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Whatever they call them that. I still need ice hockey lesson 101, and I reminded myself to ask Lily about it. Goddess, now I think I have a lot of things to ask both siblings once we truly settle in. The three elders that lunged at Eros now surrounded him. They were growling, and I could even feel their killing intent. The other elders sighed as Elder Nali bellowed, “Odin, Percival, and Elias.. That is quite enough.” “Seriously, stop scaring the boy! This is why we have such a bad reputation among their generation nowadays!” Another elder who is obviously the one that is the most carefree among them said. She is seated beside Elder Nali.

The trench coat had to have been specially made given his enormous build. “Elder Sand,” the man seemed quite pleased to see Elder Sand. He walked over to the Elder and lightly bumped his heel against the Elder’s foot in greeting. “Elder Black,” Elder Sand nodded his head at the large Elder and responded to his greeting with a jovial tone. Just like Elder Sand, Elder Black’s name was a pseudonym. Every Elder gave up their name once they assumed their position, allowing them to still go about their normal business during the daytime. Elder Black had been given a name based on his color, for he was the only black Undead among the Elders.

His voice was steady, but I could feel the undercurrent of anger bubbling beneath the surface. One of the elders, a tall, wiry man with sharp gray eyes, stood up. "Alpha Gaius," he said, his tone as cold as the winter winds. "We’ve been summoning you for weeks. It seems you’ve been ignoring our letters." I knew who the Elder was. In fact, I knew who all the Elders were, thanks to my father and his ruthless ways which made the council of Elders regular visitors to our pack back then. Elder Marcus was the first to speak among the trio.

She’s not a mommy’s girl nor a daddy’s girl. Askar Is a 17 year old who is Hindu and Immortal. Who cannot be destroyed. His Ancestors' religion is Hindu, which haunts him. He doesn’t quite fit well in his family. It all changes when he gets turned immortal by his human mom who births him.. His life flashes before his eyes seeing his mom die while birthing him will hunt him for all the years he shall live. Sooner than later he is a vampire trying to fit in with the humans. He isn’t like any other vampire, he doesn’t thrust for human blood. He is more disgusted with it, that each time his dad brought home some human for him to try, he would instantly puke it out. But what he really craves is a

Julian moved to take the seat, standing tall and confident, while I remained at his side, an unyielding sentinel, ready for any challenge that came our way. As Julian settled in, the atmosphere shifted, and I prepared myself for whatever storm was about to descend. The Elder’s gaze was grave as he studied Julian, as if trying to discern the truth hidden behind his facade. "You honor us with your presence, but tell me, what do you seek to reclaim? A seat before men who remember your mother as a distant memory? Or a place among the living? You must understand: this fortress holds bloodlines older than the West itself. We are not easily swayed by mere names."

I said to him and his eyes widened. “He’s been dead for eighteen years,” he said. “Why did you do it?” I asked him. “We were making money on the side, drugs mostly and he found out, it wasn’t personal,” he said to me. “It was personal to me,” I said to him. “Who are you?” “Alex Jennings, or if you believe in prophecies, the Ulfr Banamaðr,” I answered him. “He had a son?” he asked, slightly confused. “My mother had just found out she was pregnant when you all ousted her from the pack,” I said to him and he sat down on the bed.

The second elder asked, his veins shooting out of his head in anger. “I asked his name, why are you so worked up?” My lips curled into a smirk. “What do you know? You…” “It's okay,” The first elder held up his hand at his colleague. He should be the head of all elders. “I'm Elder Marrock,” He replied firmly. I had thought right. The name of this man rang a bell even in our far away pack. His exploits in battle was legendary. I bowed slightly before giving a provocative smile at the second elder. “And you? Do you mind supplying your name?”

She had fiery red hair and when her dragon was in control her pupils would turn into slits. Lastly was Elder Kian he was from the werewolf realm and also the quadruplets father. He was a big man with army green eyes and blond hair that none of the boys received. Kian looked exactly like he did the day he left to join the elders and that’s because elders do not age like others, some elders live through 7 millenniums. All the elders wore a blue robe that covered their entire body. Joshua was the first to meet the elders at the entrant’s hall of the pack house. He bowed before the elders.

And with that, the final elder lowered himself onto his seat — leaving Dante standing alone at the center of the courtyard, the weight of his bloodline hanging heavy in the stunned silence. The words seemed to roll through the air like a slow, inevitable wave. "His true name," the elder finished, "is Dante Castielle Vanslord." The moment the name hit the crowd, everything changed. Gasps. Shouts. Warriors dropping to their knees. Even Alpha Warren shoved his stunned son to the ground with a brutal kick, forcing Jayden into a bow. Dante… Vanslord. The Alpha King. The shackles on Dante's wrists snapped apart like paper under his touch.