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This one carried a simple description written in plain tongue, likely translated from the older script. Lyra read it quickly. Her stomach turned. The Blood Seal was not symbolic loyalty. It was ritual submission. A binding agreement made through blood offering and threat. A vow reinforced by sacrifice. And if the oath was broken punishment was not social. It was spiritual and physical. Lyra’s hands tightened on the parchment. “This is coercion.” Tobias’s voice turned colder. “It’s ownership.” Lyra read again, slower this time. The oath required obedience to the council’s inner faction, not to the pack.

I won't make the same mistakes again. I stepped back, avoiding his tears. "Connor, save it. You're crying too soon. "The reason I stopped speaking… is because I was born with a curse. Most of what I say comes true. To avoid hurting others, I chose to stay silent. "After Jamie died, I started speaking again. I want those responsible to pay the price. "Think carefully about what I've already said to you. "You should be worrying about yourself." His head snapped up. "What… did you say?"

Then he took her wrist and placed it on his mouth before a single blood could reach the carpet. Lolita’s eyes were wide as she watched him. He was pressing his wrist down on her, giving her no chance to breathe. It was either the wrist or nothing else. As suddenly as he did it, he pulled back. She gasped, wiping the small trail of blood on her lips. “Jarrod!” “We’ve just had a blood covenant,” he said calmly. “This is how they do it in the old testament, no?” “What are you—are you crazy?!”

Figures began to form in the air—tall, elongated silhouettes woven from shadow and light, faces indistinct, bodies bending in ways anatomy shouldn’t allow. The Covenant. They didn’t walk. They unfolded into the space. Every instinct in Riven screamed violence. He stood anyway. One of the figures stepped forward, its voice layered—many tones speaking as one. “THE ANCHORS RESIST.” Riven bared his teeth. “Go to hell.” The figure tilted its head. “HELL IS A SIMPLIFICATION.” Another stepped closer, its gaze settling on Luca. “THE BOND IS STRONG.” Then to Saint. “THE BLOOD IS OLDER.”

He went forward to talk about how treacherous it is to make that kind of move and the repercussions being death. Vincent's speech finally came to an end as he reassured the pack that he is on the matter and will do all it takes to sniff out the bad eggs. Panic rippled through the crowd as the realization set on the group not supporting him. "And so tonight," Vincent's voice rose again, "we are going to show our loyalty. There will be a blood covenant among us all, to further seal our unity and faith and trust in each other." "A blood covenant prevents a member of a pack from revolting against the initiator. This dude has gone crazy." Caleb whispered.

With a quick, practiced motion, she sliced a thin line across her palm, then did the same to his. She pressed her bleeding palm against his. The heat of their blood mingling sent a jolt through her system. "My life is yours," Sloane whispered, the ancient words feeling heavy on her tongue. "Your death is mine. We breathe together, or we bleed together." Julian’s hand closed around hers, squeezing tight, sealing the crimson bond. "We aren't going to bleed, Sloane. We’re going to hunt." The intimacy of the moment broke when Julian pulled her closer, his other hand finding the nape of her neck. The "Blood Covenant" wasn't just a ritual; it was a catalyst. The adrenaline of the coming war and th

When the pen touched the document— Blood from her wound dripped. A red drop fell right on top of her name. Livia Moreau. She finished her signature with trembling hands. Her blood stained the contract. A promise she had never even chosen. Robert smiled with satisfaction. “Good.” He closed the folder. “Now everything is finished.” But for Livia— This had just begun. This marriage was not salvation. It was hell. And the man who would become her husband… Hated her more than anyone else in this world.