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"What are you doing? Get out of here!" I grabbed my best friend's hand and turned to run, but the one behind us blazed his white teeth and flashed forward. I quickly turned around and kicked him in the stomach, but at the same time, another guy came at Cammie. For that split second, my heart stuck in my throat. To my surprise, Cammie held off his oversize bite with a blow, making the undead stumbled backward. "Ow!" Cammie cried and shook her hand in pain. "Is his face made of stone or something?"

They chorused. "Our powers don't work here Master" "Yes, me too" They started to murmur and complain. "I know it doesn't. If you want it back, find the lost blood!" He yelled. "Yes master!" They chorused again. Steve hand shook. He really want to find her and he's ready to kill anyone in his way, even Elon. . Carlos was in the car with Amy. He kept on stealing glances from her. Amy noticed it and stared at him. "What?" She asked.

It reeked of impending madness; the opening yawning before him like an omen. William stared in as the group walked by it on their way to the next room over. Inside this one was a solid silver slab with chains hanging from the edges where the arms and legs of the victim; him, in this case; would lie. Under the slab was a metal funnel to drain the bloodshed. His bloodshed. Above the slab was a huge grate of metal spikes. The spikes were approximately a foot in length, which guaranteed they pierced all the way through the body from the front to the back.

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Along the ruined street, flickering billboards looped the Guild’s broadcast: “The Purification Operation was successful. The Blood King has been eliminated. Traitor Evelyn Cross is wanted across Valenfort.” Adrian shut the screen off, voice raspy. “We can’t stay here. Marcus transferred command to someone new named Aster Crowe . They call him the Gray Angel of the Guild.” Evelyn looked up. “Crowe? Never heard of him.” “I have,” Adrian said grimly. “He’s a hybrid born from a failed experiment. The Guild took him in, trained him, then purged the vampire blood from his system. But everyone knows… once blood turns black, it never truly turns white again.”

It's worse than I imagined. A jagged scar cuts across his ribs, but it's not just a scar. The flesh is blackened and twisted, and within it, something glows—a deep, pulsing red light like embers in dying coals. The mark is shaped like a broken moon encircled by thorns, and as I watch, shadows writhe beneath his skin, spreading out from the mark like roots. "This is the Bloodwraith Mark," he says, his voice hollow. "My father tried to break a sacred bond, and Vorrak punished our entire bloodline for it. This curse turns emotion into hunger. The stronger I feel, the more dangerous I become. And with you…" He shakes his head. "Everything I feel is amplified a hundredfold. Your fear feeds me. Yo

The great hall of Blackthorn Keep smelled of pine smoke, healing herbs, and the faint metallic tang of drying blood. Servants moved with practiced efficiency, carrying trays of steaming broth, folded linens, and jars of thick golden salve that carried the sharp scent of yarrow and comfrey. The long trestle tables had been pushed against the walls to make room for the wounded and the weary. Damien sat on the same low bench where Ashley had cleaned his cuts, though now fresh bandages wrapped his forearm, his side, and the ugly slash along his cheek. He had refused to lie down. An Alpha, even a newly affirmed one, did not rest while the pack watched.

None of that would have happened if he had stayed put. After he had bitten me, I had gotten exasperated, and I had leveled up. I had beaten him into a pulp and had chained him up afterward. I had gotten his blood without his permission and had healed myself. I had also stolen another sum of his blood and had kept it in a safe place for future use. I kept it in case he wanted to try such insolent once more.

Biting back a curse, I yanked Caesar roughly off him, ignoring the vampire’s squeal of protest. He jerked himself from my grip and straightened his clothes then huffed at the sheer indignity. “I’ll not be manhandled in my keep Graeme. You had your chance to get all over this and you declined.” “Caesar, I’m all out of patience.” I warned, my wolf rising dangerously close to the surface. “Fine, fine. It wasn’t Alpha blood, but it was heady enough that I won’t even make you sweat for those answers. You’re looking for Zachary Ammon.”

Into his trust. “Do we have an understanding, Lia?” he asked, emphasizing the false name. “Yes,” she forced out, the word tasting like surrender. “Start tomorrow. Be here at eight.” He turned his back, a dismissal. As she reached the door, his voice stopped her again. “And Lia? Clean your knuckles. The blood under your fingernails is too careful. Too clean. Real blood stays for days.”