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But Rex had released no scent at all. Only brute force. Twenty years of sharpening one blade's worth of brute force, smashing the greatsword through its skull. "Learn Wildfire." He pulled the sword free. The blade was slick not with blood, but black synthetic fluid. "First learn to take a hit." Silas's Ashen Barrier had spread thick across the mine entrance. This time it wasn't a simple blockade. The ash crept up from the ground—ankle to knee to waist. The artificial Alphas caught within it slowed incrementally, as if submerged in a vat of thickening glue.

Violet said, still struggling to process it. “How did she evade my lie-detecting power?” Mother wondered aloud. “Stop worrying about her. Let’s focus on killing Gabriel once and for all. I know the secret to ending him now,” I told them. “What’s the secret?” Axel asked curiously. “Ashes from his last fallen body, his blood, and a silver knife stabbed directly into his heart,” I muttered. “We have the ashes.” Father darted his gaze toward Gabriel’s body, which had been burned to a crisp. “We have a silver knife, but how do we get his blood?”

Bloodshed. ***

I guess because it was putting up more of a fight. Ash grabbed my shirt on my back and tried flipping me over his head. All he ended up doing was tearing the back of my shirt off. I saw Toni get slashed in the chest. I could feel the searing pain as if it had happened to me. It distracted me enough that Ash was able to loosen my grip. He unlocked my ankles and flipped me over. I landed on my back with a thud. I kept the crystal clutched in my hand. Ash went for the crystal in my hand, realizing what it was for.

The other option was that whoever fired the rifle wasn't experienced, hence the minor wound to their target but still didn't explain why the rifle was left. Lucas moved slowly, eyes dancing over the snow. Something else happened to make the shooter drop their weapon, but what? It was still unclear until he spotted where the blanket of ice had been disturbed. The way it was stamped down and cut up told of the struggle that had happened. Tiny red droplets marred the perfect whiteness like rubies on a blanket. The blood had frozen from the temperature. Gradually they grew bigger until they came to an end at a patch of smeared blood. Lucas crouched down onto his haunches, gloved finger tracing a

He pursed his lips, and cursed under his breath, before closing the warrior's eyes. "Take him away. Ensure he gets a proper burial." Asher ordered, and the guards bowed, picking up the corpse, and carrying him away. "The blade." Asher demanded, and Joshua handed it to him. The slim and sharp surface was covered in drying blood, and the trace of wolfsbane was evident, as the blood took on a greenish, rotting tint. Nonetheless, the hilt is what truly caught the Alpha's attention. It was made of a clear crystal, with only a thin aluminum wire wrapping around it, creating an intricate design. The tip of the hilt itself held a red seal that resembled a bat's wing crossing a full moon.

Cold, black blood sprayed out, but I was already finished firing my gun which is in my left hand, to another monster before the first corpse fell. The field was thick with beasts, the air alive and hellish with their screams. A shadow darted behind me. I turned just in time to parry the slash of a cleaver. I barely registered my opponent-male, shirtless, whiter than snow and drenched in blood-before counterattacking. I nocked my gun on his head then pull the trigger. The monster fell to the ground with a wet smack. "In coming!" I yelled, but even though I screamed at the top of my lungs, I knew the others hadn't heard.

Wardlines flared, sizzling against the ground like lightning chained to earth. Demian spun fire like a dance. Mason was all blade and blood and fury. And Asher— My mate. He stood in the center of it all like a god carved from war. Eyes glowing gold. Hands drenched in black blood. Growling through his teeth as he tore another creature apart with his claws. And for a second, I just stood there. Watching. Shaking. Terrified. I’d seen battle before. But not like this. Not this raw. Not this real.

I replied firmly. "Chill. I'm only trying to see through your lenses." Ash stopped walking and explained. "So.. what's with the knife?" "I just need a tiny bit of your blood to drop on my injury. It has to be mixed together and it would help me experience whatever you experience for a short period of time." He furthered say, and then my palpitating heart calmed. I shot Cruz a glare immediately. "You should have told me that from the very start." Just a little cut, Ash got blood from me and put it on one of the open scratches he had from fighting the bear.

Evenly spaced black lines covered their faces, arms and legs. Ever handed me a matching scrap of lambskin. With an efficiency sadly gained from years of brutal conflict and extensive losses, I quickly settled the garment around my hips and tied it securely in place. Once I was dressed, Asher stepped forward, a small pot cradled in his hands. He lifted the lid. Reaching his fingers into the pot, Ever extracted a thick black substance crafted from tree sap and ash. Settling the small pot on a nearby table, Asher followed suit, coating his fingers with the inky material. Silence weighed heavily in the air as they drew matching stripes along my cheek bones, forehead and chin before making their