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Without breaking eye contact, he dragged the blade across his left palm and held his hand out over the dark, stagnant marsh water, letting the thick, dark red blood drip steadily into the ripples. The Blood-Vow. It was the most sacred, unbreakable oath of the Rashford clan. A promise sealed in blood and cast into the waters of the lowlands. If a Rashford broke a blood-vow, the swamp’s ancient magic would curdle their own veins, turning their blood to poison. Even with the vow, every instinct in my body screamed at me to run, to drag my children into the mud and fight our way out. My mind was a chaotic storm of fear and doubt.

Her knees nearly gave out, but she locked them hard. Not here, not in front of them. Edric began the vow. “I enter by blood.” Virelle forced air into her lungs. “I enter by blood.” The words were barely out before the basin pulsed beneath her hand. “I bind myself to the laws of Blood Oath Academy.” “I bind myself to the laws of Blood Oath Academy.” The silver glow deepened. “I will not betray the oath without consequence.” “I will not betray the oath without consequence.” The mark on her skin burned hotter, and a strange pressure built behind her ribs, like a second heartbeat waking up beneath her own. Edric’s gaze sharpened.

“We do not fight for pride. We fight for home. For our future. For every wolf who fell because of treachery. Today, we remind them—we do not break.” A roar rose in response, shaking the ridge. Just before they moved out, Elias turned to Serena and drew a dagger from his belt. Without a word, he sliced across his palm, red dripping down his fingers. He held it out. Serena didn’t hesitate. She mirrored him, letting her blood fall to the same ground. He clasped her hand, and their blood mingled, soaking into the earth. “A blood oath,” he said. “For strength. For unity. For us.”

Zaya’s breath hitched as realization dawned. “No,” she said, shaking her head violently. “You’re not doing this. Whatever that is, it’s blood magic. That’s forbidden.” He finally looked at her then, his golden eyes burning like wildfire. “Forbidden doesn’t matter when your life is on the line.” Her knees almost buckled. “What… what does it involve?” He stood slowly, stepping toward her with the dagger glinting in his grip. “A blood oath,” he said simply, though his voice carried the weight of centuries. “Your blood. My blood. Bound together in the old way.”

Of— *Oath. "Yes," he said. Luna looked at him. At the gesture. "What is that?" she said. "The hand on the heart. Every demon wolf who passed me in the breach. Every one of them." Kairen held her gaze. "It is a Blood Oath," he said. "An ancient one. Given only to the prophecy's subject." He paused. "It means—" he started. "What does it mean?" Luna said. Kairen looked at his daughter. At the woman his daughter had become.

Unless I gave her what she needed. "Very well." I drew my silver knife again, slicing my palm. "By the Moon Goddess and the blood she gave us, I swear Logan's heart will stop beating by eclipse's end. His life for your mate's. No matter the cost." She cut her own palm, clasping mine. Our blood mingled—hers normal, mine silver-streaked. The oath settled over me like a physical weight, binding and irrevocable. "Witnessed," she whispered, something like peace entering her expression for the first time.

Letting out a huff of frustration over mine and Ivan’s inability to be serious, Elder Oliver lifted the dagger he held. "Now, we shall witness Ivan and Arissa as they complete their blood oath to one another." Holding out my free hand, I waited as Elder Oliver drew the dagger’s blade along my skin, sending a sear of pain up my arm as blood began to bead up on my skin. Once he was finished, he did the same to Ivan and then stepped back. "Ivan Fredrickson and Arissa Armondi, please clasp your hands so that your blood may flow into each other, completing the bond between you both."

Ava's hand trembled in mine, and I gave it a reassuring squeeze, trying to calm her nerves. The priestess held up a small, ornate dagger, its blade glinting in the flickering torchlight. With a swift motion, she pricked our thumbs, and a tiny drop of blood welled up on each. She then pressed our thumbs together, and our blood mingled, symbolizing the unbreakable bond between us.

"The blood oath is not offered to everybody, but since you are to be his Luna, it is vital that you must take it!" A pack elder explained and Viola nodded. So many traditions, so many things to do, not that she was complaining though but she really wasn't a big fan of knives. Leonardo sensing her fear, made a small quick incision on her palm. It only pinched a little. Blood bloomed from the cut. With the very same dagger, Leonardo made a cut on his palm too. Then he stretched out his hand. "Take my hand." She took his hand. Their palms touched and Viola could feel their blood melding together.