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Alex POV The fair was… for lack of better words loud. Louder than what I expected, everything was so fucking loud these days, my body has not felt like my own ever since I fought that mass of meat, I feel a buzzing under my skin like a thousand flies had laid eggs beneath my skin and they were ready to hatch. On some occasions the rare ones where I wasn’t driving I scratched the itch hard enough to draw blood, but instead of the flies, maggots and eggs I expect to fly out I was just met with a dark red and the sweet metallic scent of blood , the wound wouldn’t even

Their eyes revealed their doubt, and Pathfinder’s smile widened upon reading the meaning of their glares. “What? It isn’t like if you ask me, I would give you an answer.” Pathfinder chuckled and clenched his axe even tighter. His eyes glowed brightly as Rigor suddenly caught fire. The fire was red like Pathfinder’s eyes, showing that it was the power of blood. “Now then, I shall carve my path of vengeance through you lot today. Come now, I haven’t got all day.”

When midnight approached, the Alpha of the rogues had a big fire made, and in it burned several herbs. With open arms, she begins to speak in a language that no one understands. The flames grow higher and higher and burn black and red as she, screaming louder and louder, casts the spell. With a roar that made the rogues whimper in fear, the flames break away from the fire and fly straight at the Red River Pack, covering the entire sky, and falling on the pack.

Just for a breath. Just long enough for doubt to claw its way into her ribs. Then the bond pulsed — Rowan’s fury searing through her, Lucien’s hunger sharpening her instincts. The two currents collided inside her chest, raw and electric. Her hands lifted. Light erupted. A blast of gold and silver burst outward from her core, shaking the hollow. Wolves howled as frost raced up their legs, freezing them mid-stride. Witchfire scattered and died against a shield of flame that wrapped around her like living armor.

Tears filled her eyes as she whispered against his chest, “Then burn it down. Burn the book. Please.” But when he reached for the pages, the blood hissed back like flames resisting him. The book laughed—a sharp, broken sound akin to paper tearing apart: “You can’t burn her story, fox; you can only read it…and reading means obeying.” Camela’s scream caught in her throat as she muttered, “It spoke…” Vincent bared his teeth in defiance as his fire flared even higher. “Then I’ll silence it,” he said fiercely. He slammed his hand down, his fire blazing but the pages didn’t burn. Instead, they bled harder and thicker, flooding the floor until it reached their ankles.

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Raw and enormous and animal, the sound of something fighting for its existence from the inside out, white-gold light erupting from my skin not as a weapon but as overflow, power running hotter than the channels could contain— “IT BURNS— KAEL—” Dark and light tearing through every nerve at once, the Royal Wolf and the curse and Vivian’s working and the hybrid Lycan blood all in the same space at the same time, my body the battlefield again and the battlefield losing ground— “PLEASE—”

Eyes… deep crimson, the color of wine freshly spilled across marble. I didn’t just wake up in a different body. I woke up in a different world. And not just any world. One I knew far too well. I had read about this place before—in a book called Blood and Moonlight. A gothic fantasy where ancient vampire courts ruled the night from silvered palaces, where ruthless werewolf packs prowled the wild forests, and where an uneasy truce held between fangs and claws… until it inevitably shattered. It was a story of war. A story of betrayal. A story where love was as fatal as any blade.

PROLOGUE – EXTENDED Title: What the Fire Forgot Book Two: Throne of Fire & Favors: Loyalty Is a Loaded Gun Time: 4 Months After Naomi Raines' Death Location: Valeburn City, Southside Block, Navarro-District Border Weather: Overcast with the smell of distant smoke and oil; a light wind rustles charred flyers across blood-washed pavement Soundscape: Buzzing streetlamps, the soft clink of bottles, low whimpers from alley shadows, and sirens like lullabies for broken cities

Perhaps it's effect is only mild. She poured a little of the blood in an empty glass she found on the table, then she added just a little ash and stirred. She frowned when nothing happened. Was the book wrong? If the book was wrong, the book wouldn't be restricted. She then added a little more ash, and the the blood began to foam. Interesting. She watched it closely, taking note of every single change. By the time the blood stopped foaming, it had turned black. She smiled. Now she wondered if this would work on the royal vampires. If only she could get their blood.