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I mentioned, then, I thumbed up at him. “I was just reserving this trump card of mine, but now, there’s no holding back anymore. It’s now the perfect time to test the might of this Zodiac Union,” he uttered. I nodded at him. Then, I guess this is also a rampage for us. There is no stopping me now. I called my celestial weapon too and transformed it into a black katana, a Japanese kind of sword I used to see on animes and I coated with a condensed dark energy coming Mammon.

He said, “Is Black Nergal losing its members? Haven’t you given up on this so-called dream of yours by now?” Adrian was not acquainted with Lonewolf but he could tell that Lonewolf was from Black Nergal from the battle suit he was wearing. Black Nergal was Adrian’s old enemy so he was no stranger to their battle suit. On the other hand, Lonewolf’s gaze turned ferocious and pointed at Adrian. “You killed my father. So today, I’m going to kill you. I want the world to know that I am unparalleled in this world. “You’re just an ant under my foot—a worm in my palm—that could not amount to anything useful!”

“Which is why I’m calling you now. I have absolute, irrefutable proof of Logan’s change. Not just the scent, not just the energy—but video confirmation of his partial shift in the public training facility, captured moments before you had him whisked away. I also have evidence confirming the bite and the Mate Bond. This evidence is already stored on three independent servers in three different countries. You move against me, Damian, and I expose Logan Cross—the All-American hockey star—as a blood-crazed monster.” The blackmail was clear, simple, and devastating. The exposure of Logan would not just compromise the Blackwell Pack; it would shatter the veil of secrecy for all packs, inviting the

Elara stood near the western pillar, hands folded, face carefully neutral. She didn’t look neutral inside. I could feel her. The bond stirred uneasily as Ronan stepped forward. “Alpha Ronan of Blackthorn,” the eldest councilor intoned. “You stand accused of withholding critical information regarding an Omega under your claim.” Ronan didn’t bow. “I withheld nothing that threatened the packs,” he replied. A snort echoed through the chamber. “She killed two wolves,” another elder snapped. “One in a feast hall. One during an attempted assassination. You call that nothing?”

“So, is this the other reason for your visit? You would rather have me, not an arranged one.” “No offence to your cousins, but I’d rather have the OG black widow. She knows what I’m like, what I like and knows how to keep up, plus I know how deadly she can be. She may not want to be in the life, but she would make a perfect Donna.” He says, flashing an all-knowing smirk, making me roll my eyes and smile. His expression changes to a serious one. “Eva, it may be time to let everyone know. I know your uncle was a nasty motherfucker and all that, but…”

Then he unsheathed his weapon, a sword unlike any I’d seen before. Its steel was dark, almost black, and from its blade coiled tendrils of smoke, inky and alive, as though it breathed, enchanted, surely. I didn’t know if the others saw what I did, but to my eyes, it pulsed with a forbidden magic. The duel began. Alpha Thorne attacked first, striking with the fury of a pack leader defending his people. His movements were sharp. But Xareth barely lifted his blade. He sidestepped each strike with effortless grace, like a predator toying with prey. His expression never changed, very calm. And that calm was more terrifying than rage.

It is far safer dealing with an Alpha who possesses a sense of honor than a mindless monster who slaughter without cause. However, every tiny shred of relief I feel, along with the fragile spark of respect I had begun to foster for Gali Blackmoor, completely evaporates into ash the very next morning. Because Lionel Blackmoor is dead. Lionel, the arrogant, spoiled only son of Lady Allegra, was found lifeless at the crack of dawn inside the dark quarters of the Military Courtyard. The whispers spreading through the pack links claim his wolf core collapsed entirely from a lethal dose of forbidden shadow-dust.

I felt both his anger and grief as he glanced back at me and I felt him and heard him speak through our mind link, “Stay there, Cassandra. This man is already dead.” I glared at him, [I want his head] I snarled, my whole body trembling. Craving for blood. [As you wish, my Queen…] Hunter murmured and his focus went to Carter, who realized that it was too late for him to escape. Both of them stood in one place, claws digging deep into the dirt, ready to tear each other’s neck open. I could tell that Carter was careful with Hunter. He still had no idea how strong the former Alpha of the Black Haw was. But because of the injuries he got from me and my Dad, he should be bleeding non-stop.

I sharply asked. Growls stopped, they looked at me like I said something they’ve never heard before. “We don’t have that kind.” He moves forward which makes me and Rendall brace ourselves for an incoming fight. “I am thinking of who to kill first but black and grey ones volunteered,” Rendall said and nudge my back using his shoulder as a signal to attack. I quickly get my dart and throw it at the werewolf beside me, and then the monsters started to counter. I pulled out the spear on the werewolf in front of me and throw it to the one that is behind Rendall. I immediately pulled out the knife behind my leg and throw it at the werewolf attacking in front.

He has had a partner more than ten times. “We're almost there. Black Land’s pack mansion is not far from this border.” My father's sentence certainly raised a thousand questions. "What do you mean, Dad? We are coming to the Black Land mansion?” "Yes, the partner I have prepared for you is Alpha Ferdinand, leader of Black Land." Like getting lightning in broad daylight, my body suddenly felt weak. What was my father thinking? Not only scary, Black Land is a pack of Lycans. I don't want my body to be destroyed to become his partner.