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" Another entry, this one is more recent than the first. The handwriting was slightly less careful like it was written faster. ‘The old roads respond to the bloodline. They were built that way to open for the carrier and close for everyone else. If someone else is using them it means either the sealing failed over time or something is directing them that carries enough of the old power to mimic the bloodline's call.’ I read it again to fully understand the depth of this. "Something carrying enough old power to mimic the bloodline's call," I said. "The Rogue King," Nerissa said "What he is. Whatever he's become after seven years

The voice screamed. Then fell silent. DAY 16 The Keepers found something. Ancient books. Older than House Virel itself. “The curse is tied to Virel blood,” the oldest Keeper said. “But not all of it.” “What does that mean?” Kael asked. “It requires a sacrifice. Not a life. A memory.” Lyra looked at Kael. “What kind of memory?” “The strongest one. The one that binds you to this house.” She answered without hesitation. “The night I woke up here.”

"You think I care about the puzzle? I didn’t ask for this chaos. My focus should be on leading my pack, not on babysitting a hybrid with unknown ties!" "Is that what you think it is? Babysitting?" Qwin challenged, her voice rising slightly. "Irwin is the only hybrid connected to our Bloodlines Dorian. You cannot dismiss her so easily." The weight of her words settled heavily in the air. Dorian took a step back, the implications of Qwin’s statement crashing over him like a wave. "What are you saying, Grandmother?" "Yes," Qwin replied, her tone now measured, almost conspiratorial. " You made that decision when you refused full blooded wolf that wanted you."

There were other things that demanded my focus, such as trying to get a handle on the hereditary royal bloodline technique that had eluded me. For years now, I had been struggling to unlock my family's hereditary royal bloodline technique. The Bloodlust Ascendancy, it was called. It was a state of being that amplified every single stat of those with the Lycan Alpha bloodline in the Volkov pack, tripling their power in an instant. It was this same technique that made my father a legend of war, the power that had secured his place as Alpha of the Volkov pack. As far as the history books go, every Alpha before him had unlocked it at my age, wielding the immense strength it gave to lead the pack

His first words chilled the entire field: “I remember the first forgetting.” Silence. Then chaos. Sariah rose slowly. “What do you mean?” The boy looked at her not like a child, but like a conduit. “They called it mercy. They carved memory out of the oldest bloodlines and buried it beneath the roots. But it never stopped breathing.” The first shape began to pulse, a deep amber glow forming at its core. The second moved again, this time toward the crowd. Dain stepped forward. “This isn’t just a test anymore.”

>The Zeryth, whose mouths split too wide and whose laughter bled into sobbing, the cruelest tricksters among the clans. And the youngest, >The Dayborn acolytes, fragile still, their blood unripe but their ambition fierce. They wore masks heavier than their bodies, desperate to belong among ancients who barely noticed them. And above them all, whispers still carried of a line that no longer existed. La Sanguinae Vera. The True Blood. The First Line. The one from whom all others had descended, and the one thought lost forever in the Ashen Sundering. Some still spoke their name with reverence. Others spat it like a curse. But all agreed: their extinction was a wound, and their absence left powe

I was going to freeze from the inside out, and Aldric would watch me die, and there was nothing he could do. No. I would not let that happen. Something surged inside me. Not the frost. Not the venom. Not the moonlight. Something deeper. Something that had been sleeping in my blood since the day I was fragmented. The beast bloodline partially awakened. I felt it tear through my veins like fire. Not Aldric's bloodline. Mine. The one that had been sealed away with Zero, the one that had been buried so deep I perhaps almost had forgotten it existed. It rose now, responding to the threat, responding to my refusal to die.

“Have they been hiding their true nature from you all this time?” “I... I don’t understand.” “Some are bitten. They change later. Hybrids. Half human. Half beast. But you... you were born this way. You’re a Pureblood. A true Lycan. And your ichor, your blood, carries traits of a lineage I don’t even recognize. That intrigues me. Fascinates me. I thought I’d seen everything. But you… you’re different.” Everything around me started spinning. The forest, the sky, the leaves, all of it whirled. My stomach turned, my feet lost the ground. I felt like I was about to fall. To faint. To vanish inside myself.