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“I didn’t know a Lycan’s mark could do this.” Vanya leaned over with a warm smile. “Not all marks. But this one, this is proof of a bond that endured betrayal, prophecy, and time. That kind of connection rewrites the rules.” “Makes so much sense now,” I whispered, brushing my thumb over the pulsing crescent. The bond was back. The mark burned black and white two forces twisted into one, unlike anything I’d seen before. With Azrik, everything was unpredictable, but that unpredictability felt like home now.

To our salvation. A vision hit me then her eyes in the dark, wide with recognition. The soft gasp of her breath. The press of her palm against my chest. The burn where the bond would mark us both. I stumbled back, shaking. “We meet tonight,” I murmured, chest heaving. We mark tonight, my wolf growled, savage and certain. And no force in this realm or the next will keep us from her. The wind howled around the Pack House, echoing the truth I could no longer deny.

We broke apart instantly. I ran with Mia back to the gate. What we saw on the other side stopped every heartbeat in my chest. It wasn’t just a scout. It was an entire hunting party. Half-dead. Covered in blood. And tied to a post behind them— Was Marcus. Barely conscious. Carved into his chest was the symbol of the hidden clan Varin had spoken of. And burned into the post above him: "One blood must fall.”

It seems like Drex was holding back. "What is it?" I asked curiously. "Well while checking the dead body we found something." I narrowed my eyes on him. "What did you find?" He turned to look back at the dead body and met my gaze. "T.D were marked on her cheek." I frowned, scoffing in annoyance. The dark tide was back.

I said, inching closer to the spot close to him, at the same time, trying my best to avoid Shawn's eyes. “Marcus.” He offered his hand casually. “One of the pack’s betas.” I shook it, surprised by the warmth of his grip. He smiled again, wider this time, one of his cheeks dented with a dimple. His eyes flicked briefly between Shawn and I, like someone who just noticed something. Whatever he noticed, made his grin falter just slightly. Not disappearing, just… adjusting. That's when I look at Shawn, his face masked in a scowl. He didn't say anything or do anything, but the air became a bit stuffy, even though we stood in the well ventilated hallway with tall, open windows.

Then my boot caught on something half-hidden under pallet shadow - a leather-bound ledger, its corners frayed, a list of shipments scrawled in a hand that didn’t fear ink. I pried it free. The pages were numbered, times and names recorded like a tax of sin. Pallet numbers. Courier names. Routes that slipped through the dockside like a vein. And on one of the shipment slips, tucked like a signature, was a mark - the kind of symbol you’d only use where you wanted a man to know the order came from a boss. My blood went cold and hot at the same time. The mark? A crudely drawn fox head with a vertical line through it. I had the sensation of hands closing where air had been.

Before Liora could respond, a sound pierced the air, a low chilling howl that seemed to shake the very walls of the Beta’s hall. Kaelen stiffened. Ravena froze. It wasn’t a howl either of them recognized. It wasn’t from their pack. The sound vibrated through Liora’s bones, and then her birthmark burned. Her breath caught as pain lanced through her arm where the mark was hidden beneath her sleeve. It glowed faintly beneath her skin, unseen by Kaelen and Ravena but felt by her with an intensity that made her knees buckle. She gasped, clutching her arm.

The Marked One. ​As I reached them, Noah placed a hand on the small of my back. It was a gesture of protection, but my heart told me otherwise. ​"Tonight, you the neighbors," Cassian whispered, leaning in as I stood between them. "Try not to look so much like a rabbit, little wolf." ​"Why am I here?" I hissed, my hand instinctively going to the collar of my gown to hide the mark. ​"It’s a celebration of strength, Aria," Noah answered, his voice smooth as silk but hard as the marble beneath us. "The Blackthorne Gala". Our allies have traveled far to witness the stability of the Blackthorne territory. Don’t embarrass us."

“Sophie, take Lucas and fall back with the loyal pack! I’ll destroy the ritual focus!” But as she retreated with our son, something that wasn't supposed to happened, happened. Marcus, my most trusted beta, suddenly turned. His eyes glowed with the same void energy as the shadow twin. “I’m sorry, Alpha. They showed me a vision of a pack that never suffers loss. A future where we don’t have to fight gods.”