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Perhaps if he could somehow get his hands on one and use it, one of Esther's guards would come out and help him. Jones slowly inches closer to the dead guard, watching the banshees from the side of his eye. The wailing murder specters had gotten bored of loitering on this side of the barrier and were beginning to move toward the north barrier. Jones steps on a branch when he is halfway to the guard. He freezes, jumping into a bush to cover his body. A banshee near the back of the herd turns at the sound, her screams piercing his eardrums. Her eyes shift to red as she looks through the forest. Banshees could detect body heat; that is partially why they were successful at hunting humans. Vampi

The halberd burst into blinding silver flames and emitted a terrifying roar as it stabbed towards the banshee again. At that moment, Vlad joined his palms together. Spiritual flames raged on his body as he roared, "Domain: Banshee of Darkness, Soul Shackles."

Satisfied with this response, she twirled the blade in her hand before waltzing out into the hall. Following in her stead, Tristan exited the room. Immediately met with the possessed horde, the Banshee decisively slashed her weapon across the torso of the first man who came charging towards them. The spell uttered again he too turned to dark specks in the air before his eyes. Allen’s partner effectively clearing the way for his attack. Tristan struck out with his blades. Sparks flying off of it as it careened down the hall. The electricity was enough to stun the other invaders in the hall. The voltage enough to send them crumpling onto their knees and then finally onto the boards in the hall

Represented by Beta Dawes for Five Lakes (Alpha Jones wounded) and Alpha Romanov, supported by Beta Fastiv. Although Bella had referred to my adoption, to see my life recorded in a war report was something else. My name was Helana Birazzi, not Dawes. My eyes brimmed with tears as I thought about Beta Dawes and how they had taken me in, kind Celeste who had been ever present in my memories since arriving. I hoped she had moved away with Jason that very night. I put my head into my hands to try and get rid of the tears forming and had a moment of stillness.

I took that as enough. “I have a contact,” I said, keeping my tone low and steady. “A hacker-witch hybrid. He owes me a life debt from years ago — something I can’t explain right now.” I took one cautious step closer, leaves crunching softly under my bare feet. “He can trace financial trails and relic purchases without needing any blood connection, without touching the mate bond, without alerting whoever cast the Shadowveil. He stays completely off their radar. I can reach out to him. Personally verify it. It’s high-risk for him — and for me — but I’ll do it. I’ll trade whatever favor he demands. Protection, intel, whatever it takes.”

Jace got really annoyed, he opened his coat and. 'Click.Clack.Clock. BUSHENG!' The HumElf eyes widen. Almost dropping his eyeballs. His head shook like a defected robot as he took a glimpse to the fiery black hole on his right side. The hole was smoking hot, a coin-sized burnt-mark surrounded the hole. He looked back to Jace. He was holding a small revolver still pointing to Bum Pan. "I allow you to speak now," Kaizer said within chuckles. Bum Pan in a rush answered.

"There’s no mark. No embroidery. Nothing. Does anyone recognize her? Marcus? Silas?" The scouts shook their heads, their expressions grim. "Never seen her in the territory before, Luna. She just appeared out of the fog near the creek." Her body was a roadmap of agony. Long, jagged claw marks striped her arms, but as the healers began to cut away the remains of her shirt, I saw the deeper damage. Huge, gaping furrows ran along her side, weeping dark, sluggish blood. "We need to stabilize the hemorrhaging!" one of the healers shouted. "Alpha, we should take her to the wing—"

“But I believe in her. She healed my son and the Delta when I thought they wouldn’t make it. None of our medics can heal the wolf directly, but she can. Have you met someone who can do that?” His brows knitted, and I could sense irritation in his scent. “She can’t be the only doctor in the world who can heal the wolf in its true form. There are others like her who don’t do black magic.” “Until you find them, Dr. Vale is our only option.” He stiffened. I already regretted making him my Beta. With Darius gone, I didn’t know if Luke would ever agree to be my Beta again. And working with Xander… Goddess, it was torture.

"Sharona never did. Not when she locked me away. Not when she murdered and burned the other packs. She's only ever wanted one thing - control. And will do anything to get it." "And now she thinks she can get it through war," I whisper. Cyre nods. "But one thing is stopping her. Standing in her way. And she's here to remove it." "What is that?" I whisper half curiously. Cyre hesitates. "You!" My heart stutters. "What do you mean?" Derek steps protectively in front of me, his stance shifting - Alpha, guardian, mate. But Cyre's eyes stay fixed on mine. "You're a Banshee. And only your scream can ruin everything she's built."

So he ushered her in. "Hello Tianah. It's good to have you here. You are given the gift you received today because you will be needing it for your pack and the Lumen's pack too. Because a war will arise very soon. And with your gift you can destroy thousands of werewolf soldiers even before wolfing out. The werewolf goddess has saddled you with a gift. And now Tianah Luna of Greenville's pack is named the Banshee werewolf. "Banshee what?" Alpha Alex looked behind and saw Tianah's bone cracking and shape shifting as she accepted the title automatically as it was a word spoken out by the oracle of the werewolf goddess.