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Bodies hit the ground around him, some groaning, and many others unconscious. Then in the distance, the sound of engines roared, till it got closer. Gunfire exploded from outside, tearing through the upper windows of the warehouse, as bullets rained down into the midst of the fight, scattering Blackwood’s wolves. Jace turned in time to see Gabriel and Stephanie walking in through the side entrance, their backup swarming in from behind them. Blackwood used that opportunity to strike, he surged forward with sudden speed, his steps silent despite his size and age. Jace turned to meet him, but it was too late. Blackwood’s hand shot out, striking a precise point at the side of his neck.

“Names being thrown around ... Zac’s, RedMoon’s.” I felt my hands grow colder. Zac. The word tasted like ash and old blood. He should be dead...those nights, the fight...but men die messily in our world. His name being used as a banner meant someone was rallying against us. It was never just a whisper; it was a call to arms. “Who’s listening?” I asked. Rowan spread a map on the table with tokens marking territories. “Three small packs on the eastern ridge, and...” He hesitated. “And the Blackwater coalition is asking questions. They’ve got old grudges. They’ve been in the shadows since Zac fell.”

Dad grabbed the nurse, throwing her out of the room alongside himself. "Well-done, Emily, you have accomplished your mission." A sinister scent emerged, a wicked laugh echoing across the room. The once blue sky was now a mixture of black and white with the moon reflecting its radiant image. Wails filled the air as a ray of light fell from the sky, hitting a mountain on the other side of town. I groaned, wincing as my hand was scorched by the flaming book. The pages settled, words in red appearing on the pages. "Strigoi, Nosferatu, Jiangshi…"

I eye the seat for a while before easing my guard just a little bit and sitting on it. “My grandfather, Alpha Kael Vance, and Damian Blackwaters, Allister Blackwaters’ grandfather, were once inseparable allies, brothers in everything except blood. Until the Hollow war.” “What’s the Hollow War?” “A brutal war that broke out near the southern territories after wolves began disappearing mysteriously in large numbers. An entire site was found with wolves mutilated and covered in strange black markings.”

Then, we offered wine, flowers, and meat. The prayer vigil turned out to be a thanksgiving prayer. The whole of the Black Water Pack came to join us when they heard the good news - their Alpha, Beta, and Gamma, along with the rest of the warriors came back unscathed. They were rejoicing, dancing in glee at this fortuitous moment.

, Richard was grinning at my father. “You know this is a battle of bloodline, long before yours betrayed mine and now I’m betraying yours, all planned out, everything is destined to happen, I hope you rot in hell dear friend along with the rest of your family”, and with those words Richard blinked for a second and my father caught fire, he started burning alive right in front of my eyes, he was screaming, crying, sobbing, begging for Richard to stop and so was I, I wasn’t brave enough to see my father burning alive, I was helpless and it was making me frustrated, I felt like dying along with my father in that fire because despite my efforts I was still not able to harm a single hair on Richa

Our warriors, inspired by our arrival, fought with renewed vigor. Sensing defeat, the brown wolf roared in frustration. He gave me one more angry glare before turning to run into the underbrush, his load trailing behind him in a confused retreat. We gave up on it. We were worn out, bruised, and beaten. The blood and hair on the woodland floor made for a gory picture. However, we won. Callista collapsed beside me, her breath coming in ragged gasps and murmurs. We leaned against each other, the weight of the battle slowly lifting. We had faced a monstrous black wolf and a rival pack and emerged victorious.

And what is happening in there town? They don't understand at all, and why this horrible act is happening in their town? All of them stood there stretching there head in confusion; trying to figure out why people are dying, and who is responsible for this terrible action, from that day forward they called it BLOODY DAY! To me, this is a big mystery that can't never be solved. ( This Story continued) ATTENTION READERS: This book have different series book 2-9

Hexton slides his hands into the pockets of his slacks and slowly walks over to Whiro; each step announcing his authority as his shiny loafers tap against the tiled floor. “Blackheart was calculating and patient. She let many of you put yourselves in danger and then very brilliantly got herself to safety. You spent fifteen minutes fighting with a door and nearly lost a leg for your efforts. If you were in the crowd, who would you be rooting for? The smart competitor who plays the game well or the clown who stumbles his way to victory on sheer dumb luck?” He asks, staring Whiro down with a hard and callous look in his eyes. I swear Whiro almost gulps.

Her eyes closed as she prayed to the moon goddess, asking for her grandfather's protection in the upcoming battle. Both Phoenix and Blackjack were still at the battle the struggle was becoming horrifying with blood all over their furs; it seems that this battle will soon become a blood bath. Considering the immense hatred that had accumulated between the two wolves. Regardless of the circumstances, Phoenix remains determined to kill Blackjack. With the intention of biting his neck, Phoenix was about to deliver the final blow. Blackjack first clawed Phoenix's face, then latched onto and bit his front paw. Phoenix let out a howl as Blackjack bit down harder, and when he let go, the taste of b