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Even though I wanted nothing more than for the pack to be in ruins, I wanted it to be by my hands. Today's day activities had taken a different turn as a spy was caught. He claimed he had come to see a fellow pack member but the said person had been dead for at least three years. A tattoo was then found on his body. It was a mark given to those in the Blood moon pack. The Omegas hung his hands above his head with silver metal, biting deep into his skin, causing the spy to scream out in pain. His legs were elevated off the ground and started beating him so he would confess why he was actually here.

The blood from my palm makes the letters dark. When I’m done, I look at Mavera. "You’re going to sign it. All of you. In blood. Then you’re going to go back to your packs and tell them the Law is over. Or I finish what Rook started." One by one, they sign. Voss last, his hand shaking so badly the blood smears. Rook comes to stand beside me as the last priest signs, and his shoulder bumps mine. His hand finds the small of my back, not possessive, just there, grounding.

Her fingers fumbled several times, but she was determined to do it herself, afraid he might try to help her again. When she turned back to face him, he still hadn't spoken. Instead, he removed his waterproof jacket and draped it over Riley. Underneath, he wore a black hoodie adorned with a unique golden emblem on the left chest—a crescent moon and a droplet shimmering faintly in the dim light. At that moment, everything became clear to Riley. The golden moon and the golden droplet of blood symbolized the Golden Blood Pack, one of the world's most renowned packs, led by Eash's father.

The Blood Bounty was an ancient, terrible instrument of power. It wasn't just a contract; it was a blood-soaked invitation broadcast on arcane frequencies that every supernatural creature could hear in the back of their minds, a whisper of temptation that also spread like a virus through the dark web and encrypted mercenary channels. Overnight, Jack Sterling went from being a regional king to the most hunted man on the planet.

He turned to see Max who clearly had some pained expressions. "Enzo"! Stephen signaled Max and he stormed out pulling Max along him. Zee and Saint looked at each other and turned to their food. "Wh… What happened to Max". Callum stuttered. "Nothing. He can't bear the sight of blood. Here the blood is stopped. Go wash it before the lunch gets cold. Saint, call Max and Enzo". Callum nodded and left for the ensuite washroom to wash his thumb.

While doing so the metal makes their bones tense. Finally, the edges of the weapons find a spot on the pair of palms where there is no scar, not yet. Both Lance and Gardax’s eyes meet and they nod to one another. Slice. The rending and tearing of their flash surfaces from the hands. Salavanta shows a whence of pain in her facial features and eyes but there is nothing that comes from Vados. At the same time, Lance and Gardax shove the knives into the bar. Both of the handles face each other. Both hands gush with the blood but they are quick to make the blood oath exchange known as an accord. The wounded hands slam into one another and their blood mixes together within the collusion but also s

But when I glanced back, she was chanting with the others. The man let go at once after making a straight cut from my left-to-right palm. “Step forward and do not close your palms. Allow the blood to feed the star,” Sue said, and I nodded, lifting my hands above the symbol, watching as my blood dripped onto the top of the coffin.

He nodded and scribbled down the fifth clause in the contract, after which he signed and gave it to her to sign. As she signed her signature, she saw him pull out a jack-knife from his waistband, one she hadn't noticed before. He put the pointed edge to the tip of his thumb and pressed, blood pulled on his finger. He retrieved the contract from her and pressed the blood on the paper beside his signature as a seal. "I understand signatures are enough binds on a contract in your world. However, in my world blood seals are more binding and eternal," he explained as he handed the contract back to her.

Kneeling down in front of me he narrowed his eyes once more as he held up the palm of his free hand, “Do you know what iron does to those of you’re kind?” Gulping hard I shook my head before looking at it once more. I noticed a symbol scarred into his hand, it must have been burnt into him. He held up the iron symbol and I realized it was the same symbol, “Give me your hand,” He said sternly. Gulping again I frowned as I instinctively pulled my hand against my chest,