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“Anyone who messes with the Holiness will be done in by the bloody dagger that stinks with poison. Think about how painful it will be when the poison terrorizes your wound.” Puk! He plunged the dagger into First’s stomach this time. His eyes had no remorse nor regret, only satisfaction.

All of them fall on the floor breaking the glass and splashing the water in the place in front of the bed. Right now, the only thing I can see is the pieces of glass on the floor. Yes, that’s the sharpest thing I can see right now, the glass. I quickly pick up one of them and usher the sharpest blade on my wrist to cut off the nerve. This isn’t the first time, I have tried to do this. I have done it couple of times before. That incident caused me to do it. I had promised to myself that I am never going to do that again in my life after my second attempt. I had thought that I have already come over it and that thing would never happen ever in my life.

That first kill will always stay with me. The wolf standing across from me snaps his teeth at me, challenging me to make the first move. I wait. I want him to be anxious and make a mistake. And he finally does. He hesitates briefly. He goes to lunge, but hesitates for just a moment, remembering what I did to his friends just moments before. Then he commits to lunge at me, but I already anticipate the maneuver. I shoot up onto my hind legs and tower over his wolf. My front claws are in the air, lining up with his wolf’s exposed abdomen as he attempts to land on me. I dig my claws into his chest, then slowly lower down, digging my claws in deeper and deeper as they slide down his torso. His wo

Mateo gave them a knife each. “First blood wins,” he announced. Each of them took a stand opposite the other. Cheers roared as the steel clashed. Both of them were determined to win. The fight went on for minutes with no bloodshed. Everyone was watching with rapt attention. Just when everyone thought no one was going to win, one of them managed to slip his knife into the other opponent’s cut, not too deeply, and blood hit the floor. The first blood. Everyone roared in approval. The winner was lifted on the shoulders like a champion.

And with that, clarity hit — hard and final. This wasn’t damage control. This was the opening shot of a war. And someone else just fired the first round.

I add with shock, and a knowing half smile, making it clear I know exactly what went down that night, and his eyebrow twitches. “About that....” I start, wanting to apologize for how I erupted, even though he made me believe it by being an ass, but he lifts a hand and hushes me. “It was dead before I touched it…. A knife to the skull will do that. You should go for the heart, throat, or head anytime you get a chance. All three kill them.” Of course it was… not. Deflecting again.

My anger rise to another point and all I could think of was to rip him apart. I felt my claws elongate and I claw at his chest, drawing blood, the sight shocking me. I paused midway, my eyes wide and panting as I stare down at the damage I have caused him. Alex moved his head slightly to stare back at me, amused. “What happened? Why did you stop?” I stumbled away from him and back on my feet. Alex spat and got back up, slowly taking steps towards me. “Rule number one: never leave a good kill halfway or it will cause you, your life”

I hated it. The next wave starts, and I grin, this time prepared for their attack. I watched each wolf carefully, waiting to see who would go first. It seemed like everyone’s patience is wearing thin. The first one to make a move is the black wolf to my left. He leaps at me, his body high in the sky and I drop to my knees, my throwing knife cutting deep into his belly. He hits the ground dead, black blood pooling around his corpse.

Her words keep echoing in my skull. I don’t know if I can survive you. I’ve been shot. Stabbed. Beaten to the edge of death. Nothing has ever cut me deeper than that single sentence. Because it is the one wound I cannot fight my way out of.

And indeed, he did. He took out a fruit knife from somewhere, raised it high, and thrust it toward my chest. "Rachel, you used me! You deserve to die!" It happened in an instant, and I could only try to move my body out of the way. The blade pierced my shoulder, causing excruciating pain that drained the color from my face. Household servants rushed out, shouting, "There's a murder! There's a murder!" Lucas was startled, staring blankly at my wound, blood splattering on his face.