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On our way across the pier, the Alpha of our pack, Shadow Rael was giving a welcome address to the event of the night since we were the hosting pack this year. Suddenly, the sky turned red, a blood moon. If anyone told me I would live to see one I wouldn’t have believed them. After all, no one ever hopes to see a bad omen. We all stopped in our tracks and the guest began to mumble amongst themselves in feats of panic.

“Did you know about her hair color when you chose her?” “Her hair was brown, I was attracted to her grace and movement, I hadn’t seen her anywhere before the hunt, so no. I didn’t know her hair was white until she had bathed after we reached my tent.” Orel said as Admon grew more agitated. “Will somebody tell us what is going on here?” Cale said with his loud voice that made Admon turn to him. “There is a prophesy that only a white doe can save the Dar empire after a true warrior save her life, without this doe, the Dar empire will be lost, destroyed and forgotten within a hundred years.” Admon explained as the rest started to pay attention.

Ronan staggered but grinned. "You're slowing down, brother," he spat the word with venom. Derek was slowing. His arms trembled from exhaustion. The fights with the Rogues had drained him. Blood poured from a gash on his shoulder, and every movement pulled at it. Ronan’s hand disappeared into his coat. When it emerged, it held a blade—blackened steel, old, and cursed. It pulsed with an eerie red glow. Derek's eyes widened. "That blade..." "Forged with the blood of traitors and Alpha flesh," Ronan said. "Fitting for the end of you."

From past histories, the previous Blue Bloods weren’t able to overcome all the challenges they faced from the moment they were discovered before they were eventually killed. *** Lorel Unbelievable!!! What will cost him to tell me the reason why I became a target of the Vampire Prince? Vampire Prince…. Is that even real? Do they even exist? I find everything he just told me difficult to believe. I mean who would believe such a thing. If I hadn’t seen him in his Lycan form, I would have thought he was insane. “You are back.” I heard my mum’s voice as I entered our family’s house thereby drawing me out of my thoughts.

The photos I had secretly taken of him became the strongest proof of my love for him. Sean's expression changed slightly, but Kayla refused to give up. "Photos alone prove nothing!" "Then what about this?" Steve suddenly asked. He tossed a USB drive in front of Sean. "Sean. You found someone to carry a child for you because of a dying woman. You deceived Grandpa. You even fabricated your bloodline. How can you face the ancestors of the Freeman family in the afterlife?" "What did you say?" Sean's grandpa's expression changed dramatically. Sean's eyes narrowed.

Eldric stood there, alone, facing a dozen other elders who stared at him with cold, accusatory gazes. "You brought him back, Eldric," Lord Vorlag’s voice boomed through the room. He stood on the highest platform, his black wooden staff gripped tightly. "You brought the traitor back to this sacred land." "I brought back an Alpha of the Bane bloodline," Eldric countered calmly, his deep voice resonating throughout the chamber. "And I brought the foretold Heir of the Moonblood."

He didn’t look like a king anymore. He looked like the end of something. Blood sheeted down his armor, soaked into his hair, painted his hands a deep, permanent red. It wasn’t all Mercer blood—some of it was Vitale, some of it no one could tell anymore—but the sheer volume of it made the air taste metallic, sharp enough to burn the throat. The animal was right there. Pressing. Snarling. Scraping its claws against the inside of his skull.

she whispered. Kael tilted his head. The baby’s eyes were barely open, unfocused, but when they flickered beneath the dim torchlight, he saw it. Molten gold, faint but there. His blood. His heir. His everything. Outside, the wolves moved with quiet reverence. Bodies were covered. Wounds were stitched. Names of the fallen whispered like prayers. The Hollow had seen battles before, but tonight, something older had been stirred awake. The blood moon had birthed both a life and a war.

"You aren't leaving me like this, Elara. Not because of a child’s mistake. Take it. Take my strength." I watched as the first few drops of my blood touched her pale mouth. A High Alpha’s blood was the ultimate catalyst，a surge of pure vitality that could jumpstart even the most stubborn healing process. I felt a faint, instinctive pull as her body began to draw from mine. I leaned my forehead against hers, the silver of her mask cold against my skin. "Fight it," I growled into the silence. "I’m not letting you go back to the shadows."