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“Now and then, the need for new Alpha bloodlines arises, so new packs can form. Bloodlines won’t get mixed up, and all that messiness.” “In the past four hundred years, we have been able to account for three new bloodlines.” Musu raises three fingers to drive her point home. “We believe that the origins of those bloodlines have come from sigma wolves who bear this special mark.” The paper’s Dad is holding fall forgotten to the floor. “You think our granddaughter is going to give birth to a new Alpha bloodline?” “Oh my Goddess.” Mom stands up and pulls Orli close to her. “And you didn’t tell us sooner? We need to protect her!”

Dad was giving me so much at once. "OK, is there anything else I should know about Gideon and his family?" I honestly didn't know if I could take any more reveals, but I had to ask. "Not that I am aware of. I know the Alois bloodline is also incredibly old, but it's not as pure as ours. So if there are any secrets, he will have to tell you I do not know." He leans back on the sofa, relaxing a bit. It's so much to process. "What about our wolf spirit? What does this sacred bloodline mean for them?" I was hoping to get some insight on if we could fix Inari's ability to shift.

Old blood-magic, the kind that predates the current pack system, that goes back to when the Ashwood line was one of three foundational bloodlines on the continent and the rules about what was and wasn't permitted in working with inherited power were significantly less codified. "She was looking for a way to step into another wolf's bloodline," Jade said. "Specifically the Alpha inheritance line. If you could insert yourself into a bloodline's living record, you'd have a legitimate ancestral claim to the seat. Not a challenge. Not a coup. An inheritance." "That's not possible," I said.

It didn’t even start with our parents. The records went further, decades further, showing people who looked like us, people who had facial similarities to us. This place had entire bloodlines mapped out like blueprints. It showed generations observed and catalogued like subjects, like parts of a project waiting for the right combination, the right era, the right moment. This wasn’t the rise of a villain. This wasn’t random. This was a bloodline strategy. It was something designed long before we ever breathed. A long game that had been waiting for us since before our parents met, way before our grandparents even came into existence.

His response was to crush my fingers underfoot and hiss, "If you hadn't been so greedy for the inheritance, Ethan and the others wouldn't have gone out that night, and they wouldn't have died in that crash! "I've put up with you all this time just to see you pay for what you've done to Ethan and the rest!" In the end, Dad beat me to death. My body was contorted into a terracotta figure, eternally bowing down at the graves of my half-siblings. As I remembered the pain from my last moments in that previous life, I clenched my fists.

A flicker of memory in the creature’s burning eyes. It wasn’t just a threat. It was tied to my lineage. A vision hit me suddenly flashes of my ancestors, battles fought centuries ago, guardians sworn to protect the Blood Heir. My bloodline was not just noble… it was the key to controlling the most ancient forces of the Lycan world. Theodore’s voice cut through the vision. “Kiara… you’re seeing it! Use it!” I channeled everything I had the ancestral power, the Blood Heir bond, the wolf inside me. Silver energy pulsed violently, merging with Theodore’s golden aura. Together, we surged forward.

Like a stone weighing heavily on me. "The cursed Bloodline? The ones that threatened the royal family, my ancestors?" I asked, trying to be sure we're on the same page. He nodded, "Exactly!" But he still did not lift his head from the book in front of his eyes. "Aren't they supposed to be like... Extinct? According to history, my grandfather killed them before they could even harm anyone from our bloodline." "Yet they managed to make their way into your sister’s and father’s dreams to avenge the death caused by your ancestors. And now, your their next target."

The two pupils in Wang Ji's eyes changed color from black to reddish-orange with the shape of a blazing flame. “Brother Zhou, Bloodline is a term for someone who still has the bloodline of a clan. As we know, a group is called a Clan because they share the same bloodline. A Blood Line will allow someone to have certain abilities without going through a training process. Yes, because this ability just flows in their bloodstream.”

"This mark is no accident decoration. It's a birthright." His fingers were hot on my skin, causing shivers down my spine unrelated to the cold of the morning air. "My grandmother's eyes were the same as yours," he continued, his voice low and close to a whisper. "She shared with me stories of the old bloodlines. The royal families that ruled prior to the packs dividing into territories." Royal bloodlines. The words should have sounded ridiculous. Yet they seemed to hum somewhere deep in my chest, as a recollection of something I'd once possessed.

He cleared his throat, turned toward me with the slow deliberateness of a man who has made a decision about how much to give, and began. "The Eucharist bloodline is rare in a way that most wolves have stopped understanding the word rare," he said. "It does not surface in every generation or every century, perhaps once in a hundred thousand years, and when it does, it comes with a cost. It has always come with a cost." His eyes found mine and held them. "The five packs that carry the oldest claim to that history are the Silver Fang, the River Moon, the Black Moon, the Celestial, and the Blood Moon. These are the packs considered strong enough to ascend, when ascension is even possible at all.