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She looks up at me, her hand pressed against her stomach now, trying to hide the cut even though I can already see blood seeping between her fingers. “You’re bleeding.” “It’s nothing. Just a scratch.” She stands up, still holding her hand against herself like that’s going to make it disappear. “I’ll clean this up and then I’ll be out of your way.” “You’re a nurse, right?” She blinks, caught off guard by the question. “Yes.” “Then you know that’s not nothing. Go take care of it before it gets infected.” “I will. After I—” “Now.” She stares at me for a long moment, and I can see her trying to decide whether to argue.

The house didn’t feel like mine anymore once the gunfire stopped. Declan’s men moved through the estate with brisk, practiced efficiency, zip-tying the guards who were still breathing, calling for a cleanup crew, sweeping every room for anything the Ghost might have left behind. I stood in the middle of the foyer, blood — not mine — drying on my knuckles, and tried to remember how to breathe like a person who hadn’t just watched her home turned into a battlefield. “Sera.” Declan’s hand found my shoulder, gentler than it had any right to be given the last ten minutes. “You’re not hurt?”

He looked like he was about to say something, but he was cut off when he started coughing violently. He spat out a mouthful of blackened blood. It made for a gruesome sight against the white carpet. Felix stared at the blood in disbelief before he jerked his head up to look at me. "Why?" I set my wine glass down and looked down at him from the tip of my nose. "I'm just fulfilling my responsibility as a mother." Felix's eyes widened when he finally registered my words. The wolfsbane worked quickly, especially since Felix had been caught completely off-guard. It didn't take long before he crumpled to the ground.

“The blood you share is no longer just hybrid. It’s divine. Your transformation isn’t random—it’s in sync with the moon.” “The Blood Moon,” Darius added grimly from where he stood guard. “The moon of reckoning.” Ava looked up. Already the sky had begun to change. The moon, once a cold silver, had taken on a reddish hue. Faint, but visible. Like a drop of blood in water, spreading. ⸻ Day One: Ava’s hands pulsed with energy, everything she touched sparked or sizzled. Marcus barely managed to stabilize her. “Your magic is unraveling the laws of nature,” he warned.

She headed towards the Alpha's garden, the sound of ripping clothes pushing her to run faster, and her dress dug painfully into her ribs. The Alpha's office came into view as she rounded the corner, thundering paw-prints gaining on her. Glass shattered as she slammed into the windows and twisted at the last minute to shield her face. The floor came up fast in the darkness. Metal on metal sang as she snatched the ancient sword from its resting place and drew it. The sword gleamed at eye level, and the bookshelf pressed into her back as a guttural snarl erupted from her throat. There was now only the quiet crunching of glass and the dripping of her blood onto the floor.

A final, wet rattle escaped his throat as he collapsed backward, utterly still, the ghastly crimson stain spreading beneath him. The tent was filled with the horrific tableau of blood, stillness, and the acrid stench of death

My knuckles were pale beneath the sticky sheen of blood that wasn’t mine. Zach stood in the middle of the carnage, his chest rising and falling, each breath labored but steady. There was blood on him that is not his, not this time, it's splattered across his shirt, painting over the tattoos that marked him. I traced them instinctively with my eyes, the ones I used to follow with my fingertips in quiet, fragile hours when the world outside our bed didn’t exist. Now they were obscured, swallowed by the stains of violence.

Blood stained the dirt as the battle raged on, the scent of fear and violence filling the night air. The scent of fear and violence filled the air, mingling with the metallic stench of blood. My heart pounded in my chest as I watched in a mix of horror and relief as Azriel swiftly dispatched the remaining two vampires. The lifeless bodies lay strewn across the ground, a grim to the battle that had just unfolded.

The thick curtains soaking up the sunlight. "Am I bothering you?" He asked, arching an eyebrow. His ivory teeth were stained red. I could barely stop myself from shuddering, "Yeah, it is bothering me." "Would it bother you less if I said it wasn't human?" "It's not?" I inhaled deeply realizing it didn't have the same notes human blood would but it didn't smell like animal blood either. What type of freaky ass blood was this guy into drinking? "Nope," he tipped the rest of the blood back, slamming the crystal class on the table in front of him. Julian ran his tongue over his teeth, leaving behind a sparkling white surface that was no longer stained with sticky blood.

Blood. Dread settled over me like a heavy shroud. The once serene garden now bore the threatening mark of violence. I knelt down, scrutinizing the crimson stain on the ground. Fear coiled in my stomach, and the silence of the garden seemed to echo with the ominous weight of the unknown. Zoey's disappearance had already been a challenging situation, but the presence of blood escalated the situation to a new level of urgency. Every worst-case scenario raced through my mind. I couldn't lose her. Not after all she had been through.