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all four boys asked in unison, and something in their voices made Theron take an involuntary step backward. “This isn’t over,” he said, grabbing his bag and backing toward the door. “You think you’ve won something here, but this isn’t over.” “Yeah, it is,” Zane said mildly. “It’s very over.” “And if you ever come back here,” Kael added, his cheerful mask completely gone, “if you ever even think about our mate again, we’ll show you exactly why the Elxra pack is considered the second strongest in the territory.” “We’ll show you why we should be first,” Marcus corrected grimly.

He smirks at me, turning to face me, crossing his arms over his chest. “The mark for death isn’t like a rash, or a mate mark. The mark of death is a taint on the victim’s soul. It corrupts them, so it makes it easier for the guardian to find them and take them out. But the guardian won’t just kill them, the guardian will consume the victim’s soul and will take it back to the one who made the mark. Can I remove it? Yes, I can, but it will come with a cost.” I look at Gaia and she shifts in her seat and Kronos notices it.

"And who you think you are to suggest to me? I am the Moon Goddess and I am the one who gets to decide whether to allow them or not. Anyway, the main reason why Alpha Ace is acting that way is because of his father!" Alpha Conan turned his one hundred percent focus on her, waiting to say the real reason why Alpha Ace keeps on rejecting Sophia. "And what about his father?" Alpha Conan asked in wonder. "I believe you are aware of the ranking system of the wolves. Power, wealth, and connections are three important factors for them to stay in their high ranks. If they failed to maintain any of the aforementioned things, then they would probably rank down until they reached the Omega level. And o

They had no idea what it was. Naturally, some older cultivators were more knowledgeable. They cried out, "General of Soul! That's a sixth-order General of Soul! He's actually a rank-six Imperial Spirit Commander!" Imperial Spirit Commander was an ancient inheritance with a frightening reputation in the Cultivation World. This mysterious and special community of cultivators once shocked the world many years ago with their ability to summon ancient souls to go to war for them. Like Xiao Chen, they could fight Apotheosis Realm cultivators with just a General of Soul.

The Gilbert Group, with Bradley Gilbert at its helm, was a name that sent shivers down the spine of anyone in the city. He was known as the Reaper, a legend among both cops and criminals. "You want me dead?" I asked. "It's a tough job; that's why we came to you," Black Viper said before he then turned to leave. "You've got a month to get ready. Oh, and Bradley's got a lady friend, Rosemary Baker. She's his Achilles' heel."

Julian had spent the morning telling his father that I was a helpless victim of kidnapping, but the mark proved that a choice had been made a soul-binding choice that no force could undo. "The Blood Vow," one of the oldest she-wolves whispered, her eyes wide. "It hasn't been seen in three generations. It requires a true soul-match to take. If they were lying, the magic would have turned their blood to ash" Julian’s face went from pale to a sickly grey. His goal of a legal land transfer was slipping through his fingers in front of the entire pack.

"Get ready, everyone. Three, two, one!" The second she finished counting down, the screen exploded. Donation animations flooded in. Notifications stacked on top of each other. Countless one-dollar tips poured in like a storm. The first three usernames to send theirs were quickly captured and pinned in the chat. Cecilia smiled brightly as she read the first name. "Congratulations to Tyson Steele for becoming our first lucky winner tonight. Tyson, tell us your wish." She initiated a voice call. The person who connected was Tyson. One of the most notorious bullies on campus.

Then the nearest guard laughed, sounding like a pack of crows. So Draven you think your wolves and your boys can walk in and change the world?” he said. “Marcus said keep them in. High treatie and all…we’re just the hands.” My hand found touched my blade. The guard’s laugh died when I drew my steel. The blade in my hand was not just metal; it was a promise. A promise I intended to keep. I did not ask permission. I broke rank, cut through the outer guard, and by the time the angry calls began, I was inside the courtyard. Marcus stood beneath the archway, hands folded, his gaze as dull as old iron.

The words rang louder than the rest, each syllable cold as iron. Kael moved then, stepping in front of her, his presence blocking some of the heat of their stares. His voice was clipped, but it carried a razor edge. “She is not compromised. If the corruption had taken her, we would not be standing here. I saw the tether resist. She fought it.” Councilor Ilyra, the glass-haired woman, sneered. “You defend her because she is yours to train. Your pride blinds you, Kael.” Kael’s gaze sharpened. “I defend her because she fought with more strength than most seasoned reapers would have in her place. If you strip her now, you lose the only link we have to tracking this soul.”

The second I enter the main hall, I see three warriors pinning a struggling man against the floor. The scent hits me immediately. Not from my pack. Rogue. My aura darkens dangerously. The rogue laughs weakly despite blood running from his mouth. “There she is…” he rasps while looking upstairs directly toward Jasmine’s scent. Every instinct inside me becomes lethal instantly. “What do you want with her?” I growl. The rogue grins. Then says the one sentence that makes the entire room freeze. “The cursed Luna belongs to the Shadow Wolves.”