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Werewolves. That was the Ashford legacy. She hadn’t understood it until she was old enough to read through the family’s old journals: heavy leather-bound books with cramped writing. The stories were always the same, The Ashfords hunting wolves. The Ashfords wiping out entire packs. The Ashfords fighting alphas under blood moons. Some of them even traded their blood for silver steel. That was her family’s pride. And her prison.

“I’m going to pass out.” Dad stepped into the living room at that exact moment, holding a clipboard and looking like he was preparing for war. “Alpha Rowan’s pack is arriving by sunset. Blue Ridge in the morning. And Blood—” He stopped. Mom shot him a look that said, Do not even think about it. “What?” I asked, sitting up. “Blood what?” “Blood Moon,” Kieran said flatly. My pulse spiked. “Blood Moon? As in the Blood Moon? The ruthless warriors? The ones who single-handedly deter rogues from three borders away?”

Hyperion asked. “No, but I'd have a much better chance of fighting it if Sophia didn't have any mates... As has already been said, Perseus has the blood of Heroes and Achilles the blood of the last Lycan King.” Khalid looks at us intently. “I think their powers, or a part thereof, will be unleashed when they undergo the rejection ritual, so their wolves will need to be very strong.” I nodded. At least now there appeared to be some light at the end of the dark tunnel, the horizon seemed a little brighter and the end of this nightmare was a little closer.

He hands me the chalice and places the dagger to his palm. “Do you, Tobias Cade Walsh, and Lucas Anthony Fields, pledge your loyalty, your service, and your lives, to your Alpha and your Alpha Luna?” As he speaks, he slices his palm, allowing his blood to fill the chalice again. He takes the chalice from me and hands me the dagger to do the same. I make a similar cut in my palm and allow my blood to mix with his. I watch our blood mix together and, though it is a dark crimson color, there is a purple and blue shimmer to it, the same color that glows from our wolves’ fur under the moonlight.

He shifted his gaze to the others present, revealing an unprecedented fierceness in his eyes. Faced with his hostility, the crowd immediately raised their guard. Their eyes gleamed with a chilling light as they gripped their weapons tightly. They didn't dare to slack off in front of this person. However, the Scarlet Harbinger's strength was strong. They were uncertain whether they could handle him. "Go to hell!" the Scarlet Harbinger roared. A formidable force, a blood-like waterfall, surged toward the crowd. The Scarlet Harbinger was displaying his full power. The blood-colored aura became increasingly powerful, reaching a point where it seemed to cover the sky.

She reached out, taking the cup from Mary, she held it out to Kael, "I, Veronica StormCloud, daughter of the legendary Alpha Victor Nightshade, hereby gift your son, Alpha Kael, birthed under the red blood moon, tied to the ancient magic and greatest of his kind, his heritage!" She held out the cup, its crimson contents glistening in the eerie light. "The Blood of the Ancients, spilled from the heavens themselves, to awaken the true power within!" Kael's eyes flashed with anticipation. He took the cup, his fingers closing around it like a vice. Veronica's gaze swept the crowd, her eyes burning with pride. "By this sacred ritual, Kael, son of Draka, claims his birthright!" The pack members er

Nyx roared. The Kroltan mercenary queen leaped from the smoking crater of her crashed drop pod. She swung her massive kinetic hammer, smashing the skull of a lunging Abyssal angel into a spray of corrupted, dark-violet blood. Behind her, ten thousand Bloodhand mercenaries flooded the plaza like a tidal wave of sheer, unadulterated violence. They didn't care about divine formations. They cared about the kill count. Heavy plasma fire, kinetic slugs, and brutal melee weapons wove a deafening, chaotic net of destruction across the sanctuary.

All of it was interesting. The healer's assistant proved the most useful of the three. He'd been present the night Orion tended her wounds, and he remembered, vividly, once properly compensated for his memory, the color of her blood under firelight. Not red. Silver-threaded, faintly luminous, wrong in a way he hadn't dared mention to anyone until I made it worth his while. "Wolves don't bleed like that," he'd said, and I'd agreed, and paid him enough to guarantee his silence toward everyone but me.

His rich blood is flowing out of his wound. Hira gasp with her eyes wide open as she saw her older brother's blood. Pain and hatred immediately aroused in her system, disregarding her fear awhile ago on what may happen next. Her deep blue eyes turn blood red. The whistling wind blew making her golden crowning glory turn into midnight black hair that flows along with the whistling wind. “Arghhhhh!” The people around her scream in too much pain. The kind of pain that is like their power was draining out of their body. Bit by bit, they are getting drained to a point that their weapons vanished into thin air.