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“That’s impossible. The thorned chain’s power is meant to grow with time.” I smiled thinly. “Yes, except something changed. I found a precious artifact, Xareth. The Mirrorheart Sigil crafted by Lioren herself.” The moment I spoke that name, something snapped in him. His face twisted, eyes burning with a hatred older than the wars he started. “That’s right,” I said, voice calm and steady. “I know everything. Your enmity with the gods. Your rebellion against the demons. Your bitterness toward the werewolves. I see through the you, Xareth.”

“Why help me at all? You said it yourself,you’re Forsaken. You should be with them, with her.” For the first time, something flickered across his scarred face. Not anger. Not mockery. Pain. “I was with her,” he said softly. His voice was low, broken at the edges. “Once. Until I learned what she asks always costs more than what she gives. When you’ve watched your own pack tear itself apart at her command, when you’ve seen your family slaughter each other while she laughed,then you understand.” His golden eyes, so much like Darius’s, caught the moonlight. But they were colder, older. “I am Forsaken, Amara. But not by choice. By betrayal.”

Xavier We start to circle each other, our snarls filling the air, while he lunges at me with a chuckle, taunting. I can see the confidence in his eyes, as if he truly believes he will triumph. “Come on, Xavier, you don’t stand a chance,” Ethan taunts, his voice echoing in the tense atmosphere. Suddenly, as if by some mystical force, I find myself surrounded by a pack of wolves, their presence sending chills down my spine. Perfect.

I tightened my fists, the strain rising as I battled to keep the raging torrent at bay. Xavier's departure was a stark reminder of the past, a memory tinged with anguish and regret. My memory rewound, an ethereal reel of time unfolding in front of me. In that terrifying moment, I saw Xavier's dagger plunge into Levine's form, creating a visual symphony of betrayal and anguish. The scene was one of shattered trust, one that had remained hidden beneath the mask I wore until now.

This is my fate, for I was The Betrayed Wolf Of The Moon Goddess. THE END.

Luca growled, stepping closer and the guy started speaking again. "He asked for her in return for his loyalty. And as a punishment for Silvia's betrayal, Alpha Alonso handed her over to Armando who held her captive as his property. In return, he helped Alonso in hiding and fighting for him. After some time Silvia escaped from Armando but before she could escape Alpha Alonso caught her and beat her to death. Armando beat her too. She was dying but Alpha Alonso couldn't see her dying so he saved her. He then tattooed her neck and she vowed to never betray him again and yet she betrayed him," That guy gritted only to earn a solid punch on his face causing him to fall back on the bed groaning in

Worry and fear were etched all over her face, and before I asked her what was wrong, I caught a shadow from the corner of my eyes. My eyes narrowed at a tall, mysterious-looking man standing by the door behind my dad, who at first I thought was Hunter. But when I looked closer, I realized it was not him, but the spitting image of Hunter Ysrael. No, the original image and father of Hunter Ysrael, Alpha Marcus of the Cruelcrest Hounds pack. He was wearing all black, from the bulky leather coat, black slacks, to black ankle boots. Anyone would mistake him as a nightcrawler if he keeps popping up in the shadows. But more importantly, what is he doing here?

He raised his pinched fingers. This arrogant bastard. “You’re awake just in time for the show, by the way.” He followed her gaze to the doctor and faked a gasp, “Oh, where are my manners? This is Doctor Khaos – not his real name by the way,” he chuckled. “He’s been the brains behind creating the glorious poison against werewolves, haven’t you, Doc?” Doc jerked his brows up and smiled smugly.