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Emma was eager to see what he found here, but she knew she would never step up here on her own; this place freaked her out for reasons beyond her understanding. As Lucas walked over to one of the shelves, he pointed out the different items and their uses. "This," he said, picking up a small jar filled with a dark substance, "is a binding potion. It's used to stop supernatural beings from escaping. If you can get it into a shifter's mouth, they won't be able to shift for a while." Emma's eyes widened in surprise as she listened to Lucas's explanation. She had never heard of such things before.

“Good.” Then the final line. Lunar Debt. Slay five thousand enemies within one hundred days. Failure would result in a curse. He didn’t react straight away. The words from the top returned naturally. Power was given. But never without debt. “…figures.” Five thousand enemies. One hundred days. Doable. But only if he didn’t waste time. The interface shifted. Bind Luna Eclipse Bow. Permanent. “No reason not to.” He accepted. For a moment, nothing happened.

“I will not tie my bloodline to a curse." He sounded so certain, and through the haze of pain, I started to wonder if he had indeed made a research about it. But when did he make this research, we still kissed this afternoon. My fingers clawed at the stone floor. I wanted to stand, but my legs were numb. The pain got worse. I felt like I was sinking into an abyss. “The Alpha has spoken," Lady Trish declared. "The bond is severed by free will. The Moon Goddess allows choice in the heart’s matters."

The paranormal world was in chaos the prophecy was a good one and also a bad one. High above the realm, the council of Elders presided over the fate of their people. As the guardian of order and peace, the leader of the council, a wise and seasoned Tribrid named Carson Gary, held the weight of the realm's future upon his shoulders. Little did he know how intertwined his own destiny would become with that of the young hybrid girl who would forever alter his world. He was the first mixed creature created by the goddess herself. He was called a “Tribrid”, and proclaimed the leader from birth, the weight of the mystical kingdom rests on his shoulder and he must protect it against forces that ten

Adrian added. Sensing my internal struggle, my twin sister stepped closer, her eyes shimmering with tears. "Seraphina, I've yearned for this reunion for so long," she confessed, her voice filled with a mix of pain and longing. "Our grandfather stole our bond, but now we have a chance to rewrite our destiny, to rediscover the love that was robbed from us."

Shawn said with a large grin on his face. He took the briefcase, opened it and slowly glided his fingers throw the things inside “Choose your toys guys..” he said as he turned the briefcase to them. “Let's play a game where you pick the weapon and I use it on you, if you don't pick on time I'll help out okay?” “Why don't you go first doctor,” Derrick doesn't reply to him , so he takes out a pocket knife and designs his initials on his body. He screamed out loud in pain.

If he claims you, he dies. Now, I understood. They weren’t just watching me. They were waiting. Waiting for the moment Zyros and I to accept our bond. The air soon filled with the sound of more howls. In that instant, I realized I wasn’t just running from my bond anymore, but from enemies that wanted to use it to kill him. ________

“In my world, the two are not separate.” I lowered my voice. “You think this fixes us.” He did not hesitate. “No.” The word echoed louder than if he had raised his voice. “Then what?” I asked. “It binds us,” he said. I swallowed. “That sounds like a trap.” “It is,” he said. “For everyone else.” I laughed again, but there was no humor in it. “You really believe a ring changes everything.” “I believe symbols matter,” he said. “Especially to men like Matteo.”

At the center, a broken seal, a wide, circular platform carved with symbols older than moonstone, older than any bond magic we’d been taught. “I’ve seen this in the Temple archives,” Béyoncé whispered. “This isn’t just pre-Cult. It’s pre-bond.” Kale’s hand hovered near his sword. “This is the source.” The source of what? I wanted to ask. The bond? The war? Or the thing behind the drums? I stepped into the circle. The air snapped. A cold wind rushed outward, scattering ash. My mark burned beneath my skin. The symbols lit up, one by one. The earth rumbled.

That's all. Kyrian's chest tightened. He turned toward Lorenzo slightly. Lorenzo turned too. They were facing each other now. Close. "I read something once," Kyrian said. His voice was quiet. "About bonds & mates . About how they work. It said that the bond doesn't create feelings. It just amplifies what's already there." Lorenzo was very still. "I've read that too." "If that's true." Kyrian looked at him. "Then what I feel isn't just the bond."