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His jaw clenches. “She’s waking something old,” Varkhul mutters darkly. Titan simply doesn’t answer, choosing to focus his attention on the topic at hand. A few moments later, the doors open again. Eliza enters first. She’s dressed in deep crimson robes darned with purple thread that twined around the fabric like serpents. Rings adorned nearly every finger, each stone glowing faintly beneath the torchlight. Dark curls spilled over one shoulder while painted lips curved into a knowing smile.

"She didn't know who the sender was, but she was told that you do." Raziel frowned before taking the paper from him. He straightened it, but what he saw made his brows to furrow even more. Lorenzo turned alert. He didn't see what was written, but he had a feeling that it was not something pleasant. The maid that gave it to him even seemed scared. The person that had given it to her must have scared her. Raziel said what was written in red, or maybe it was blood was; "BLOOD WILL RAIN."

One was black, one silver. “I had them made when you were born,” Aries said. “They’re real steel, real balance. And soon, they’ll feel like feathers in your hand.” Alex blinked several times before whispering, “Thank you… Uncle Aries.” Aurora followed, her arms carrying a softer gift. She handed him a bundle wrapped in white silk. Inside was a handcrafted training jacket—deep navy with silver lining and embroidery that mirrored the wolves of the Gamma bloodline. On the inner collar, stitched in her delicate script, was a note:

"This name, Sanchiano, was once a shield for the weak. My grandfather built it to protect. My mother tried to escape it. But I, I have been hunted by it and branded by it, but today, I claim it." Gianna opened the ledger. "By blood, by fire, by oath," she intoned. Talana pressed her palm to the ancient vellum page, next to signatures centuries old. Her blood, drawn fresh, stained the parchment. "By blood, by fire, by oath," Talana echoed. Gianna closed the book with solemn weight. Massimo stepped forward now, placing the ceremonial blade in her hands, the one her grandfather used, the one that had not tasted blood in decades.

“From the wolf fights. Reinforced, clean, no windows. Chains are still there, too.” Dad’s mouth twitched in something like approval. “Wasn’t sure I’d ever use that place again.” I glanced toward the twins. “Well, looks like we’ve got a reason.” Ross didn’t need more than a nod. He already had the bandana Vanessa gave him, the one soaked with a few drops of her potion- she’s not a witch, but damn she’s smart as fuck. He wrapped it tighter around his palm like a badge of honor and walked over to the twins.

“Yeah. And I heard that you’re going. Any chance you could leave early and meet me back at the sorority house?” “Yes. I could.” “Great. I’ll have the floor markings done. I’ll also set up the candles.” She pauses. “I’ll also be needing droplets of your blood for the spell.” “That won’t be a problem.” “Great.” Her eyes zero in on the band on my wrist. She stares at it. Hard. “Where the hell did you get that?” “What? This?” I hold my hand up, studying the reading band. “A friend gave it to me. It helps me stay up at night whenever I wish to study.”

I muttered to himself, voice hoarse with frustration, But it seems like I’ve been banned from every blood center, every bar, every shady back alley sketchy shit I used to run through. They all heard of what I done. And What I threatened to do to the other agency owners, i mean Who wouldn't use their corpse eye socket for their own personal Cum dumpster? my vision blurred and my pulse pounding in my ears. My veins burned with a primal fury I couldn’t tame, a relentless hunger that gnawed at my insides.

"You know it's a setup. The poison was targeted to your bloodline—only vampires could make that." "Or witches working with vampire collaborators," Cassius suggested. "Your resistance network has hidden bonded pairs. We found evidence of that in the captured operatives. Why couldn't one of those pairs have created the poison?" It was a perfect trap. Every piece of evidence that had pointed to the Greythorne conspiracy could be twisted to implicate Sera instead. The bonded pairs, the mixed magic, even her grandmother's spell book. "Father," Lucien said, his voice strained.

The only reason she was in the band was because she could play most instruments and the ex lead singer was her friend. We took a break to drink a little when three men came over, all dressed casually but in a similar style. 'You, come with us.' One said to me. I rolled my eyes and folded my arms. 'Why?' 'You don't ask questions, you do as told,' I looked at them from head to toes, looking for the symbol Duncan said all Braddock's men wear on them; either as tattoos, belts, chains, rings, wristwatch, or design. I found it; a golden lightning like a symbol of Zeus's lightning with two angel wings extending from the lightning. One had his on his wrists as a tattoo, the other as his belt's buckl

She felt an itch on her palm as she placed her hand on his, watching him closely. Gin stared at the black ring on her index finger. The moment his skin touched the band, he felt a burn, stinging him with pain. What his brother Augutus told him was right. He instantly felt the rage and power from it. It was a witch’s ring, the infamous Sadraka’s band of protection. He gently let go of her hand, quickly keeping his burned skin under the table.