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“Ah, yes. Reid. Please initial here to show that you are aware you can only feed from willing donors.” I took the feathered-spelled pen and signed on the box next to where she was showing. “And here to agree, only to fight if it’s in self-defense. If you should kill, it will forfeit your life via the Black Death Plague that will be spelled over you. This will lift as soon as you leave our community.” “Oh, goody, the Black Death this time,” I said to her sarcastically and thought back to the last time I was here. I believe it was Bloody Shits of Death or something similar. If I had to pick, I would go with the Black Death Plague.

“Her body will reject werewolf blood. She can only receive blood from a human.” I look around the tent, and it hits me. All the doctors and medics are werewolves. All the blood reserves they have stocked for emergencies are werewolf blood. The pets participating in the Hunt Ceremony are expected to die. No one is prepared to heal a human. No one is expected to even care about their lives at all. Certainly not enough to offer their own blood to save one like I just did. I can see it now. The way every medical professional in the tent is staring at me like they’re trying to hide their confusion.

A sin that couldn’t be stoned I stared deep down his face His gaze was fixated on me I threw the first stone My heart filled with sorrows Covered with the strength of tomorrow I looked away from his preying eyes I couldn’t stand the eyes of the stranger The stranger that I had betrayed They casted their stones Pitting him with the pains in their heart As he slowly accepted his fate His resistance couldn’t oppose A big stone crouched up his head Breaking and tearing through his skull He fell with a great thud Covered with tears and blood While the mob continued incessantly Being incited by unwavering hatred And their loyalism to religion The blaring of sirens And chants of the mob The blood o

The muffled sound of a bullet penetrating flesh was terrifyingly soft, yet it felt heavy enough to make my heart stop. Lucaro shuddered slightly. He looked down at the dark stain rapidly spreading across his chest, then lifted his gaze to me. His lips moved as if to speak, but only a stifled groan escaped as he slowly collapsed. "Caro!" My scream tore through the dead silence of the forest as Lucaro's body fell heavily. His blood spread rapidly under the dim light, thick and stifling.

"In our world, principles matter far more than fortune and glory. I respect you for your willingness to die for your leader, but I won't agree to your request." "Why not?" Claude asked in confusion. Anthony replied, "I've taken countless lives, but never the life of someone innocent. Since you've done nothing wrong, I have no reason to kill you. What would society think of me if I did?" "And if I agree to your request today, what happens if someone else breaks the rules tomorrow? If another person attempts to trade a life for a life the way you are now, should I agree to their request or not?"

I struggled wildly, my nails leaving bloody scratches on their arms. One of them cursed and gripped my arm tighter. I could feel my bones groaning under the pressure. "You can't do this!" I screamed at Darren. "I'm your wife! This is your blood! The baby will die!" "Then let it die," Darren said, looking down at me. "A bastard with tainted blood doesn't deserve to live in this world." The moment the needle pierced my skin, a burning pain spread through my veins. The drug felt like liquid fire coursing through my body.

I grabbed the hem of Felix's shirt, fixed a pitiful expression on my face, and mumbled, "I believe you, Felix." Felix's expression softened as he helped me back to my feet. Taking advantage of the fact that the other wolves' attention was still on us, I retrieved a document from my bag and handed it to Felix. "I accidentally recorded your pup's blood type as AB when I registered his information last time. The truth is, his blood type is O." Felix's face twisted as he snatched the document from me. An eerie silence descended upon the hall. Everyone knew that all the wolves of the Blackrock pack had type-AB blood, making it impossible for a pup with type-O blood to exist in the pack.

And I smiled, before turning towards the window. Did I want to go to the ceremony? Did I want to see the two people who had killed me in my past life get mated? Somewhere over the horizon, Lyra was probably preparing to get mated to Adrian, and somewhere within our own pack, a traitor waited. I slowly exhaled, my decision already made. "If we stay away,” I started to speak, then paused for a moment, “We learn nothing. But if we do go, we will be exposed. Is that worth the risk?”

He presses his own thumb against the edge until a bead of bright, crimson blood wells up on his skin—a signature of the contract. I stare at the blade. My fingers twitch. This is it. The end of my autonomy. The end of my life as a free, independent wolf. I look at the smoldering ruins of my home, then at Daryl, whose presence is both my ultimate prison and my only conceivable hope. The air around us is heavy with the scent of ozone and iron. My hand reaches out, shaking violently, ready to surrender to the inevitable.

"Sorry," I said, even though I didn't want to be tricked into borrowing from loan sharks. Or being beaten to a pulp. Or being forced to slap myself. Or being tied to a wall like a dog, forced to stay on all fours if I wanted to eat. However, it was either that, or they would dig Grandpa out of his grave and desecrate his body. Stella paused in turn, studying before smiling in approval, "Uriah's right. You just need to suffer a little and you've changed."