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His hair has the most unique look I've ever seen—black, but with streaks that burn a deep red when light touches it. In summary, if Anton is considered very handsome, the Lycan King supercedes that by a wide margin. I shake my head to remove such thoughts from my mind. He's the reason that I'm here, and he should be treated no better than the monster he is. There was always some ounce of doubt whenever I heard stories of how he conquered a pack, or raised a territory with his men, but after the things I saw this night, I know for a fact that they are true.

Complained Nadine. "I could be able to help you with that. When you spot your first lycanthrope, I need you to get some drops of blood from it. I'll use that to prepare a charm that will warn you when lycanthropes are nearby. But to get your first lycanthrope, you have to trust your instincts." Madam Yvonne said. "Most hunters die from fights with lycanthropes. We have to counter that. You'll need a gun with silver bullets, a silver sword, a huge vial of mercury and silver armor." Madam Yvonne checked the items off on her fingers.

It was a shipping manifest, stamped with a crest I had never seen in the Lycan territories—a silver sword pierced through a bleeding rose. The final entry wasn't meant for the Coven. It was addressed to the 'Silver Order'—a radical faction of human hunters operating across the ocean. And they had just purchased the coordinates to the Blackwood territory.

“Have they been hiding their true nature from you all this time?” “I... I don’t understand.” “Some are bitten. They change later. Hybrids. Half human. Half beast. But you... you were born this way. You’re a Pureblood. A true Lycan. And your ichor, your blood, carries traits of a lineage I don’t even recognize. That intrigues me. Fascinates me. I thought I’d seen everything. But you… you’re different.” Everything around me started spinning. The forest, the sky, the leaves, all of it whirled. My stomach turned, my feet lost the ground. I felt like I was about to fall. To faint. To vanish inside myself.

Hunter stated distractedly. “Full blooded Lycans are real, but over the centuries our bloodline has become tainted. If you really are the child of Selene and her mate, then you would be a pure blood.” Sebastian rationalized. “But what about Alexia? She is my wolf.” “Even pure breed Lycans have a wolf spirit.” Hunter interjected.

One of his warriors opened the door for him as they took the dishes. "Lock it securely from the outside and double the guards. The Luna is a Lycan," I heard Hunter say. The warrior glanced at me and chuckled, but she's so tiny." I raised my hand and shifted it and the asshole swallowed uncomfortably. The door soon shut and I could hear all the locks clicking.

I need answers. “Lupa,” I say, stopping to face her. “Those figures weren’t normal. What the hell were they?” She meets my eyes, voice steady but heavy. “Hunters. Only the most powerful wolves can summon them, turn them into prey-seekers. They’re after Rowan’s blood for the vault.” I clench my fists. “Summon? By who? Aiden’s boss?” Lupa nods. “The Order, likely. They’ve got old magic, dark stuff. Those hunters weren’t human or wolf—they’re something else, bound to their master.”

Hunter stated. “Lycans are allergic to silver,” Ned explained. “A solid silver bullet would be more painful and harder to heal from, but no guarantee of death. At least, not any more than any other bullet would be for a human. But mercury… it wouldn’t take much in the bloodstream to cause serious damage. A single bullet could fully incapacitate a lycan.” “Hunter, I need you on top of this,” I ordered. “This is your new priority.” “No,” Jaden argued. “He needs to get out of there. This is far too much of a risk.”

His voice was a low growl filled with contempt. "Damned coward, you came during the blood moon when Lycan power is stronger and ours is weaker!" Lyra spat in his face with hatred, watching him smile maliciously. "What do you want from me?" "You, witch, will give me the most powerful offspring of all time, as foretold in the prophecy of Nocturnus." Hunter snarled, his voice echoing like thunder. He lightly sliced Lyra’s face with his sharp claws, leaving a trail of blood. "You will give me a child of ancient magic and Lycan blood, the key to freeing our great God!"

King Torvald said, snapping out of his shock. “What happened here?” Shysie asked. “Your guess is as good as mine,” King Torvald said. “Do you think everyone is dead?” Paris asked. “No, I saw some species fled but the Royal Lycan brothers are back, with Jessica,” King Torvald said, walking towards his room. “I didn’t notice any hunter kids in the chapel,” Shysie said, wondering about them. “They are safe, hiding under a spell in the Vampire wing,” King Torvald said. No one knew this but all the hunters are descendants of his DNA as his DNA was used to create the first hunters in 1900 with the first successful birth of a hunter in 1917.