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They’ve shifted already, and I see the slight shock in Eli’s eyes, but it disappears quickly. There is no more time for talk as both sides attack at the same time. Eli’s warriors come straight for us, and they outnumber us four to one, but I knew it would be something like this. I let my Lycan instincts take over as blood stains the library carpet. One of the warriors gets his teeth into my shoulder and I cry out in pain before snapping his neck. The fight is brutal, and I wonder when the hunters are going to show up. I also wonder why I didn’t convince Silas that this plan would work.

"Anything about the bodies. The draining. The empty wolves." "That's very specific." "The killer is specific." She pulled a book from the shelf and opened it and the pages were yellow and the ink was faded and the binding was cracked. She held it up to the candlelight and squinted at the words. "Blood rites," she read. "The art of draining life force for power." "That sounds promising." "It sounds terrifying." She sat on the floor and crossed her legs and Ember curled in her lap. I sat across from her and watched her read. Her brow furrowed and her lips moved silently and her fingers traced the lines of text.

The base had really no proper defences, unlike Luna Security. In the office, I had to navigate myself to find the right researches. The research dated back to as old as two hundred years with the names of the victims arranged in alphabetical order and a very detailed description of their biology had been provided along with the experiment log. The longer the files, the scarier the descriptions were. I looked for Mia’s folder and the experiment overview together with some form of signature. The signature was the only concrete evidence we lacked to bring everything to light and nail the Parliament for their crimes.

Histories, myths, philosophies—every book was a whisper of the past. Ashara’s gaze stopped on a particular section on the far wall, its books older, darker in design, and faintly ominous. Something about the curling silver script caught her attention. One of the titles read: Nocturnae Vitae: The Legacy of the Blood Born. Her breath hitched. “Vampires?” she murmured, tilting her head.

Every night after Lucien was asleep, I was in the library, poring over ancient books and medical journals and anything else I could find about curses or resurrections or ways to break bloodline afflictions. But I found nothing. Absolutely nothing. The restricted section yielded a few more promising titles—I found a few texts on rare illnesses, one on unnatural death circumstances, and there was even one manuscript about a woman who claimed to have died and come back. However, when I read more about it, I found that it was nothing like my situation. The woman had only been clinically dead for a few minutes before being revived, not reborn into an entirely new body days later.

A Fenrisúlfr. They said he once swallowed a mountain whole because someone insulted his master's tea preferences. That he brought ruin to the Western Empire when a bureaucrat called Nexus "just a soil god." That he once bit the arm off a sun deity and won the lawsuit. And now… this spirit—the wolf, the shadow, the living catastrophe in a handsome meat suit—was supposedly bound as a familiar. To Nexus. Who had gone missing. And now Selena Collins, a woman who didn’t flinch at vending machine ghosts and had the spiritual awareness of a cat who just walked through a séance, was bearing the glowing mark of his succession.

Vaelspire Keep, The Forbidden Vault The Vault doors groaned open, revealing shelves lined with tomes bound in skin and bone. All the ancient and forbidden books of the old were stored and recorded there. Books with knowledge too ancient, too powerful, and useful to their enemies were stored here. Alaric stepped inside, torch in hand, his eyes scanning until they found the one he needed. It read, Bloodborne Bonds: Curses, Hybrids, and Abominations. He flipped through the pages, stopping when he saw an illustration that made his heart freeze.

He replied confidently. "Oh...how thrilling and exciting, I am held transfixed and puzzled on what you know about me Mr. Liam, please, do well to enlighten me so I might apologize and beg for your mercy before my shortcomings and sins consume me." It was best to act along so he can reveal whatever it was he thought was good enough information to stand there smugly even after his crimes had been read out to him, underneath my mockery which his ego did not let him notice, there was curiosity, could it be that he had found out about my nature, that I was not a human but a werewolf?

My limbs were frozen, leaden weights immobilized by stark primal terror. It cocked its hairless head, and I flinched as its grotesque features seemed to flow and contort. The sunken pits of its eye sockets split into open, oozing geysers. Blood and rank gray matter poured over its cheeks in rivulets as two baleful yellow orbs blinked into existence inside those spurting wounds. The smile widened into an impossibly broad slash, unhinging its jaw with a sickening pop. It leaned close until its dripping, putrid maw engulfed my vision.

My mouth abruptly went dry, and my gaze drifted back to the file, drawn as irrevocably as a moth to the flame. “And their research continues.” I slumped back in my seat, feeling defeated, but at the same time, frustration started to uncoil in my gut. I stared at her through flat eyes. “So you dragged me all the way in here to tell me I didn’t commit a crime, and that I’m fully human.” “No.” “But……” “They have determined that your father was not a shifter.” “Right. I’m human.” “No, Neemah. He wasn’t a shifter. Your father was a vampire!”