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The fight and anger she had been feeling completely evaporated from her body, as the last image of her parents became permanently etched into her mind. She would forever carry the trauma of seeing their dead bodies with her. Just a few hours ago, they had been eating and laughing around their fireplace. Now, her parents’ bodies were strewn across the floor, their lifeless eyes staring up at the ceiling. A pool of dark liquid surrounded them, and Mara finally realized what it was that had stained the woods and floors. Blood. They passed by two other bodies that Mara didn’t recognize. But as the man carrying her walked into the cold night, all Mara could see through her tear-stained eyes were

" I kicked the door open. Ava was wearing a fur bikini, twisting her body while hanging on Noah's waist. I went crazy, limping forward to tear off her clothes, but I froze when I saw the bone flute hanging on her chest. My eyes were bloodshot as I grabbed her by the neck. "Ava! What is that on your neck?!" Ava's veins bulged, and she could not speak. Noah pulled me down. "Are you crazy, May? It is just a dying old wolf. I can catch another one for you, okay?" The bone flute on Ava's neck was made from Wolf Mom's bones—the same as mine.

Olivia would need to get used to seeing blood; she would be seeing a lot more of it. “Are you fucking insane?!”, she screamed at me. I guessed she did have some right to scream. Her dress was very beautiful. Jade knew how to get the job done, if only she did not betray the Brewers, the Mafia, she would have been fine by now. But there she was one on the ground, lifeless, blood oozing out of her head.

“I’ve tested her blood myself.” The elders exchanged uneasy looks. One finally sneered. “You expect us to trust your word? Prove it.” Merrick exhaled, reached into his coat pocket, and pulled out a small glass vial. My heart twisted when I realized what it was—blood, deep crimson, glinting faintly under the torchlight. My blood. He looked around the room, voice steady. “If you doubt me, see for yourselves.” He turned toward one of the healers. “Bring me that withered leaf from the medicine shelf.”

I tab on a new folder and see different videos of her tied to a chair of her crying. I go back to the first video and play it. At first it is just Meredith tied to a chair crying, then someone pours cold water on her. Tears flow from her eyes coupled with an intense shivering. Blood hell, Meredith has never liked the cold. She was always eager to keep herself warm. A man putting on a black trousers and white shirt comes into the scene with a grin on his face. It does take me a minute to know that it is Silas, Killian's Beta.

Desiree Dean was lying on the floor covered in blood, and Adam was checking on him. "He is still alive," Ashria said, and I spoke up. "Take him to the clinic and have a moon doctor attend to him. He is still alive." I said, and Adam looked at me with murder in his eyes. He got up and walked past me and went straight for Margret. "He said he was sorry! Did you have to do this!" he yelled at her and began to shake her. Some medical practitioners came into the room, and they were all bloods.

Prince Evan butt in. "The mountain spirit said there's a bordello in the small community beyond this forest. There, we will find a man named Orion. We can ask him about a wine called Blood of the Wise. That is what we need to please the magical healer." "But wait. Bordello?" My brows furrowed when I realized what word was used. "Oh. Sounds like a good place." Prince Evan smirked. He exactly knows what to expect in that kind of place. Probably because he's a regular or what.

I heard him grab Lila's wrist, heard pine needles crunch under boots, then forest swallowed them. I didn't look back.Inside, I spread the contract parchment flat. Two hours to midnight. Blood moon would peak. Assignment would lock. No ritual, no blood, no wanting could undo it. I could go south. Marshlands. Territory that never knew my name.I didn't reach for the knife. Just sat. Stared at parchment a long time.Then started reading. Old texts. Southern geography. Marshland survival codes. Every rule, every danger, every thing needed to start over somewhere else.