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I spread both arms and grew my claws. Immediately when they got to me, I grabbed them by the neck and dipped my finger into their skin. I watched as their blood scattered all over my body, and it gave me so much pleasure. I threw their lifeless body to the ground and continued into the battlefield. I saw Harrison also fighting hard on the battlefield. Soldiers from the Blood Moon pack began to arrive, and they helped us to fight the rogues who were more than we were. Another rogue attacked me with his sword, I grabbed his neck again and squeezed the life out of him. I took his sword and began using it against the rogues.

“Whether I feel something for her isn’t important. Even if I did feel something, Keva will need time to heal. Not only has she suffered physically, but also mentally and emotionally.” “Knowing her, I believe she will bounce back faster than you think.” Silas handed me a few of the bags he held in one of his hands. “For now, I admit she needs to deal with her current issue, but that doesn’t mean you can’t be by her side and help her. Since she plans to return to the pack to get her revenge, you are the only one who can assist her.” “How do you know she plans to return? She never mentioned returning.”

Skye stood beside me sword drawn as the rest of the blood moon pack surrounded his minions. "You've come back after five years," he said, jeering. "To make you fall by the edge of my sword," I replied, unfaltering. He chuckled and smirked. "It will be difficult," he boasted. "But, it'll happen," I said and with that, I attacked him and the rest of the pack attacked his minions and some of my pack members were fighting the blood moons. Why? My thoughts were immediately vanquished as Fernandez and I clashed swords. We fought, rolled over dirt, and swerve from the impacts of the swords upon our skin.

And I… I trust her word. ‘And I trust yours. Damn it, Haile – I wanted to talk to you all night, but I have to go back, I have to start preparing–’ ‘Wait,’ I interjected. ‘There’s more.’ ‘Of course there is.’ Irritation flashed through the mate bond. ‘There’s always more.’ ‘They’re going to attack in two months, on the night of the blood moon.’ ‘That makes sense.’ Even through a mindlink, it sounded as though Ares was forcing the words out through gritted teeth. ‘Scillian always had an appreciation for the dramatic.’

Noah jokingly said but a groaning followed his side as he tried to rise from the ground. We laughed and exhale out a Deep breath of relief. Finally, half part of our plan was done. Now, all we need to do is wait for 2 days before dropping our bomb. I anticipatedly waited for this meeting and it's finally here. Although it was a happy moment I suddenly started missing my mother. I'll take my mom's revenge and send this man to hell by myself. Just 2 days and everything would be settled. Xx___xX

Boro stood and slammed his right fist into his left palm and pressed them to his chest, saluting his new Lord. With a audible sigh of relief Lord Jetir nodded to Boro acknowledging his deference and then stood up and walked around the table. He streched out his hand, and motioned for Boro to hand him his blade. He drew his sword from it's scabbard, the sound it made was like the sound of city bells chiming for the first morning hour, a single clear Sssshhrrunngg, and offered him the sword hilt first.

Shane took the bait. I allowed my hand to turn into a claw and kept it behind my back. I spun around and kicked him in the back of him knee, and he hit the ground hard. I quickly grabbed his head and sliced my claws across the side of his neck. I hit his carotid artery and sliced it in several places. Just like what had been done to me. I held him still for a couple of beats and then let him go. He hit the ground hard and was trying to talk. His wolf was desperately trying to heal him, but he was losing blood way too fast.

VIKTOR “Please!” I screamed, my knees slamming into the stone as the blade hovered above the baby’s neck. The cold metal shook, trembling with the weight of death. The baby’s shrill cry tore through the air, slicing me open from the inside. My heir. My blood. “Stop,” I choked, my voice breaking. “Please.” But my pleas were denied. The sword came down with a sickening thump against her tiny neck. Blood sprayed warm across my hands. The taste of iron filled my mouth as I screamed again. And again. And again.

Her hand was placed over her chest with fingers extended. She was kneeling and staring directly into the camera. It was titled "The Queen", and underneath it was a date: June 12th, 1587. I flipped the page and saw another poem by the same artist. "When you look upon her in the night, your eyes grow hot, and your cheeks redden, your blood thrills and your heart beats loud."

I poured everything I had, my love for the man who rejected me, my hope for a future I hadn't yet seen, and the power of the Moonblood into the weapon. “STAY!” I screamed the final command in the Old Tongue. A massive flash of light erupted from the altar, blinding us for a split second. The shockwave knocked me backward, and I fell into Kael’s arms as he rushed forward. When the light faded, the sword looked different. It wasn't just a piece of steel anymore. It shimmered with a soft, pearlescent glow, and the hilt felt warm to the touch. The dark rot that had been clinging to the edges was gone, replaced by a shield of pure, celestial energy.