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Everyone knew that all the wolves of the Blackrock pack had type-AB blood, making it impossible for a pup with type-O blood to exist in the pack. Faith stopped crying and exclaimed, "There must be a mistake. Please let me explain, Felix!" "You wretch! How dare you toy with me?" Felix transformed into a wolf and aimed a powerful kick squarely at Faith's chest. I nearly couldn't stop myself from smiling as I looked at Faith's pathetic state. After all, I hated her as much as I hated Felix. I had already planned to make Felix pay for betraying me and for causing Ryan's death. It only made sense that I would also take revenge on Faith since she had been responsible for exiling me from the pack.

I didn't know if that was better or worse. --- The trail opened onto a ridge. Below, Ashveil sat in its valley. The maples blazing red. I found the blood twenty feet from the ridge line. Not a wound. A site. Something had happened here and been partially cleaned. The way you clean when you want to remove evidence but are working fast. Dark staining on the rock. Disturbed earth. A broken branch at the wrong angle. The kind of break that happens when weight falls rather than when wind pushes. ---

Caiden. He’s exiled. Guarded. Disgraced. But he’s here with a rifle raised at the basket. “Step back,” he tells Love. “That thing is not pack.” Draven snarls. “You don’t give orders here.” “I give warnings,” Caiden says. His eyes are pure wolf. “First Blood kills mothers. My mother died birthing me because of that.” He jerks the rifle at Clay. “It’s a bomb.” Clay blinks. The gold light pulses once. Twice.

He whips around to attack me again, but I just kick the knife out of his hand, shoving him as hard as I can on the chest until he flies to the opposite side of the wall. The concrete cracks as he falls over. And before he can get up again, I lunge towards him, grabbing him by the neck and slamming him over and over on the concrete until I can see blood splattering against the wall. He tries to scratch me, but I grab his other arm, snapping it off his body as though he's made of wood. More blood spurts out of the stump that used to be his arm. Only his blood is not red. It's black, like the Rogues' blood.

She felt that the two other Generals would leave her in the dust because their weapons possessed domains, but to her surprise she got the greatest bargain of them all. Panther may lack a domain, but for what it lacked it made up for in a forgotten ability called Blood Stain. Blood Stain was an ability possessed by ancient Soul Weapons which allowed the user of the weapon to unlock the hidden capabilities of a Soul Weapon as long as they were compatible with the weapon. Such weapons were fashioned after ancient beasts and were made with the blood of those beasts as the focus, hence their true forms were beast forms!

Deliberate. Mia. I step back and look at it, heart pounding, mouth dry. “Blood still counts,” I say quietly. And then I start planning how to burn everything down.

The purple glow in his eyes dims as he answers in a strangely calm voice, “The attacks on the Silvercrest pack are the result of a blood debt. Once, a Silvercrest Alpha killed another’s Luna. Now he wants yours. He wants you.” My eyes dull instantly, and every ounce of bravery in me flickers out. A blood debt. I open my mouth to ask, but the sound of movement reaches my ears. I turn to slip away the way I came, but a large hand clamps around my arm. The hood of my cloak is yanked back, and a snarl fills the room. “Luna Sabrina. Of course. What are you doing here?” I struggle against Garrick’s grip. “Let me go!”

The path to the Sacred Chamber, where the gemstone lay hidden, had been poisoned. I steadied my breath and pressed on, the handle of my blade tight in my grip. A thick mist began to roll in. From the mist, a low growl erupted. I spun to face it. A creature crawled from the shadows—skeletal, tall as two men, its body made of bone and black mist. Grave Stalker. It screeched and pounced. I barely dodged in time, rolling across cold stones. I swung my spirit-steel blade, catching its side. It retaliated with sharp claws that sliced my shoulder. I screamed and stumbled.

I grab them. “Just repeat after me. I, Keira Heartfelt, renounce my link to Pale Moon Pack and seek acceptance into Cedar Creek Pack.” Lynn says. “I, Keira Heartfelt, renounce my link to the Pale Moon Pack and seek acceptance into Cedar Creek Pack.” “I, Linda Crane, offer you sanctuary and acceptance into Cedar Creek Pack. Do you accept this blood link?” Lynn asks. “I, Keira Heartfelt, accept the blood link.” I say. “Perfection!” Samara squeals clapping her hands together. Lynn joins in the celebration, I smile. It was really that easy.