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A low growl vibrated my chest as I smirked coldly. “You talk too much for someone about to die, Hale.” His eyes flashed crimson as he lunged. Steel met claw in a shower of sparks as our first strike collided, the impact cracking the ground beneath our feet. Power slammed into me, fast and vicious, but I tackled the blow, my boots digging into earth that had sworn loyalty to my bloodline. Warg snarled inside my hide. “Hale is strong. Good! I don't like weak opponents!” As he attacked again, I twisted, deflecting his blade and slamming my elbow into his ribs. He flew back several steps, skidding through dirt, laughter spilling from his lips even as bones cracked.

"They aren't here!" Suddenly, the frantic scraping of our search was violently interrupted. It started low, a deep, chest-rattling vibration that seemed to shake the very floorboards beneath our feet. Then, it erupted. It wasn't the high-pitched, raspy screech of a human zombie. It was a massive, thunderous, bone-chilling howl that tore through the night sky just outside the walls of the lodge. It was a werewolf’s roar, but it was distorted, gurgling with wet, corrupted rage, carrying an alpha’s terrifying authority twisted by the black sickness.

Yes-you-did Hailstorm _________________________________________________________________________ TO: LiamTaylor@Ravenwood.com FROM: CodyRavens@Ravenwood.com SUBJECT: Human territory _________________________________________________________________________ Liam Rumours have spread that the Hemsworth pack is now attacking the human population based next to the warrior territory. Think they want to send a message or something. Please will you ensure that you place warriors in that perimeter? There is no need for innocent bloodshed Regards Alpha Ravens _________________________________________________________________________ RESPONSE TO FROM: LiamTaylor@Ravenwood.com

The crowd was in awe just like me. The elder cleared his throat and then took a silver dagger with moon stones imbedded in the handle and sleeve. It had an intricate historical design. “Do you Scarlet Silvermane Swear to guide the Alpha if he goes down the wrong path?” “I do” “Do you swear to not use any of your powers for evil but only for the good of the pack” “I do” “And do you swear to fulfill your duties as Luna to this pack?” “I do” “If anyone is against having Scarlet Bloodmoon as your Luna please rise?”

He spread his arms wide, a bitter laugh escaping him. "What else am I still missing, huh?" “That two of Eamon's men are currently within the pack territory?” I downed the rest of my whiskey in one smooth motion. Hunter's eyes widened for a fraction of a second before he groaned, tipping his head back and downing his drink in one swift motion. The empty glass landed on the piano with a dull thud. "You good now?" I asked, arching an eyebrow. Hunter exhaled sharply, rolling his shoulders. “Better,” he muttered, turning to face me fully. “What’s the plan?”

That silent exchange mattered more than any declaration I could make here. The council deliberated quietly for a moment, exchanging glances. Finally, Halvern spoke. “You will return to Ravenwood. Movement outside your designated territory will be restricted. All contact with Thorncrest will require prior approval.” “Noted,” I said. “And your expectations of silence? I will abide where words would harm.” The chamber was quiet for a long moment, the air heavy with unspoken questions and the weight of authority challenged. Then Myra dismissed us with a single nod, the closest she would come to acknowledgment.

Because they were the same ones that had haunted his dreams. Rael whispered the name like a curse. “The Hollow Stalker.” Bram swore. “That sounds like something we should be running from.” The creature let out a deep, rumbling growl that vibrated through the ground. Then, it charged. Elior barely had time to move before the beast lunged, its claws shredding through the space where he had just stood. Freya rolled beneath it, slicing at its legs, but her daggers barely scratched its thick hide. Sienna unleashed a blast of fire—only for the flames to be swallowed by the shadows surrounding the creature.

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”

Aveo's POV I could not believe that the first man I set my eyes on when coming to the ceremony was my mate, Lucian, the Alpha's son. I loved it as I had a mate to be identified with, but what about Helwa? We had grown to fall for each other and I could not break his heart. But if my father finds out that Lucian was my mate, he may force me to say yes to him when he chooses me at the mated ceremony. Nature had its way of playing with people's emotions. Lucian's POV Immediately after Aveo left, I saw Sazia running to me with a full smile. I tried to turn away so it may look like I did not see her but she was already close, and she grabbed hold of my hands.

Mom said. I was getting into the vehicle, and Mama went inside when my phone rang. Mom stopped walking and looked at me, so I closed the car door again. I immediately answered the phone when Marco called. "Dude..." "Glad you're still awake. Anyway, I already knew the name of the foundation." "Really? What's the name?" "L0V3 Foundation comprises the letter L, the number 0, V, and the number 3. The founder might be your relative. Minerva Winchell. Do you know her?"