Novelas y relatos de Lord Blackwood Scp

I quickly shut the link off, unable to deal with the Alpha pressure bearing down on my skull. As I reach for my phone on the floor, a glint of silver near the leg of the armchair catches my eye. I freeze and drop to my knees and lift the heavy metal from the rug. It’s the pendant. A howling wolf encircled by a crown of thorns and a crescent moon. It’s not a replica. It’s not a drawing from an old textbook. It’s an original Royal Lycan Seal. "Shit," I whisper into the empty room, my blood turning to absolute ice. "I’ve royally screwed up."

"I have already localized the extraction coordinate. I know exactly where the vanguard teams are routing her custody." Every eye in the vault snapped directly to him. "Identify the coordinate," Lorenzo commanded. "The Council maintains a highly restricted private estate just past the northern mountain line, outside Raven's Peak," Alexander revealed, his eyes darkening. "In the original blueprints, it is classified as Blackwood Manor." Gabriel Wolfe’s face instantly drained of expression, his gloved fingers tightening around the silver head of his ebony cane until the metal groaned. "So the bastards chose to reactivate Blackwood."

However, as the breeze drifted in from the window, a faint but incredibly distinct scent rushed into my sensitive nostrils. That smell... the wild, sharp scent of the mountains and cedarwood. My entire body stiffened, a bolt of electricity racing down my spine. There was no longer any doubt. It was the exact same scent as the one who had stood under the sewage pond that night—the one who had looked at me with the eyes of a true apex predator. Fear rose in my throat, choking me. This wasn't some prank played by spoiled rich kids. Blackwood was hiding something; a real monster was lurking in the very heart of the academy.

Celeste turned slightly, her expression shifting into perfectly measured concern. “For years, Alpha Draven Blackwood has concealed a curse that turns him into a bloodthirsty beast on the night of every full moon.” Murmurs spread instantly. She lifted a hand dramatically. “I have provided visual evidence, witness records, security reports, and testimony from former estate staff confirming that on full moon nights, Blackwood estate enters complete lockdown under false pretenses.” Her voice sharpened. “Why?” She turned fully toward the council. “Because their Alpha becomes a danger to everyone around him.”

Liam was shaking his head. He was coming closer, like he really wanted to touch my arm to make sure I was not a ghost. "Don't, " Damon said.He did not raise his voice. He had no snarl. He merely pronounced the word. Liam's hand was motionless halfway. He glanced at Damon for the first time. His face turned pale. "Alpha Blackwood!" Liam shouted in surprise, with a sudden fear of a subordinate wolf replacing his overconfidence. "I... I wasn't aware." "Without a doubt, " Damon remarked.

The "Iron Silence" of the Blackwood Lodge was now a "Stained" quiet. In the center of the Great Hall, the captured "Recovery Scout"—a man named Volkov—was bound to a "Physical" oak chair with "High-Tension" polymer cables. The "Mechanical" bolt from Aria’s crossbow had been removed, leaving a "Raw" wound that pulsed with a "Recursive" rhythm.

The watching wolves cried out in fear, falling to their knees in submission as I glowed like a golden beacon. ‘I am the Solar Lycan, reborn after a millennium. I am the Portent to the changes that will come ’ My voice was calm but commanding as gasps and murmurs raced around the Packs, ‘Could it be true?’ ‘Had the Solar Lycan Queen really returned?’

I finished. ​The Silver-Bullet Order. The human extremist group that hunted Lycans for sport. If they had tracked me to Blackwood Global, it meant they weren't just hunting wolves anymore. They were hunting the woman who threatened to bridge the gap between the two worlds. ​My phone buzzed. An unknown number. ​I answered it, my hand trembling. "Who is this?"

"I've never been allowed to know what's in my father's trust. Enzo always kept me away from anything involving my inheritance." Leo's jaw tightened at the mention of my brother. "Not surprising. Your brother has been manipulating you since your father passed." His fingers squeezed my thigh reassuringly. "But that ends today." The law offices occupied the top floor of a sleek high-rise, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering a panoramic view of the city. Mr. Blackwood himself—a distinguished older werewolf with silver-streaked hair and kind eyes—greeted us personally in the reception area. "Miss Howlthorne," he said warmly, before his nostrils flared slightly as he caught our combined scent.