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The blood had dried over the past few days, and luckily, it hadn’t rained the day before. His heart began to beat erratically as he found more traces of her blood. One of the trackers coughed heavily when he inhaled some of the silver dust speckled on the dirt floor. "Alpha, it’s silver dust," one of the trackers said. He didn’t say a word; he was persistent to venture further, meticulous in trailing more of her dried blood, leading him to the cliff of the waterfall. Realization dawned on him as his goosebumps started to rise from the back of his neck.

Jakes POV “Surely there should be a trail, we found a pool of blood. The fact he lost as much blood as he did would mean he wasn’t able to heal, and being as he’s technically a gamma, he should have had faster healing than the standard wolf. That tells me he must have encountered either silver or wolfsbane. Now I may not be the sharpest tool in the box but even I know blood droplets leave a f**king trail” I roared at the couple of pack trackers that stood trembling before me in my office.

For some reason, I was also anxious, fearing what could happened here. Reed ran into the other room only to return back. “Mom.” I hear him shouting this time from the other room. He looked scared and terrified. There was blood scattered all over the place. Reed returned back in no time. The door from the kitchen was wide open and some blood was dropped on the path. Without any delay, he run on the road following the trails of blood. After running few miles, he stopped dead on the tracks. He looked as if he had seen a ghost. I matched his line of sight and all the blood drained from my face. There she was. Selene.

He stepped forward, his massive frame towering over the vampire as he looked down into the folds of the cloak. The Alpha's dark eyes instantly narrowed as he caught the visual markers of the crisis. Brynn’s face was pale, her soft jasmine scent heavily laced with the metallic, intoxicating tang of primordial vampire blood. But what Garick saw first—what caused his wolf instincts to flare with a protective panic—were the thin, smoky purple-and-black tracks of the Blood-born venom still faintly webbing across her collarbone. They were visibly fading, dissolving into her sun-kissed skin as Riheirk’s ancient, healing blood aggressively incinerated the last remnants of the poison from her system.

Please come home before he does something we can't undo. The Locator Rite. Blood magic that would trace my location no matter where I hid. It required the Alpha's blood and the consent of two other pack members, which meant my father was pulling in favors, building consensus for tracking down his rebellious daughter. I heard a roar of engine screaming at a pitch that didn't sound right. Then light, blinding and wrong, headlights that carved through the fog at an angle that defied physics. The truck came around the corner doing at least sixty, out of control, skidding sideways on the wet pavement. I stood frozen, my brain unable to process what I was seeing, unable to make my legs move.

NARRATIVE POV “Alpha, we found something over here.” Retired Gamma Mike Hill calls out, and both Ryner and Oliver walk over. Mike is crouched down with the inspector. They were examining a large area of darkened and charred staining on a few of the floorboards that were not entirely destroyed by the fire. “What is that, Dad?” Ryner asked as he crouched down next to his father. “We can’t be certain just yet, but my nose is rarely wrong. I was a tracker before I became a Beta, Alpha. I believe this is blood. And I suspect there was a lot of it.” Mike’s facial expression was tight and grim.

"But find Alice first." I cut the link and drag myself forward, following the tracks where her bike went, blood dripping down my side, soaking my shirt.

I flailed, trying to get away from him, from the blood, from the sight of the dead man behind him. My feet slipped on the floor, and I was falling. My knees sank into the blood, my hands followed. Tristan pulled me up, my body pressed against his, and the smell of blood filled my nose. I clutched at his shoulders for balance. And then I pulled one hand back and it came away red. And one glance down. Red. My skin. Red. Everything red. My eyes found Tristan’s blood covered body. Red. Red. Red.

I hopped out of her bed, feeling lightheaded as my breathing copied hers. I looked between her thighs as she turned sideways, "You've got blood stains." "

Raziel said without looking at her. "I am done with the letter I was writing to Annalise. You said you will help me deliver it." "Yes, but not for free." "Name your price your highness." He then raised his head a little to peek at her, then his lips curved into a smirk. "I have been busy all day and a little worn out, so do you mind giving me a few drops of your blood?" He asked innocently. Luciana noticed there was a glass on his table with a red liquid in it. She knew it was blood.