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Whispered voices filled the air, faint and echoing, too strange to understand but enough to send chills down my spine. Ash lifted his hand. His nails darkened, lengthened, curved—like demonic blades born from darkness itself. “Don’t move,” he ordered quietly. His hand took mine. He didn’t rush it, like this moment had to be felt fully. His fingers were cold but steady as he opened my palm and gently pressed it down on the glowing symbol beneath us. With a quick, sharp motion, his demonic nail sliced my skin. The sting spread immediately, but somehow it wasn’t as bad as I’d expected. My blood trickled out slow, warm and red, dripping onto the floor before Ash bent down.

Ash nodded and stepped aside, although I could feel his and Calvel's eyes on me as I entered Charon's cell. The bastard looked at me with his cold, gray eyes, and I could hear the muffled by the gag snarl. I sucked in a deep breath and fixed my eyes on his carotid artery. I reached for the small pouch I had in my pocket. Then I opened the pouch and dipped the blade in it. When I took the blade out, it was covered with a thin dust of silver and sacred tree ash.

I turned around and threw the candle at his fur causing him to release me instantly as fire was quick to catch on his furs wherever it was covered with liquor. Whimper mixed with growls fills the room as the Alpha attempts to cool down the fire off himself. I move further away from him and rush to the kitchen where my eyes land on the stash of liquor bottles. Grabbing two of them, I open it with my teeth and rush back outside. Nikona's wolf halts the moment his glowing eyes lands on me and flicks to the bottles.I swear the shift of horror flashing in his eyes really sent a pinch of joy to my scarred soul.

POV: Ash Ryder "Get out of my way, you mindless filth, or I’ll paint this ice with whatever rot you have for blood!" Ash’s voice was no longer the steady, commanding baritone of the Silverfang Alpha. It was a jagged, raw snarl that vibrated with a terrifying lack of restraint. He lunged forward, his silver dagger flashing in a lethal arc as it sank into the neck of a Shadow-beast. The creature, a twisted mass of smoke and elongated bone, didn't even have time to hiss before Ash ripped the blade sideways, decapitating it with a spray of violet ichor that sizzled against the frozen ground.

He looks up surprised, and smiles at me. Distracted, I look to my left, but not in time. I see Xavier smile, as he takes aim. He fires, but I duck just in time. I run from my spot, and head towards the forest. I take cover behind a tree, as bullets continue to fly in my direction. I run down the ravine, and spin backwards, waiting for Xavier to find me. I watch Xavier come flying through the trees. He notices me, but it's too late. I take aim, and fire at him. Multiple orange spots hitting him at once. He raises his hands in surrender, and I run back from the forest to the range. I stand behind a wooden barricade, listening for any foreign sounds. I can hear the sound of someone scurrying ne

But she wasn’t exactly sure how. It started small. Flickering lights when she was angry. A crack spidering across the kitchen window when her mom screamed at her for not moving on already. Then there was the dream. It felt real. Too real. She was standing in a forest of ash trees. Everything was grey; the sky, ground, even the wind. Then she looked down and saw something glow on her skin. A mark. Twisting vines circling her arm, pulsing like it had a heartbeat of its own.

A human, at least. I wring my palms, they felt sandy. I opened my palms, looking into them. They were covered in ash. My arms. My fucking body. “Oh no.” I tried rubbing it off, scrubbing them off with the back of my wrist. It was as though they were glued to my skin. I'm scrubbing them off more. More. I want to rip the top of my skin off. Tears welled from deep inside and coursed down my cheeks. Hot tears.

I whispered, a cold, elegant smile spreading across my lips. ‎ ‎I raised my right hand toward the sky, opening my palm to show the silver star-shaped scar of the Blood Oath. I didn't reach into my own chest for the light; I reached directly into the mountain beneath my feet, pulling on the thousands of vials of Ashford Essence we had unlocked in the vault below. ‎ ‎The ground didn't shake—it ignited. ‎

I lunged at him, our swords clashing and flying in different directions, leaving us with our teeth and claws as weapons. I lunged at him again, my jaws closing around his neck. With a savage twist, I bit deep, feeling the crunch of bone beneath my teeth. His body went limp, and I flung him aside, his blood staining the ground. It was easier than I thought. My body was soaked in blood, including Asher’s. The battlefield fell silent as the Shadowclaw pack retreated, their leader’s injury shattering their resolve. I stood amidst the carnage, my breath coming in ragged gasps.

Toward. Toward Ash. Toward Cove. Toward the kid about to explode. “Mother!” Wrath shouts. “Don’t!” I hit the vines. They don’t grab me. They part. First Blood knows First Blood. Ash is on her knees. Burning. Cove is on his. Smoking. Vines connecting them. Feeding. Killing both. I drop between them. Bone knife’s in my hand. Again. Always. “Stop,” I tell them. To Cove. To Ash. To the Tree. “Both of you. Stop.”