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This was about blood. And before this was over, Moscow would drown in it. "I am coming for you, brother," I whispered to the rain. "And when I find you, you will beg for death before I am done.”

She guided me to the center of the yard where moonlight pooled like water. “Kneel.” I obeyed. She stood before me. Lifted a blade from nowhere. Pressed it into her palm. Blood spilled like liquid lightning. Silver-red. Glowing. She raised her hand. I trembled. “Drink,” she whispered. I hesitated. Then obeyed. The instant her blood touched my lips— Fire. I screamed. The world fractured. She began chanting, her voice echoing unnaturally through the air. **“Sanguis antiquus, voco te…”**

These drawings are everywhere, covering the walls like he’s trying to keep her here, like if he draws her enough times she’ll somehow come back. And I’m standing in the middle of a room that’s a shrine to the girl my brother killed. My fingers go numb around the folder I’m holding. There’s a keyboard pushed into the corner, sheet music piled on top of it and scattered on the floor around it. Some of the pages have notes written in the margins in handwriting that’s not his, loopy and young with little hearts drawn next to certain sections. Her handwriting. The air feels too thick to pull into my lungs properly.

I tell him. Flavius nods in response and begins to pack his things. I fill my satchel with various clothing items and few books. "Why are you packing books?" Flavius asks curiously. "Since we are visiting another horde without sending a messenger ahead, I need to bring something that will serve as a gift. Those of the Horde of Fates are known knowledge seekers. I have many books in my private collection that have not been seen since The Fires. They should serve as a suitable present," I say.

"Please?" Zain cut his pinkie finger and let the blood drop into the bottle. "How much blood do you need?" "That's enough!" Megan said, collecting the bottle from him. She shook the bottle. "I'm expecting to see magic," Zain chuckled, in the real sense expecting total failure. Megan murmured some enchantments, then opened Josie's mouth and emptied the bottle into his mouth. They both looked at Josie closely. Zain wasn't expecting a reaction, but Megan was. After a few minutes nothing happened.

The urge to go and walk around the castle more is strong, but I try to listen to my inner voice and I know for a fact that it is in my best interest to wait for Blade or one of the other Ambrose brothers to bring me out. I groan as I plop on my bed. I’m so bored and uneasy. I’m in a desperate need for something, anything to distract me. Pushing myself off the bed I decide to snoop around the room to try to find a book or something to keep me occupied. Finally a found a book titled, ‘the forbidden romance’. I roll my eyes as I see the cover show off a half naked man and woman and know that this is probably going to be smut more than anything else, but who cares. It’s something to read at leas

The stories of the wolf legends weren't just false folklore; they were true. Here, in this book, I had always had. It made mention of three wolves that birthed the wolf bloodlines. All but one were dead, Emmett. If he said he didn't belong here then he still thinks he had his home. In another universe or something else. Wait a minute. I went to my closet and picked up Emmett's urn. I read the hieroglyphics that were on it as I strolled to my bed.

And yet, somehow, I was given the hardest task of all. Picking up the tray, which was heavier than all the rest since it was full of pitcher of heavy blood, I made for the door. The Pack clinic always kept a well-stocked blood bank, both in case a wolf needed a transfusion and for whenever important Vampires come calling. Since Werewolves heal so quickly, it doesn't take much to restock it with donations. I helped Rosie a few times doing blood drives during the long years of the war.

Some captured the little moments of happiness in everyday life, others were deep thoughts about existence, and then there were the sappy love notes. He was lost in them, greedily soaking up every detail about me from the past five years. However, then, Keith's eyes locked onto a blood-stained manuscript. His hands shook as he realized that I must have been in bad shape when I wrote those words. [I never lived recklessly or freely, and now there's no second half to my life. Everyone I loved, and those who loved me, are gone.] [It's been hard, and though I don't regret it, I can't help feeling sad about the dreams I never got to live.]

I went in and security checked if I was a supernatural being or not and then let me in after getting their confirmation. The library was big and honestly made me smile and actually gave me hope. If it has this many books then they probably have books on curses. So I went to that section, looked at every single one of them but nothing. At this rate I have become so knowledgeable about anything witchcraft and spells related. I have read so many books that at this book I can recognise some just looking at the covers. After hours and hours I searching I found one book that had blood spells and curses. As I was reading I noticed that it was missing a few pages and someone told me its pages relate