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or the baby. My fangs sink deep into the next hell hound’s neck, driven by the fury of these unbearable thoughts.

Nathan's feet were becoming renewed, his nails coming back as newly pedicured and the decayed part was fallen off. “He is now conscious, but he needs blood of large quantity, that would boost his energy to be revived back," the elder said to me, I folded my arms invisible to the outside world but to my members, they saw my squeezed aggressive face. “How would we get a large quantity of blood from? Would a pure deer serve the purpose?” I asked, worried and tensed, this was the only opportunity to get Scarlett, I dare not miss the opportunity. "A dog that knows how to hunt would be used," he replied after a few minutes of thinking.

My paws hit the ground hard as I pick up speed, following the scent of smoke and blood and Silverfang wolves. The anger burning in my chest is so intense that I can barely think straight. I break through the trees at the eastern border and see them. Five Silverfang wolves are circling around old man Henry, one of our elderly pack members. There's blood on the ground and Henry is injured, trying to defend himself but losing. I launch myself at the nearest Silverfang, sinking my teeth into his shoulder and taking him down hard. He yelps and tries to throw me off but I hold on, shaking my head violently until I taste blood.

And still, the bond throbbed, a constant pulse of fire in my chest. One of the Shadow Fangs, larger than the others, lunged at me with reckless force. I sidestepped, pivoting on powerful haunches, and struck him down with precision, crushing his chest with the weight of my shoulder and sinking my teeth into the exposed flesh. My wolf howled with triumph, but I forced him to stay silent, to obey my control.

There is a forest at the top that stretches for miles around and single road that allows access to the clifftop, once we reach it, we head up. At the top, Drake turns toward the tree line and then several feet into the forest, he slows and parks. Fang is breathing hard, but he is fine and still has energy to jump around us. I scratch his ears and disconnect his lead, but out here he needs his collar, it's black and stands out against his white fur. I had it made with small silver spikes and it gives him a tough ‘don't touch me’ vibe. As if his size wouldn't do that alone, but hunters see size as a prize.

Then Thorne stepped forward. "Alpha." His voice was careful. "The tracker is gone. But we don't need magic to find her." Sterling's eyes narrowed. "Explain." "We have her blood." Sterling froze. Thorne continued, gaining confidence. "Eighteen years of that half-breed scrubbing our floors. Eighteen years of her bleeding on them. The packhouse is soaked in her DNA. We don't need a magical tracker. We need bloodhounds. Real ones." A slow smile spread across Sterling's face.

“Eve, that's blood!!” I didn't hesitate, or think twice. The doctor was still busy loading the syringe and I knew this was my opportunity to quench this mad hunger. Unleashing all the power I had left, I pushed his hand off and went for it, dipping my teeth or even fangs into his neck, I drew in as much blood as I wanted to quench my thirst. He pulled me off. “Calm down girl…”

No hound on this earth could naturally grow this big. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a black hound with a foaming mouth launch itself at me. It sank its teeth into my leg and shook its head back and forth viciously, and Elena and I screamed together in pain. Elena bit into the hound’s neck and pulled away with furious strength. I saw the dog’s body tear away, but its hideous head still clamped its teeth shut over my leg. With a roar, Elena wrenched its jaws apart until it splattered apart like rotten fruit.

But Darian’s calm never broke. In fact… He began to laugh softly. “So it’s real.” The rumors. The prophecy. The Blood Alpha heir. He reached into his coat slowly and pulled out a small silver whistle. The symbol of the Black Fang Pack was engraved along its surface. Darian lifted it to his lips. And blew. The sound cut sharply through the battlefield. Immediately the remaining Black Fang wolves snapped back to attention. A massive wolf stepped forward from the enemy ranks. Larger than the others. More powerful.

Power surged, eager and restrained only by will. I backed away from the window. “I don’t want this.” You survived without wanting it, my wolf replied. You’ll survive with it. A scream echoed down the corridor distant but sharp. Then another. My head snapped up. My wolf surged forward, alert and hungry. I smelled blood fresh, coppery, wrong. The door burst open. Mara stumbled inside, a gash across her arm, blood soaking her sleeve. “Stay back,” she barked then froze when she saw my face.