl who always with Almina. Bob had the affinity in metal elements and normal mana capacity. Yman was walking towards the stage. He was excited to know what kind of element he had an affinity with. He noticed some piercing gazes towards him. But he disregarded it. "Good luck, my prince!" Keremi's voice reached his ears but he chose not to hear it. "You can do it, Yman bro!" Even Bob with his loud voice was cheering at him. Yman made a huge sudden breath before climbing up onto the stage.

“We are the dark tide that drowns the light. We are the storm that cannot be tamed. We are the reckoning!” The soldiers roared, their fists pounding against their chests, their weapons raised high. Damian raised his arms, silencing them once more. “We fight not for fear of them, but for the truth we know. That no Null Wolf, no alliance, no hollow dreams of unity can stand against us. We are the darkness. And darkness… always prevails.” The crowd erupted, their chants rising like a tidal wave, a symphony of fury and allegiance. Satisfied, Damian stepped back, his smirk returning as he descended the platform.