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The gold light crawling up my arms feels like fire and like home. “Wren,” Draven says. His voice is quiet. Careful. “Put the knife down.” I look at him. Really look. The bond is still there. Still burning. But under it, something else hums. Something older. Something that calls the light. Clay’s cry destroyed the tanks. Not the pack. Wrath was right. First Blood doesn’t kill wolves. It kills enemies. And right now, I don’t know who the enemy is. “Alistair,” I say. My voice doesn’t sound like mine. “Is he dead?”

she asked. I gazed down on the city, and I felt myself sinking. "They didn't miss," I said. "They didn't fail." "Then why am I alive?" she asked. I swallowed. “And you see,” I said, “because you were the intended victim the whole time.” The line went dead. And I knew the truth I was not wanting to know the first time. This was not a war that awaited my empire. It was coming for Drina.

Prophecy of Blood and Moon Long before Maverick Delacroix and Odessa Kingsleigh ever stood beneath the same sky, the world itself had begun to whisper. Ancient texts—half-burned, half-forgotten—spoke of a convergence marked by omens rather than dates. They told of a night when the moon would bleed silver instead of light, when roses would bloom black at dawn, and when shadows would no longer know which master they served. Vampires called it The Crimson Turning. The neko elders named it The Hour of Unbinding. Different tongues, same dread. In those prophecies, two figures always appeared at the center of the unraveling.

"You think your parlor tricks can stop me? I've been forging steel since before you were born. I've bathed in the Ash Rivers and survived. Your magic is nothing compared to the flames I command!" She hurls a spear of pure fire directly at my chest. I don't have time to dodge. Don't have time to shield. I can only watch as death hurtles toward me. And then Kael is in front of me, taking the hit. The fire strikes him full in the chest, and I feel his agony echo through the bond. But instead of consuming him, the flames seem to be absorbed into the Bloodwraith Mark, feeding the curse. "No!" I scream, reaching for him.

he explained and slowly started to approach. "S-Silver forest!?" "Yes, Silver Forest. Legend has it that in this forest there are creatures that suck human blood until they die. They are called vampires. You know the legend I'm talking about right?" #to be continued in Chapter 1.2 - Raizel Harrison de Haltz

This best friend is a White girl… a countryman with the murderous gang that Quan once slaughtered. The other girl was one of the Silvers and happened to have the same eye color as her blood. Her dark blue hair was in a ponytail. As a result of Quan's actions too, there was a scar across her neck that looked painful. However, the look in her eyes seemed friendlier than that eerie impression.

PROLOGUE "Red is always symbolizing love. But for Rose it had never been love. It was blood. Even her name has red on it. Blood that she hates. If she has the time to turn things back on, she will never ever tie herself to the man that she once loved. "

I unlock the door as quietly as I can. Jonah’s asleep on the couch. He’s too big for it now—his legs hang off the edge, one arm thrown over his face and the other holding onto his inhaler—but he’s curled up under the blanket I bought him last Christmas. His sketchbook’s on the floor next to him, open to a page covered in dark, jagged lines. I kneel down. Look at the drawing. Monsters again. Always monsters. Claws and teeth and too many eyes, things that don’t look human but almost are, things that are breaking apart or putting themselves back together. I can never tell which.

he asked me. "Yes," “Good. Come on, there are a lot of vampires outside of the shelter. They smelled your blood last night. Our defenses are so strong that they can't smell us and even vampire hunters like us can't get in here, but the defenses can't handle your blood. The smell of your blood was so strong that our protectio n could not prevent the smell from coming out. You have to be careful not to get injured, Young Lady, that's dangerous for you," he said at length.

Her fingers fumbled several times, but she was determined to do it herself, afraid he might try to help her again. When she turned back to face him, he still hadn't spoken. Instead, he removed his waterproof jacket and draped it over Riley. Underneath, he wore a black hoodie adorned with a unique golden emblem on the left chest—a crescent moon and a droplet shimmering faintly in the dim light. At that moment, everything became clear to Riley. The golden moon and the golden droplet of blood symbolized the Golden Blood Pack, one of the world's most renowned packs, led by Eash's father.