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Silver urged and he yanked it off her hand. “Fine”. He groaned as he ripped it out of the pack and brought it out. He held the tip of the condom between his finger and thumb before he placed it over the tip of his cock and struggled to roll. “Well…”. Silver said as she watched him struggle to wear the condom. “If you can't put it on I can wear it for you”.

Not that he was going to spare them, anyway. Silver raised his hands towards the two guards. He pulled on a minimal amount of grace so as not to raise an alarm. He commanded his grace. Both of the guards’ eyes winded in pain and they vomited blood. The guards began to fall to the ground. Before they hit the ground, their bodies floated upwards, along with Silver’s hands, which were gradually moving up. Their bodies finally landed at the top of the cage, making no sound. It was dark so, nobody realised what had happened.

“Who.” I point toward the bathroom without taking my eyes off Sera. “Tranquilizer. Dart gun.” Soryn vanishes. A second later, there’s a wet sound from the bath and a choked gasp. Soryn returns holding the attacker by the collar like he weighs nothing. The man’s mask is ripped off, face bloodied, eyes wide with terror. “Talk,” Soryn says quietly. The man shakes his head violently. “I—I don’t know—”

His accent was entirely different from that of SilverFang, deliberate in the way he pronounced each syllable. "My pursuit of triumph over SilverFang is an undying feat. I apologize if it scares you." His features were sharp, sharper than I remembered, his eyes reflecting gold, and one could easily see the intensity swirling within them, as though his wolf could descend upon me at any moment before I even had the chance to cast a spell. "I'm part of SilverFang. I don't think your apology is sincere, is it?" The man simply snorted a laugh. Exposing his left hand revealed a remote. Upon pressing a button, the MoonBlade pieces, painted in black, removed two pawns from SilverFang's white side.

The whole pack keep silent. ''Now, it's time for blood bonding'' Dexter announced. Two maids brought a bowl and a holy knife along with a small table and placed it on the stage. Dexter took the knife and prayed to the moon goddess. Later, he drew a slit on Jake's palm and did the same to Eva. He joined their hands and tied them with a purple silk ribbon.

“But they’re too quiet. I don’t like it.” The word hung in the air. Ryker’s voice, dry and dangerous, broke the hush: “You’re not meant to.” He crossed his arms, shifting weight. “The Hollow don’t do clean strikes. This was a taste. The next one will tear.” Trixie stepped forward, placing both hands on the cold stone. The scroll from the Ridge was rolled open again across the table, held down at one corner by what looked like a claw—blackened, unnatural: a trophy, a threat. She tapped it with a fingertip. “Trisha held. Barely.” Her tone was flat. “The Hollow left one alive to run.”

Tracy asked. “I need you to collect some things from the storage shed out back and place them where I tell you,” I told her, then listed out what I needed and where to place them. “Take Duncan with you, tell him Luna Twinkle Toes asked him to help you.” She smiled and nodded, slipping away to fetch Ducan. After Abby brought me the things I asked for, I had her go join them as well. Looking around to make sure no one was paying attention to me, I made a little pouch out of the tape and poured the silver shavings inside, then taped it against the back of my left arm. With luck, I wouldn’t need it.

A carved wolf's head with a flute crosswise in its jaws. Eric sniffed the air. "Wolfsbane oil on the door handles." Malcolm's hand went to his concealed dagger. "He's expecting trouble." Before I could knock, the door creaked open. A wizened man with milky eyes stood framed in the gloom, his gnarled fingers curled around a blade made of... Silver. Real silver, not the alloy we used for weapons. Pure enough to kill with a scratch. "Jonas," Seraphina breathed.

Madeline: "Now come on, Accept my rejection so the process is done and the mate bond is severed," Elgin ordered, his hands on his waist. I still had my hand on my chest, clutching my skin tightly. My body began to crouch down, but my head snapped up toward Silver. It looked as if she had been clapping happily before, because her hands were still held together, her fingers pressed against the backs of her hands as if waiting for the next step.

I smiled and shook my head, feeling like myself again. Then Yael pulled out a gift box from behind him. "Check this out. Hope you like it." I did not hold back. I took it and opened it right away. Inside was the Heart of the Ocean, meant for someone truly special. "Last month, I got invited to this jewelry show, and the host just handed this to me. I thought it was perfect for you. Ha! I've been waiting for the right moment to give it to you. If you don't like it, you can just... you know..."