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I say. "Until the seven bloodlines had scattered and evolved and were ready to converge again," he says. "And produced a child who carries the evolved founding line alongside something that has never been combined with it before," I say. We look at each other. "The Alpha bloodline," he says. "Yes," I say. "Mixed with the evolved founding Lunare line," he says. "Yes," I say. "Producing the capacity to read what remains," he says. "Not the present. The history that stays in places."

“I didn’t hear you.” “I’ve been told I walk quietly.” She smiled. “I suppose working around council members teaches you that.” “I guess.” She glanced toward the shelf. “Bloodlines?” “Oh.” I quickly pulled my hand back. “I was just browsing.” “They’re fascinating.” “Are they?” “Oh, absolutely.” She stepped beside me. “There are families who can trace their lineage back nearly a thousand years.” “Really?” She nodded. “The old bloodlines carried unusual traits.” My heartbeat quickened. “Like what?”

The priestess’s smile deepened, like she admired the determination, but knew most people broke before the finish line. “Then you are ready for the bargain,” she said. The wind dropped. The ruins went silent. Olivia lifted her chin. “Name your terms.” The priestess raised her palm. Old symbols lit up around the platform. Faint blue lines, glowing like veins of light, formed a large circle. Magic hummed through the air, steady, cold, focused. “The bloodline can be ended,” the priestess said. “But bloodlines are not stories on paper. They are living structures. Systems. They do not simply disappear.” She stepped into the glowing circle. “To remove you from the line, we must push the line to col

“He said I shouldn’t exist… and that my bloodline was supposed to be dead.” “See,” I said, frustration creeping into my voice, “that still points straight to your family. Those words—bloodline? That’s not casual talk. It’s the kind of thing you say when you’re talking about lineage, heritage. It has to be something huge if it’s worth taking your life over.”

He looked at her and spoke again, “Cassian once told me that your blood is different than any one he has ever had. He also said a few drops were better than any two cans of blood.” He let out a sigh and said, “I don’t know how much of silver he took in, but it shouldn’t have knocked him out this soon. Also, I know it’s only based on my assumption, but I think taking too much of your blood has affected him in some way that has now changed his body functioning. I mean, since we don’t know what you are yet, we can’t cancel that out.” Julianne knew he was right, and she can’t help but think that he suspects her in some way even if he doesn’t show it. Maybe he thinks she is toxic for Cassian, she

My protected Bishop crown. The Chevre family. My legacy. He’ll make sure I know that my bullet didn’t just kill Alice Grey. It lit a fuse. And now? Hell is on its way. Bring it on.

The words are still ringing in my ears, like they followed me back from the dream. When I finished telling Mira, I saw fear flicker across her face. What is happening to her? Mira thought, her hands tightening around the edge of the tray she had brought. Humans don’t see this. Humans don’t hear this. Humans aren’t chosen by the wolves of prophecy… not like this. Her mind raced, flipping through every story she had ever been told about the Vale bloodline, about the SilverClaw line, about the ancient prophecies whispered among the elders. None of them had ever involved a human. None.

“About Adrian.” My heart stops. “The turning,” Vera says gently. “It’s not permanent. Not completely.” I stare. “What do you mean?” “There’s a cure,” Lucira says. “One cure. The blood of the true mate, willingly given under the Bloodline Eclipse. Royal hybrid blood offered with love can burn the sire bond away forever.” I sit up too fast, head spinning. “You’re saying if I give him my blood during the eclipse…” “He’ll be free,” Vera finishes. “Human again. Or as close as he can get.”

Something that knew— This wasn’t the end. This was the beginning. Her bloodline wasn’t just something she carried. It was something that was waking up. And once it fully did— There would be no going back.

Rhea, dying in a pool of her own blood, had watched the entire scene. A bitter, mocking smile touched her lips. "The Bloodline Recall has a fatal flaw. It automatically stops when the deceased's memories are too traumatic. It stopped when she still had a sliver of hope. Father, do you have any idea what kind of hell she went through after that?" Kaelan was silent, his fists clenched so tightly he forgot Lilith's hand was still in his, nearly crushing her fingers.