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"What are you talking about?" The other Marcus raised the sword, and the blade caught the light of the crimson moon, throwing shadows that seemed to move with purpose, to reach toward Marcus with grasping fingers. "The First Blood is not merely a title, Marcus. It is a responsibility. A chain that binds you to every ancestor who came before and every descendant who will come after. The Black Fang does not want to kill you. They want to replace you. To wear your skin and walk in your shadow and use your bloodline to open doors that have been sealed since the First Age." "And Elena?" The name emerged before Marcus could stop it, raw and desperate. "What does she have to do with all of this?"

Until now. His eyes opened. Slowly. A smile spread across his face. Not because of the girl's name. Not because of who she was. Because of what she carried. The blood. The old blood. Enough remained that he could feel it. Taste it. Recognize it. The Cantari line. A family that had disappeared before the final war. A bloodline he had never managed to track even in the height of his power. For generations they had hidden. And somehow they had survived.

“He acknowledged you for who you are my dear.” “As a Luna?” “As something far more ancient than that.” Evelyn blinked. “What does that mean?” Aleta handed her a mug of tea and gestured for her to sit. Evelyn obeyed, if only because her legs had started to tremble again. “Fated mates are rare,” Aleta said. “True ones. Not chosen pairings. Not political ties. Not comfort after war. But the kind that calls to your wolf before your mind understands what’s happening.”

"Which part exactly do you want to explain?" "All of it. The whole truth." My mother shifted and the chains clinked against the stone floor. "Your grandmother and I were friends once, many years ago. Before she disappeared without a trace. She told me things about your family bloodline that no one else knew." Tehila stiffened beside me. "What things?" "Your bloodline carries pure Alpha blood going back to the original packs, the founding wolves." My mother's eyes gleamed with something close to reverence. "Undiluted, unbroken, passed down through the female line specifically. Rare but valuable beyond measure."

But now, in this quiet room surrounded by forgotten truths, she couldn’t keep pretending. The dreams were becoming real. And so were the warnings in them. She pulled the book from the shelf and opened it carefully. The pages were delicate, handwritten in thick, swirling script. > “The Noctem line was cursed by the Ancients for defying the pact of blood. Their heir will either destroy them or save the last of their kind. But only if the bond is complete.” Bond. That word again. She didn’t know what it meant—but somehow, it was tied to her. She could feel it in her skin, in her thoughts, in the way her pulse reacted whenever she thought of Lucien.

I wish with all my heart I could have guided you through this journey in person, but fate had other plans for our family. *There are truths I couldn't share while you were younger, burdens too heavy for a child to bear. The Royal bloodlines were never truly extinguished, merely hidden in plain sight. Your mother carried both Lunar and Celestial blood, while my line preserved Terra and Solar heritage. You and Matthias are the culmination of a plan set in motion centuries ago, the reunification of all four Royal lines in preparation for the Great Rebalancing.*

I’m not happy about it either, but I’m also dreading another traumatizing visit to my past. “Before he arrives I think we should take some blood samples from you, Ella.” Henry suggests. “I know the doctors in Moon Valley didn’t find any genetic matches for you, but there’s a chance that we can trace your ancestry by looking at genetic traits which have historically been documented in certain bloodlines. It won’t help us if the inherited genes aren’t expressed through ancestral phenotypes, but certain markers in your DNA might still allow us to draw important connections.” “But surely that would only work if my ancestors come from a bloodline deemed worth documenting.” I object uncertainly. “

"You think I care about the puzzle? I didn’t ask for this chaos. My focus should be on leading my pack, not on babysitting a hybrid with unknown ties!" "Is that what you think it is? Babysitting?" Qwin challenged, her voice rising slightly. "Irwin is the only hybrid connected to our Bloodlines Dorian. You cannot dismiss her so easily." The weight of her words settled heavily in the air. Dorian took a step back, the implications of Qwin’s statement crashing over him like a wave. "What are you saying, Grandmother?" "Yes," Qwin replied, her tone now measured, almost conspiratorial. " You made that decision when you refused full blooded wolf that wanted you."

~ JESSE ~ I shook my head at Maya, but she just stared blandly back at me. “You should be ashamed of yourself,” I said bluntly. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she sniffed. “Now, have you finally gotten the ancestries clear in your head, or will you leave me with another headache, trying to help you straighten them out…?” I groaned—the pack bloodlines were my least favorite subject and I knew her bringing them up now meant she was either punishing me, or distracting me. But it didn’t really matter which it was, because I was submitted.

She blushes and scoots a little closer to me but she sits up just as proudly. The elders seem pleased by this, and unsurprised considering our bloodlines. They nod for me to continue after congratulating us. I tell them the story of where I was, who raised me and who my family was. I also add in the same bits I did with Joe but more assertively about how my brother has turned the Fire River pack into a respectable pack, how I hold no ill will towards my siblings who were children but I do against their parents. They listen quietly but their emotions tell me everything I need to know. They are furious.