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Luna stayed close to her side protectively. “This is Nyx. Ancient Lunar Wolf. Survivor of the first void wars. She spent decades hiding from civilisation because she was corrupted by the very darkness she fought. She is proof that sometimes the cost of fighting evil is becoming partially evil yourself. That is what unfocused military escalation would do to us.”

“This arrived while you were being stitched.” Lucian took it, and I watched his entire expression change as he read. The anger in his face went still rather than disappearing, which somehow made it worse. “What is it?” I asked. He didn’t answer. I stepped closer and took the parchment from his hand before he could stop me. Only two lines had been written across the page. Stormfang has until the next full moon to surrender the human Luna. Refuse, and every pack that stands with Magnus Veyar will march against you.

“A long, long time ago, after the Great War, a wolf with the ability of precognition had a vision that, on the night of a blood moon, a wolf would arise who would have the power to either lead all wolves into a new beginning or cause the end of all wolves as we knew it. That wolf was nicknamed the vanquisher, because he or she would have the power to steal away other wolves. Ever since then, on every night of a blood moon, scouts were sent out from each pack to check for any abnormalities but nothing had ever happened. I didn’t expect Byron to bring it up today.” “How do you feel now?” Draven asked as we reached my door, and I jerked a little, startled out of my thoughts. “I…I’m fine.” He lo

I stepped up onto the makeshift platform and pushed open the skylight—the one Carter had installed so we could "watch the stars." I gripped the frame and hauled myself onto the roof. The wind whipped around me, carrying the sharp scent of rain. I stood on the wet tiles, the voice in my head finally screaming the truth. Jump, Selene. He never loved you. You’re an Omega with no Pack, no purpose, and no future. You’re a joke. I looked down at the dark, unforgiving ground three stories below. I spread my arms wide. I was actually smiling when I stepped off the edge.

’ Onyx asked at the same time as I found the secret panel to a room, radiating every hue of electric blue. The wall, or rather secret door gave way to a small store room where every coveted weapon was stashed in bulk in glass safes with laser beams protecting each gun, bomb, grenade, or any other weapon that you could name. They were all there. Including the ones used at the Alpha Convention ! ‘Did Nox and Bolt make these ?’ Onyx asked in awe. ‘Looks like it,’ I whispered back, equally shocked but secretly pleased to have such a brilliant mate ! ‘He must be a billionaire then !’ Onyx exclaimed as we marveled at the beauties of destruction.

“Storm, there’s more.” I waited. “There’s an event tomorrow morning. An unlisted gathering. Invite-only. Code-named ‘Unison.’” “What is it?” I asked, although I already had a bad feeling. “A special auction. Not your average art. They’re calling it ‘living art’ a metaphor. It’s not paintings. It’s military-grade weapons.” I said nothing. “Storm,” Dante continued. “This isn’t your average underground sale. We’re talking prototypes. Hardware still in development. Biometric guns, drones with experimental AI, anti-tracking vests, grenades that don’t exist in any official arsenal. Stuff countries would kill to deny ever creating.”

“Now let’s go.” “That’s it?” I ask, flabbergasted. “No yelling? No threats?” Onyx stops and chuckles before stalking back to me and reaching out to run his thumb over my lips. “Oh, hell no,” he chuckles, his eyes filled with mischief and lust as he winks before he bends down and tastes my lips. I shiver, my body instantly leaning into him, molding to his touch, and he pulls away. “There is a fucking storm coming for you, Matilda Mae.”

"If you can get Onyx to heed your commands, I'll give it to you for free. How's that?" Roxy was surprised and couldn't believe her ears. "Are you sure?" Victoria nodded and hummed. "As long as you can do it." She then let Onyx go and went to stand next to Benjamin. Signaling to Roxy to go ahead, she turned to the others. "The deal stands for all of you as long as you can tame Onyx." Someone interested in Onyx spoke up before Roxy could. "Ms. Bennett, I'll have a go first. It's just a horse. Let me see how amazing it is."

Holding my breath to keep his scent from muddling my brain, I looked up at him and smirked. We were so close I could slit his throat if I wanted, but where was the fun in that? His cold eyes tracked over the scalpel in my hand. I trailed the tip over his chest, wondering if his thin t-shirt would split should I apply just a hint of pressure. “How important is it Nox? What are you willing to give?” Those eyes of his flicked up to my face. An emotion just as sharp as the blade I handled flickered within them. “Anything. Name your price.”

Kayson said, “Are you Sir Osborn? Nicholas destroyed Bwell Therapeutics and hurt Mr. Ewell, Lindsy, and a friend of mine. What price are you willing to pay for me to release Nicholas?” “$300,000,000” Kayson said, “$750,000,000 and an additional two types of tonics to my specifications.” Sir Osborn seemed to be infuriated. “Are you joking?” Kayson flicked his finger to shoot a gust of energy into Nicholas’ chest. The latter screamed out in agony right away. Sir Osborn said furiously, “Okay!” Kayson nodded in satisfaction. “Chalcedony Juice, Blazing Root. $750,000,000 and these two tonics. Send them here, and I’ll naturally release him.”