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The feeling was so powerful and overwhelming that I had to lean over and clutch my stomach to gain control of what was my emotions and what belonged to the being generating the mass. He’s helping. I knew. Warlord had made it so dark that knights would have a hard time fighting us when all they could see was night. Magus spun his head to look back at me and I saw his eyes were glowing, like fireflies in a forest. But green. Magus stepped past us and was scanning the wall along the castle in such a way, that I could tell he could see in the dark as clearly as if it were daylight right now. I’ve never seen a mage do that.

Looking around at my mages, I tried to determine who I needed to help and who was okay on their own. Liam was taking on a large male mage with a nose ring and the appearance of horns coming out of his bald head. I assumed those were placed there by magic, and he didn’t really have horns growing out of his head, but it was difficult to know for sure. “Give it up, Harlow!” I heard Grimly shout from far behind the line of advance. “I have more reserves. You cannot win.”

But that fragile moment was shattered. Magnus’ voice cut through the heavy air, low and seething. "Enough." It wasn't a shout. It didn’t have to be. The sheer weight of that word was enough to still the very wind. It rumbled through the ground like a prelude to an earthquake. Kael shifted, pulling me protectively behind him as Magnus stepped forward. The mad gleam in his eyes was back — and stronger than ever. "You two have tested my patience long enough," Magnus growled, his voice dripping venom. His hands began to glow with an ominous, crackling energy. "Now, let’s finish this."

His tone was laced with malicious mockery. His gaze hardened before his lips twisted into a sadistic grin, “But I don’t blame them”, he stood up from his chair and walked up to Tristan. Sitting on his haunches, he grinned, “The wards and barriers I put up are too powerful for anyone to break. That’s the power of a mage”. His gaze turned malicious, “Not even Elias can help her now. I am and will always be the greatest mage on this planet”. His jaw clenched. Elias wouldn’t be able to reach them here, anyway. That pathetic no-good omega had ruined everything. He had to up his game.

Magnus stopped thrashing, his lethal posture melting away as his heavy tail began to wag frantically, his tongue darting out to lick the dust off my knuckles. The house-omegas gasped, their jaws dropping in unison. The Warlord's trained executioner is subverting its own lineage for an unranked stray! Magnus had been conditioned by the elite beast-masters of the Baker sector; his primal instincts were bound strictly to Yvette's scent marker. Yet, within two breaths, this country youth had rewritten the hound's loyalty. "What toxic wildland curse did your shadow drop on my beast, wretch?" Yvette hissed, his skin turning flush with rage. "Drop the leash!"

He wore a heavy coat made of thick bear fur and his chest was covered in silver scars; the marks of ancient battles with the Council's elite Enforcers. This was Alpha Magnus, the leader of the northern blood-wolves. Magnus walked slowly down the path, his heavy boots made deep thuds in the mud. He stopped five feet away from us, he gazed over Kael’s bleeding arm before locking directly onto my face. For a long, tense moment nobody breathed. The only sound was the crackle of the low campfires and the distant hum of the wind through the cliffs. Magnus leaned forward, his nose twitched as he took in my scent.

" I moved forward and asked. Though I had few options, I wasn't sure if I trusted him. "I want your confidence," Magnus declared. Additionally, I need your assistance in creating a weapon. A weapon capable of destroying Azrak I looked at Kane, my thoughts whirling. "What sort of weapon is it?" Magnus described it as "a weapon that channels the energy of the earth itself." "It will have the ability to eliminate Azrak's shadow creatures and finally vanquish him." "Is it secure?" With a sinking heart, I asked. “What if it’s too much? What if it makes things worse?”

Lucas said, bowing slightly before leaving the room to carry out his orders. I stood alone, my mind a tempest of anger and calculation. Magnus had made this personal, and for that, he would suffer. I was determined to restore my authority and exact vengeance on those who had dared to challenge me. The Silver Line Pack would rise again, stronger and more ruthless than ever. As I looked out the window, the sun dipping below the horizon, I vowed that I would not rest until Alpha Magnus was brought to his knees. The war between the packs had just begun, and I intended to win it at any cost.

"There isn't an official Seven Magics Academy, except here in my basement, but you must learn more about the world you now belong to. And you must learn how to defend yourself. A war is coming, Snow. I know you didn't ask to be part of it, and it seems unfair, but you're involved. And from what I can tell, the queen has put special emphasis on you." A devastating weight seemed to sit on my shoulders. The word war felt too big, too overwhelming. "Do you think the others know the vampire queen has singled me out?" I pressed the tip of a finger against one of the spikes. "I'm not sure. I would think not." He moved back over to the sword, took it from its horizontal storage clamps on the wall, g

he says I nod once We do Because there is no going back from this No returning to what was No pretending this war can be avoided It ends here One way or another Magnus raises his hand slightly, and the ground beneath us trembles, power gathering, focusing, something bigger than anything he has used so far building at his command A final move A final strike I feel it before it happens And I do not step back I step forward Because this time I am not the one being hunted This time I am the one who decides how this ends