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I will have to watch him closely. I led them to the tree line to the east of the building I kept them in. I needed to get to the Blood Moon pack before heading to Full Moon. Alpha Brian is a loyalist of Masters and I need to alert him that the time to gather is at hand. The allies must be ready to attack Full Moon as soon as we get that bitch to the alter. Then the war will begin. I tried to suppress the smile threatening to form at the thought of the plan.

The morning light hit them at the same angle, and even before he moved, the pieces seemed to lean toward each other like two things that remembered they belonged as one. “The Blood Moon Crystal wasn’t made,” Zephyr said, his voice dropping into that deeper, more serious tone he used when something truly mattered. “It wasn’t forged or crafted or conjured. It grew. Over centuries, deep in the rock beneath the oldest forest on this continent, fed by the energy of every wolf that ever ran above it.” He slowly brought his hands together. “It was whole once. And it’s been waiting to be whole again.” The second the two pieces touched, the light came.

The Great Hall stayed silent long after Auren’s words faded: “The first monsters.” Nobody liked the sound of that. I didn’t either. Outside, wind howled against Moonhold’s walls. The storm gathering beyond the mountains felt heavier now, as though the world sensed something coming. Kael stood beside me, arms crossed, gold eyes fixed on the horizon. “The Blood Moon. How long?” Diana looked grim. “Twenty-one days.” My stomach sank. Three weeks to find an ancient wolf powerful enough to terrify gods. Three weeks to stop the nightmare he warned us about. Three weeks before the world ended. Again. Wonderful.

Not like a storm. Not like clouds. But like smoke… burning red. Kellan burst through the door, breathless. “It’s happening,” he said. “What is?” Ember asked. “The Blood Moon.” Ember blinked. “That’s impossible. It isn’t due for another four months.” “I know,” Kellan said. “But it’s here.” They rushed outside. And there it was … a blood-colored moon rising before evening had even begun. Too large, too bright, casting an eerie crimson glow across the pack grounds.

I shouted, desperation filling my voice, but she didn’t hear me. “She can’t hear you,” Tharros warned, his voice low. “Then how do we help her?” I demanded, panic rising. Tharros swallowed hard, his gaze never leaving the dark figure. “It’s too late. The ceremony’s already begun.” “What do you mean by that?” Lucien asked, his tone sharp. “Azara and Rhaegos have combined their powers and are summoning the Blood Moon. They plan to use its energy to corrupt Emily. If that happens…” Tharros trailed off, his voice faltering. The thought of losing Emily almost made me buckle.

I say. "For what she expended." Maret chooses her words carefully. Sets them down like objects she is placing on a surface she isn't sure will hold them. "What she carries, what was revealed tonight, it isn't something we have a reference for. Not in living memory. The Moonblood hasn't manifested fully in generations." She pauses. "She used a significant portion of it in a very short time. The shift. The fight. And then what she did for you." She says that last part without inflection.

And yet—Lucien dragged me across the room, lowering me onto the black leather couch. My chest heaved, every breath sawing out of me like blades. My vision blurred and sharpened again, pupils expanding and contracting with the violent rhythm of my pulse. “Lucien,” I hissed, every syllable guttural. “Don’t—” “Save your strength,” he cut in, kneeling beside me. His sharp features were drawn tight, his voice low and edged with urgency. His eyes—those steady, dark eyes—were locked on mine, refusing to flinch. “The Blood Moon isn’t supposed to appear for another four months. Not until the end of winter.”

But this time, I believed him. Fear wrapped around my spine like ice. Panic and anger twisted together inside me. I couldn’t fight him. I couldn’t escape him. I had nowhere to go. And the mating ball… Silvermoon Pack had an ancient tradition with Nightwolf Pack. Every three generations, the Alpha of one pack must choose a mate from the other. This time, it was Nightwolf’s turn. The ceremony was meant for their young Alpha Kael to choose a wife. Both packs would attend. Many hoped to find mates.

Something in the forest seemed to react to it, the shadows shifting, the wind whispering through the trees. Kael’s jaw tightened. “This is… against every law,” he muttered. “It cannot happen. It shouldn’t happen.” Rowan’s gaze remained on Aria, unwavering, calculating. “Yet it has,” he said quietly. “There’s no denying it. The bond is here.” Dante’s lips curved into a wicked smile, though his eyes burned with something deeper. “Looks like someone’s in trouble,” he murmured, circling her again, slow, deliberate, as if savoring the tension.

His eyes were bloodshot and crunchy from the lack of sleep. He sat up slowly, rubbing his eyes. He stretched and yawned extremely loudly. When he got up, he touched his toes and tried to get his muscles warmed up. Today wasn’t just any football game, after all. It was the traditional football game that celebrated the day his ancestors “expelled the vampires” from his town. Frankly, Liam thought it was a bunch of baloney, but apparently it was a big deal to the council of the town. That’s why, every year, they hosted the homecoming game with vampire decor and more. The cheerleaders of the high school team he was on were all wearing fake blood and vampire teeth, the same as they did every year