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Goliath took one of the smaller ones, and a random stone before returning with the group. "Bloodwood is hard to harvest. It is only possible to do it if you use appropriate Golems. The wood you're going to use will suffice for only two tries for each one. The crystals are extracted from the mine in the south of the village, near the acid swamp. If you need to collect more, feel free to do so, but the village will collect 25% of all of your yield. Pay attention, and Don't waste resources." Goliath's voice sounded cold and a bit harsh, but the critters only stared at him.

Cammie said, "You own them. You live with them. They can't control you if you don't let them." But I couldn't ignore her beating pulse, fully aware of my throbbing razor-edged teeth begging me to bite her, right in the throat where her vein promises worldly pleasure. My head slowly went down to the crook of Cammie's slender neck. Her scent was getting sharper as my nose traced faintly over her smooth skin. Hot saliva flooded my mouth. I could feel her heartbeat against her chest. It made my mind twirl. I just wanted to bury my aching teeth in her vein, drinking her fresh youthful blood to my heart's content. But Cammie still didn't make any effort to stop me.

I lifted it toward a clearing—and saw movement. Figures cloaked in black stood in a circle, chanting low in a language I didn’t understand. In the center, something glowed red—a shard of crystal, bleeding light into the ground. Roman inhaled sharply. “That’s… Bloodstone.” I frowned. “What?” “It’s what they used during the first war to bind spirits. The cult’s trying to summon Nikolai back.” The words hit like thunder. I reached for my blade. “Then we stop them.” Roman’s hand shot out, gripping my arm. “Not yet. There are too many. We need to call reinforcements—”

She stood beside a table with a single object on it. The Bloodstone. Red. Smooth. About the size of my closed fist. This one was different from the vault replica. I felt it from the doorway without trying to. A low steady pull against the Nightshade frequency in my chest, like a current running against the tide, patient and persistent and designed specifically to find what it was looking for. The real one. I crossed the warehouse floor toward her without hurrying and without showing the particular alertness that was running through every sense I had simultaneously.

They may never have a weapon to kill her, but they could find something against her kind. Bloodstones. Maybe they looked like humans, but they were cut out of rocks. Harder, they were than diamonds. To destroy them would require the effort of a fellow bloodstone, or an army of them, and this would involve them reshaping a part of themselves, or the entirety of themselves into a weapon. Susan took to her feet, then she walked up to her bedside table and kept the book on the surface. She turned to Hannah, and arched a brow. “After you,” Susan said.

I should be the only one to touch her. I should be the only one deciding her fate. That fucking bastard, Ulric. His money, once again, won a war between our packs. This is MY fated mated, and he claims her so easily with cash. I scented her when she ran, coffee, pine, and lavender. My stomach growled, and my wolf, Gemini, growled. I wanted to mark her. But Sherry would be furious if I claimed her livestock. I drag her off the stage, hard, ignoring her cries. She stumbles, the chains between her legs rattling.

A few drops of blood dripped into a porcelain dish. Bowen then pulled out a packet of powder and sprinkled it into the dish. Instantly, the blood turned a purplish-black. His brows furrowed deeply. "Veilroot Bloom. This is a poison so rare that it hasn't been seen in a century. It's colorless, odorless, and slow-acting." Shocked and furious, I asked, "Where did this poison even come from?" "The plant grows deep in the mountains, and people generally can't get their hands on it."

"The chains… they're not sufficient. I require the Bloodstone. Kaelen stood transfixed. The Bloodstone. That single relic that could destroy the connection between Miyal and Vosvak. A relic ancient, lost to the ages, rumored to be buried within the depths of the Citadel's repository, guarded by curse and trap that none but the boldest or most fooliswould attempt to find. “You’re asking me to go to the archives? Now?” Kaelen's voice betrayed his disbelief. "The Citadel is crumbling, Alpha. If Vosvak’s presence has spread through the city." "I know," Miyal interrupted, his voice cutting through the air with surprising force. His body twitched, and his breath came in ragged gasps. "But it’s the