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“Another wishes to witness your… abilities.” He almost choked on the last words. “And?” He hesitated. “One formally requests a sample of your blood.” Several fists struck the table. I could hear Thorne’s wolf groan in anger “Definitely not. They’ve lost their minds!” I stared at the report. My blood. As though it belonged to the world instead of me. “I will not be carved into pieces because of a rumor.” “No one expects you to,” Garrick said. “But we must decide how to receive them.”

In the blinding brightness of the room, the blood looked unnaturally dark, almost black. "There is a beautiful vulnerability to the human body," the Director said. He sounded entirely conversational, his voice smooth and untroubled over the sound of my ragged, choked breathing. "We think we're so strong, so invincible when we're running through the shadows. But we're really just water, bone, and nerves. And nerves, Elara, are so incredibly easy to manipulate. They are the ultimate biological design flaw."

“What are you doing?” I stared her down. “My blood doesn’t just open the gate. It can close it.” Then I tore open the top of my dress and dug my nails into my chest. Blood poured out—bright, glowing purple. Ethan stepped back. “Alika…” I slammed the blood onto the altar. “With the final blood of the first line, I reject this union. I reject the fate you forced on me.” Sybilla screamed, “NO—!” Too late. The ground split.

Marcus glanced at him sharply. “And the humans?” Alaric smiled faintly. “They may experience… minor side effects. Pain, mild blood loss. But that’s a small price to pay to make sure the Blood King doesn’t live.” Marcus nodded, voice devoid of mercy. “Initiate Phase One.” --- Inside the Crimson Chapel, red light pulsed beneath the stone floor like a beating heart. Evelyn sat silently beside the glass coffin, her eyes hollow. Next to her, Adrian Wolfe reloaded his weapon, his expression tight.

They moved together effortlessly—graceful, synchronized, perfectly composed. Like two noble wolves who had always belonged at the center of the pack. The crowd watched them with admiration. I lasted exactly one minute before my vision blurred. My eyes burned. I wiped away the tears quickly and slipped out of the hall. Outside, snow fell silently beneath the winter sky. My phone buzzed. [Your request to withdraw from the Ironcrest Pack has been approved.] I stared at the message for a moment, then immediately booked the earliest flight to Switzerland for tomorrow morning. Just as I slipped my phone back into my pocket, a mocking voice sounded behind me.

He believed in me more than I believed in the laws of physics. “Toby,” I whispered. “What happens if we can’t stop them? What happens if the world Silas wants is the only one that can survive the Resonance?” Toby leaned in, his forehead resting against mine. “Then we’ll be the chaos that breaks it. I’d rather die a ghost in your resistance than live as a battery in his world.”

Serena was taking all of it upward, warming herself on other people's grief. If I stayed, Leo's archive went to her. If I entered, the nursery might notice the child inside me and call him transferable. There was no clean choice. There had never been one in this city. Clean choices were what powerful people named afterward, once they had decided whose blood did not count. I shoved my bleeding wrist deeper into the gap. The frame scanned the blood. AUTHORIZED MATERNAL PERSONNEL ONLY. "I am his mother," I said. The lights flickered.

I looked at the clock, it was seven in the evening right now and I have no idea if he left in the afternoon or in the evening before I came back. I slumped against the couch’s back and pursed my lips. Oh God please! Please, Please, Please, Please, Please, Please, Please, PLEASE! Let him come home with a blood bag! Or please make sure he doesn’t drink directly from the person! Please! A royal blood like Quincy is special. If he drinks directly from a person, his fangs have an aphrodisiac effect that also gives the other person a weird sense of pleasure that helps move to the next phase and have sex so please!

Blade doesn’t respond instantly and Adam rants, “Do you know the kind of trouble that you’ll be in if father finds out about this? Do you want to die, Blade? Do you want her to die?” Blade’s voice drips with sarcasm as he says, “You act like I’m not already dead.” “You and I both know that there is a way to end your existence, Blade. And we both know that dad having a pure bloodline come from us, is more important to him than having you live.” Adam turns to look at me and says, “And unfortunately, her life isn’t worth that much to father. He won’t hesitate to end her. I thought you wanted all of us to work toward keeping her safe. How are we supposed to do that when you’re making moves on he

And she knows that this special case of them will also be their greatest downfall if they make one small mistake. The people of Argania are after their blood. They wanted their blood for the King's disease. Because it is believed that an Albino's blood is the way to cure this. How sick it was. Ordering people to kill two innocent children who just want to live a normal life."We must not allow them to go out anymore, Levi. We must let them stay inside this cottage at all cost please." "But what if they would take this the wrong way Lucia? What if they disobey us because of this?"