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It was strictly forbidden by the pack rules for any werewolf to remain in their tents during the morning work hours. _But who cares? The rules were meant for others, not me._ My name is Samantha Emberwood. I was born half-werewolf, half-nymph, under a special lineage of wolf known as Purebred. Unlike others of my kind who have the ability to transform and communicate directly with their wolves, Purebreds possess the ability to separate from their inner wolf, creating a special bond that grants us control and mastery over their abilities. In the entire Dawn Runner pack, I'm the only one born with the Purebred Bloodline. Rumor has it that I inherited my abilities from my birth mother. But the

Ever since she arrived at Blackthorn, it hadn’t appeared and she would have preferred it that way, but now, she feared it won’t always be like that anymore. On her arm, she saw the lines again, like vines twisting and circling. It moved on its own and it had a glow of its own—a faint one. She raised her arm and watched it closely, not understanding what it was and why it chose her out of the billions of people alive. Or could it be that she wasn’t the only one? Like how she discovered that there are vampires and wolves in the school, could there be more out there? Even from her other school?

She stayed there until morning, she would just sit there until hours would pass but now she found paint under the piled papers. She saw her favorite color, the blood red, and black. She opened it and looked around. Who would know if she paints the walls? The dirty white walls looked too old and rusty. She found a brush and set it up all before starting painting. She dipped half of the brush into the red paint and dipped the other half into the black paint. She brushed the paint into the wall carelessly. She did lines crosswise and created a pattern of red and black. On that mess, she took a thin stick and dipped it into the black paint. Then she started creating outlines of the eyelashes of

I had thrown that out there to stir the pot, but I did not expect Nelson and Yvonne's faces to go pale the moment the words left my mouth. Nelson forced a laugh. "Illegitimate kids? Come on, Ethan and the rest are my brother's children, too. They're Smiths just like us." However, Nelson looked like he had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar, and I felt a jolt of suspicion. My eyes could not help but scan over Ethan and his siblings. That was when I saw it. My dad had double eyelids, a trait I had inherited. However, all three Ethans had single eyelids, just like Nelson.

But from the moment she arrived, she was so confident that she could become best friends with the Gambino heiress that she grew incredibly reckless. I slowly revealed the Gambino family token, which resembled utmost authority—only the authentic heir of the family had the right to own it. Looking at Lucille, I began coldly, "I never knew we were best friends." She glanced up at me, shock evident on her face. "Daphne, what are you on about?" Chase asked, clearly flabbergasted. "Aren't you from the countryside?" I turned toward him and smirked. "Fortunately, I told you I was from the countryside. Otherwise, you'd probably be plotting my death!"

Pack affiliations, shift forms, bond records. Nothing unusual. The second book was older. The leather cover was soft with age and the pages had that particular brittleness that came from decades of exposure to changing temperatures. I turned the pages slowly, not wanting to tear anything before I had read it. Lineage maps. Each line connecting one name to the next, generation by generation, with small symbols beside certain names indicating shift form, power tier, special designation. I stopped on a page near the middle of the book. The Guardian bloodlines.

Kael shielded himself, but I was already moving—free, alive, burning. The corridor outside was chaos. Sirens blared. Guards ran toward me, weapons raised, but the power within me reacted faster. Their bullets dissolved midair. I moved like lightning, my body guided by instinct I didn’t understand. Each guard that touched me fell unconscious, energy drawn from them like mist. Kael followed, unhurried, his voice echoing through the burning halls. “You still don’t understand what you carry. That bloodline you cling to—it’s older than the packs. Older than wolves.”

Calyx suddenly sat upright from the couch, eyes narrowing sharply. “Wait.” All of us looked toward him. He grabbed several parchment sheets and spread them quickly across the table. “I’ve been tracing bloodlines.” Atlas groaned immediately. “You say that like it’s normal.” “It is normal.” “No it isn’t.” Calyx ignored him completely. “There are certain families and bloodlines that keep appearing in old records around vampire rumors.” He pointed at several names written across the parchment. “Strong bloodlines. Old ones.” My stomach tightened slightly as I looked down.

The heavy silver fountain pen felt weighted, like an anchor dragging her down into a lawless abyss. Agnes stared at the parchment laid out on the metal examination tray. The ink pooling at the nib wasn't standard black; it was a dark, iridescent crimson—synthetic blood-ink designed by the High Council to bind a fighter’s bio-metrics directly to a syndicate’s ledger. If she pressed her thumb to the glowing blue seal, Rhys Stormfang would legally own her athletic, professional, and public life for the next three hundred and sixty-five days. Her freedom would be liquidated to settle a ghost debt.

Everything went black. Ari watched as Luca worked on his mate. He clearly was not an average wolf. His size alone distinguished him from most, but very few wolves can heal another wolf doused in wolfbane. The only two he knew of with wolfbane immunity were Zetas and Gammas. However, he did not suffer any injuries as he laid his hands on her without hesitation. Whatever he was doing did not seem to have any effect, but he wondered why he thought he could bring a werewolf back from the dead. Ari was not aware of any werewolf that could do that. The mate bond allowed strong healing powers between partners. Feeling helpless, Ari stepped forward and lay his hands over her open abdomen. Shifting t