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Finally around 10am his phone started ringing. “Hello! What did he say?” Aiden practically yelled at his father through the phone. “Well good morning to you to son, I slept great thank you for asking.” Arthur responded sarcastically, “the doc said he has to have some werewolf blood but she might be a Half Blood. It’s very rare since most werewolves stick to their own kind, but there have been a few one night stands or even short relationships between humans and werewolves. Once in a while a half blood will be the product of that. We think your mate must have grown up as a human. Her mom may not have even known that she had slept with a werewolf let alone gave birth to one.”

Fire. A great hall with stone walls and high ceilings and fire eating through all of it. Tapestries burning from the top down. Furniture reduced to ash and glowing frame. The heat was so real against my face and arms that I raised one hand to shield myself before I remembered I was standing in a cold mountain cabin. And bodies. Everywhere. On the stone floor. Against the walls. Collapsed in doorways where they had run and not made it through in time. Vampires. Every one of them wore the same crest on their clothing, a silver nightshade flower on black fabric, identical to the symbol I had seen pressed into the cover of Seraphine's oldest books.

Marble floors where blood was easily wiped away. Elena entered on Dante's arm, like a bride walking to the scaffold. Matteo, the elder, walked in front, confident, smiling. Luca flanked the rearguard with that calm of a rehabilitated psychopath. Alessia was already inside, waiting. In the main hall, the capos waited.

CHAPTER FIVE. The sounds of the chains echoed through the passages as the werewolves' prisoners were pushed out to the backyard where the annual ceremony would take place. Each year, on the day before the full moon, a ceremony would take place where the werewolves captured were experimented on by Dr. Matt. His experiment usually last till the full moon was over. Dr. Matt sat patiently, watching as the soldiers pushed all the werewolves out. *** Mrs. Sparks and Caroline sat in Sparks' living room gossiping and giggling. Mrs. Sparks stole surreptitious glances around to convince herself that no one was around. "I have filed for divorce," She whispered. "I hope I'm doing the right thing."

They belong to me . The legion of dead travelers halted. Stood unmoving, soiled and silent, smudged faces uplifted. Richard smelled damp earth, saw blue concentration camp ink tattooed onto some of their forearms; rope burns around one revenant’s neck, the one that carried the leather-bound Bible. Julian was crawling across the ground, bringing his mutilations with him. Richard swallowed back rising terror and shook his head. “No—”

He stepped forward, his massive frame towering over the vampire as he looked down into the folds of the cloak. The Alpha's dark eyes instantly narrowed as he caught the visual markers of the crisis. Brynn’s face was pale, her soft jasmine scent heavily laced with the metallic, intoxicating tang of primordial vampire blood. But what Garick saw first—what caused his wolf instincts to flare with a protective panic—were the thin, smoky purple-and-black tracks of the Blood-born venom still faintly webbing across her collarbone. They were visibly fading, dissolving into her sun-kissed skin as Riheirk’s ancient, healing blood aggressively incinerated the last remnants of the poison from her system.

Becca and Hannah led the charge, of course—eyes rolling, voices pitched just loud enough for everyone to hear. “Of course the Alpha’s obsessed with her,” Becca scoffed as I passed. “He thinks she’s special, but she’s just a freak. A cursed half-blood freak.” I froze mid-step, my wolf snarling inside me. My hands trembled as my nails lengthened involuntarily, scraping against the wall.“Say that again,” I whispered. Becca smirked, smug and unafraid. “Freak.”

The day smelled of roses and rain. Morning light spilled through the arched windows of the Moonspire Cathedral, catching on the silver banners that draped from the high ceilings. The banners bore two crests side by side — the wolf sigil of Kael’s house and the moonlit rose of the vampire court.

“ I nodded and walked ahead of him, wanting to get this over with, I looked at my watch. 11.24 The flight was by 4 I still have time. I walked inside the cabin, the inside looking more horrifying than the front, there was broken glass everywhere, claw marks on the walls by something obviously not human, dry wall caked the floor, it looked old (find out what old blood looks like) my eyes schemed over stopping at a frame kept in a conspicuous angle obviously to get people’s attention. I always found myself drawn to this particular photograph, it was ruined, a family photo most likely, a pregnant woman sat down smiling brightly into the camera her eyes bright, against her beautiful ebony skin,

Pressing my fingers to my temple, I replied helplessly, "What do you mean, 'do'? We're not the mafia here. Can you speak like a normal person, please?" "Are you just going to sit back and let this slide? I'm not okay with that." "I won't let it slide." I would not do anything reckless, but I would not let Ethan get off easy either. I wanted him to remember my name for the rest of his life. I wanted it etched into his heart, burned into his skin, a mark so deep that it could never be erased even if he scraped off his flesh. "Don't hurt her." The voice on the other end paused in surprise. "What?"