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I coughed in the end as my voice suddenly rose while I stated my facts to him. At the same time, Graham entered the room and looked at us with a stunned expression. The silence stretched in the room was thick with tension, but I wasn’t done with explanations and questions. “I am a silver wolf. You are a black wolf with a crescent moon mark in the middle of your forehead. Madeline is a white wolf. Nolan is a metallic grey wolf with a black crescent moon mark under his right eye. Graham is a golden-brown wolf with a big crescent moon mark on his left shoulder. Do you really think that they will only target Madeline just because she is a white wolf?”

Remembering that I hadn't even asked about names or even the house I'd been living in for the past year. The man instantly broke into a small smile there. "My name is Elijah, Elijah Gray. I am a Lycan King. And this is my pack, my kingdom. The Blodlust Moon Pack." I nodded my head in slow motion. Trying to keep remembering the man's name and also the name of his pack. Elijah Gray and The Blodlust Moon Pack. Both names that felt very unfamiliar to me. Because I had never even met the Lycan King in person before.

and the one whose gaze now chilled me to my core. "Ailith?" Lena's voice, barely a whisper, made me flinch. My childhood friend emerged from the shadows, her eyes wide with concern. The intricate pack-bond tattoos on her arms pulsed with a faint blue light, reflecting her unease. "What's happening? Why did Kael summon the Bloodmoon Council?"

"If you want to come after her, you’d better pray your bones are harder than my patience." A man in black combat gear followed close behind, sparing Fred a single, lethal glance. "You’re an outside Alpha of low standing. You have no right to even breathe the same air as her. Get out." Fred’s instincts flared; he tried to push back with his own dominance, but the moment his eyes landed on the Dark Moon emblem on the man’s chest, the color drained from his face. He couldn't even manage a whisper. He simply turned and walked out. I stared at the man in combat gear. His features were a mirror of my mother’s—the same sharp jawline, the same piercing eyes. He approached the bed, his gaze softening

“Even if you still don't like me, the fact that I'm his wife won't change. I am now the Luna of White Pride!” “You are a rude woman, Nadine Smith!”

Something unspoken. He cleared his throat and began the ancient rite, his voice low and steady: “I, Alpha Knox Black, Lycan Prince of Wales of the Lycan Kingdom, welcome you, Lydia Michael, into the Blue Moon Pack. You are forever bound—with pain, with blood, and with life—to this pack until you are ready to sever the ties.” Each word pulsed through her like electricity. When they separated, he wiped their hands with a soft cloth. Her throat tightened. Her skin burned. Was this real?

Suddenly, it became windy. A dark form climbed out of the trees at the far end of the opening, and as it appeared, its silhouette fell into shade. Giant, its appearance was one of the forces of nature. The distinct sound of claws crisscrossing stone rang through the clearing as the thing moved, its glowing eyes fixed on us. My breath caught as I realized the monster before me was a huge lycan, bigger than any I had ever seen, its fur as black as midnight. This was no ordinary wolf, and the power that pulsed from it was unlike anything I had ever met.

Dad grabbed the nurse, throwing her out of the room alongside himself. "Well-done, Emily, you have accomplished your mission." A sinister scent emerged, a wicked laugh echoing across the room. The once blue sky was now a mixture of black and white with the moon reflecting its radiant image. Wails filled the air as a ray of light fell from the sky, hitting a mountain on the other side of town. I groaned, wincing as my hand was scorched by the flaming book. The pages settled, words in red appearing on the pages. "Strigoi, Nosferatu, Jiangshi…"

He raised his hand to pull off his mask and words fell out of my mouth to perhaps delay the process. “I-I get you do not want to draw Damien's all powerful father's attention. But is there really no way else you can do this?” Axel Black tore off his dark mask, demonical expression hidden by the shadows of far burning torches. “Absolutely not, dear Luna.” And then he kissed me, drawing my jaw up so I met his bone cold lips. I froze over. Just like before, I felt the slippery, sweet coolness of poison sliding down my tongue down to the back of my throat.