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The earth trembled beneath the weight of his fall. Silence. Then a voice, sharp, and merciless, cut through the silence like a whip. “Get me the Heartstone. Now.” I stiffened. It was Xareth’s voice, in my head, through a mindlink. How? How was that even possible? I wasn’t initiated to his pack. We were in a foreign land, far from the reach of our link. And yet, his voice echoed inside my skull like it belonged there. “Now!” he thundered again.

“I want every single one of you searching for Rhea and Jimin now!” Xavier grunted. “The first person to get their scent would get a prize from me, and trust me, I’m far more generous than Ghost. I would never ever slay the person that gives me what I want when I want it.” “Yes Alpha,” they replied and bounded out immediately.

I replied and turned to Gavrael. “Have you tried to mind link someone from the pack?” I asked him. We were far away from the pack, and normal shifters would not have been able to communicate freely through mindlink because of the distance. But Gavrael was more powerful so it shouldn’t be a problem for him.

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On the chest of the third soldier, burned deep into the armor, was a number. XIII. Thirteen. Her stomach dropped. “Grey…” He saw it too. “That’s not just a symbol,” he said. “No,” Mira whispered. “It’s designation. Thirteen… like me.” Grey met her eyes. “They’re not just hunting you,” he said. “They made you.” End of Chapter Seven …………………. The mark "XIII" links Mira to the Ghost Howlers in ways she never imagined. Could her bloodline be more than a myth, could it be manufactured? And what will the war seer reveal about her creation?

A moment before Einar pushes forward I look at Xander. “What is it?” Einar pushes the shift but Xander answers me in the mind link. ‘Vampires!’

“Who are you talking to?” “The thing, the shadow.” I stopped where I’d sat a while earlier, placed the light on the floor like before and turned around. “Can you see the corner?” Price frowned again. “Yeah, there’s nothing there.” The loud growl from behind me sent cold chills down my spine. Price’s face told me he’d heard it too. I raised my eyebrows. “That’s what you left here. I tried to set it free, and turns out I can’t. Because it’s fucking chained to the wall!”

And so he had wiped out every Axeris male gunning for the throne, now what was left of the Axeris lineage were him, his uncle, Mavrek and Xanth who was only half Axeris and half Khione. He walked on ahead of Xanth and Iris, he was not quite sure of where he was headed but every now and then he would catch a whiff of Lyra’s scent, he would feel her heart beating steadily. The bonding mark he had placed on her served him good but it was faint and wavering, like someone was deliberately trying to block off the connection.

REMNANTS OF HISTORY. Lira positioned herself at the front, gazing at the unfamiliar foe who had just appeared from the darkness. The battlefield was strangely quiet, the peace before the chaos. The defenders, who were still trying to recover from the previous fight, gathered around Lira and Marcus in a protective circle. "What is your identity?" Lira insisted firmly, maintaining a steady voice despite the tension. "Why did you come here?" The man with a hood grinned, his eyes shining abnormally. "My voice cold and commanding," he responded, "I am the true master of the shadows." The Guardian was simply a tool. My name is Xander, and I have arrived to take back what belongs to me.