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“Trust will come in time, but guard yourself, Amelia. And don’t forget where your loyalties lie.” The weight of his words settled over me like a shroud. I nodded, swallowing hard. “Thank you, Alpha. For everything—for saving me, for giving me a family and a home when you didn’t have to.” He looked at me then, a softness breaking through his usual stern demeanor. “I only did what was right, Amelia. But…” He paused, reaching into his pocket. “I do have one last thing for you.” He opened his hand to reveal a small, silver pendant—a delicate, intricate design of vines intertwined around a blood-red stone that glimmered faintly in the dim light. Something about it tugged at my heart, a strange se

Taking it into my own adrenaline fuelled, trembling hands, I see what it is—a bronze amulet depicting the phases of the moon. “It will shield you from prying eyes and those who mean you harm. You will be able to travel unseen and leave no trace of yourself where you tread.” She takes the amulet from my hand, stands on the tips of her toes, and places it around my neck. Her fingers bush against my skin and a trickle of raw energy flows into me. I remember why I had been distancing myself from my only real friend.

The process was complex and dangerous, requiring a deep understanding of the dark magic involved. But Harrion was nothing if not meticulous. He spent years perfecting the ritual, testing the amulet’s power, and refining the drug. Finally, after countless trials, he succeeded. The Bloodstone Amulet may not be whole, only a fragment, a small part of the whole, whose other pieces were scattered around the lands and seas, its surface glowed with a faint red light, its power pulsing. With the amulet around his neck, Harrion could feel the connection it created between him and the puppets that would soon fall under his control.

I knew I had to find it. I devoured the passage, my heart racing with excitement, as the words danced across the page like embers sparking a fire. The Moonstone Amulet, a treasured relic forged by an ancient werewolf pack, beckoned me to uncover its secrets. According to the dusty tome, the amulet slumbered in a hidden lair, veiled by potent spells and enchantments. I was determined to find it, but the trail was shrouded in mystery. As the first light of dawn crept over the horizon, I stumbled upon a cryptic message that read: "Where the moon dips into the earth, seek the guardian of the pack." The enigmatic words resonated deep within me, and I knew I had to embark on this perilous quest.

We moved cautiously, aware that any misstep could be fatal. Finally, after what felt like hours of navigating the labyrinthine tunnels, we found it—a small chamber bathed in an eerie blue light. In the center, on a stone pedestal, rested the Amulet of Fenrir. I stepped forward, my heart pounding. The amulet seemed to pulse with a life of its own, resonating with the energy around it. As I reached out to take it, a sense of foreboding washed over me. Suddenly, the ground trembled, and a deafening roar echoed through the chamber. From the shadows emerged a colossal figure, a guardian of the amulet, its eyes glowing with a malevolent light.

He flipped through some pages until he came to a photograph of this same type of amulet. “This is a sacred amulet that is worn by a lineage of powerful shifters. The power is passed down through the she-wolves. Said power varies from she-wolf to she-wolf, but the amulet is used to funnel those powers while protecting them at the same time,” he explained to her. Brynn was obviously unsure what to make of his explanation. I could tell that she was trying to work it out like a puzzle. He flipped through some more pages before he got to the one he wanted.

Inside the engraved curvilinear triangle, one could make out two images of a howling wolf and above them, the moon was in full form. Alric cautiously opened the box and picked out an amulet with striking features belonging to the Valmore bloodline. At the centermost, an ellipse-shaped gem glowed in amber gold, like most of the eyes of the Alphas in their pack, except this one belonged to Alric’s great grandfather.

I’d half-read most of the words, skimming through them to find out what each sigil meant, and the lore behind the amulets, idols, and talismans it depicted. I leant forward in my chair. Slowly, I traced my finger along the edge of the drawing, marking out the distinct, rough-edged lines of the stone. It had been shaded with rudimentary cross-hatching, but it looked similar to the crystal necklace Cyrus had given me. Shuffling closer, I began to read in earnest.

Its cover bore a sigil she recognized from his ring a crescent moon entwined with a wolf’s head. She nodded obediently, but curiosity clawed at her like an itch under the skin. When he left the room, she stared at the red book until the shadows grew long. Then, unable to resist, she touched the cover. The leather pulsed beneath her fingers alive. The latch came undone with a soft click. Inside, the pages were filled with hand-drawn diagrams of moons, human anatomy, and wolves mid-shift bones cracking, bodies half-transformed. Beneath one sketch was a name scrawled in ink:

The Lorths' magic was distinct in that it required them to tear a page from a book and repeat the incantation in order for it to work. Only beginners had to bring their scriptures to a fight, according to Nelanian. Yulcite mages who had mastered Religion magic had mastered their scriptures and did not need to carry them to a fight. The quality of a Lorth's grimoire, on the other hand, may be used to rank them. Grimoires with soft covers showed that the mage was still a novice, while those with finer covers, such as leather or embellished covers with gems and gold, showed that the magician was at a higher level. When Nelanian saw the brilliant ruby on the grimoire's cover, he knew he couldn't