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Not eager, just honest. Into her pocket went the phone, a quiet smile rising. Her chest felt open, almost floating. --- Blackwood Enterprises no longer functioned the way it once had. The press liked to call it a “pivot,” but Damian hated that word. It implied a marketing maneuver rather than a moral reckoning. What he had done was dismantle and rebuild.

As they drove, Marcus couldn't help but glance at Emilia, wondering who she was. *** The car wound its way up the winding driveway, lined with towering trees and meticulously manicured hedges, until it finally arrived at the grand entrance of the Blackwood family's estate. The estate, named Ravenswood Manor, was a sprawling complex that spanned hundreds of hectares, a testament to the family's wealth and influence. As the car passed through the gates, the unconscious Emilia remained still, unaware of the impressive surroundings. The driveway led to a massive courtyard, surrounded by various structures, including stables, guest houses, and staff quarters.

the council leader from my pack said. I walked and stood close to my father, hoping they would change their mind but I was so wrong about it. " I want to welcome both Packs to this gathering. It is with great pleasure to have you here. This gathering is just to inform both parties of the implications and what is required of the" he said. His voice sounded like a sword piercing through my heart. I swallowed hard as I tried to ignore the eyes that were on me. " This will lead to a blood marriage between both parties. Your souls will be bound together by dark magic from the moment the oath is taken. And none of you should hurt each other nor are you to betray" he said.

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“Not bad for five years of stolen moments, brutal hours, and borderline criminal ingenuity.” It was more than ‘not bad.’ Blackwood Industries was no longer a shadowy corporate entity; it was a colossus. A vertically integrated empire with tentacles in biotech, pharmaceuticals, secure data, and strategic holdings. It was a fortress of legitimacy and influence, built brick by brick with a dual purpose: to reshape the human world they operated in, and to create an unassailable power base for the war they knew was coming in their own.

Vivienne had been awake most of the night. "Here's what I have," she said, turning her laptop toward the group. "Blackwood's renamed location matches an abandoned forestry station about four hours north. Satellite imagery shows no recorded activity in decades." She paused. "But thermal scans from the last two weeks show heat signatures. Recent ones." "Edmund," Gabriel said immediately. "Maybe," Vivienne allowed. "Or whoever he answers to." Alexander was already on his feet. "Then we go now." "We go prepared," Isaac corrected, quiet but firm. "Blackwood survived thirty years by being forgotten. I'd rather not assume it's stayed empty just because the maps say so."

And yet, she ran—slipping through his grasp before he could properly lay claim to her. And now, the past he had buried was clawing its way back to the surface. The moment Mrs. Ellis had uttered that name—Blackwood—something inside him had snapped. Adrian Blackwood. The Blackwoods were once a feared empire that thrived in the filth of the underworld, trafficking women and girls like cattle. But they had been all but annihilated by his own hands. Valerian had personally seen to their downfall, wiping out the roots so thoroughly that there should have been nothing left.

The commanders rushed to obey. As Ryden exited the war room, the atmosphere inside Blackwood Keep felt heavier than ever. The fortress itself was ancient. Built directly into the frozen cliffs overlooking the black pine valleys below. Unlike Nightfall’s spiritual warmth, Blackwood felt cold by design. Strong. Defensive. A territory built to survive war. But now fear moved through its halls anyway. Ryden descended toward the lower medical chambers quickly. The deeper he moved into the fortress, the stronger the scent of blood became.

Blackwood Estate The iron gates of Blackwood Estate stood tall, their heavy design both elegant and unwelcoming. A long, winding driveway stretched beyond them, lined with towering trees that cast long shadows over the path. Hidden motion sensors were discreetly placed along the driveway, in the gardens, and against the estate walls, detecting even the slightest movement at night. The estate itself was massive—a dark, imposing structure that loomed against the sky, built more for privacy than comfort. Infrared cameras watched from strategic points, feeding live footage directly to Alexander’s system and his security team.