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of the Tuning Forks was instantly neutralized, the energy grounded through the salt-mist and the Blade’s obsidian core. ​The Apostles stumbled, their fiber-optic robes short-circuiting in a shower of violet sparks. ​Kael didn't stop. He sprinted past them, reaching the main drive-shaft. It was a pillar of solid steel, three feet thick, spinning with enough force to grind a mountain to dust. ​"This is going to hurt," Kael muttered. ​He raised the Hush-Blade and brought it down on the spinning steel.

Alexander’s breathing was tormented and ragged as I steeled myself to touch him. I could feel the pressure from Helena’s stare bearing down on me like a dropped anchor, willing me to somehow make him magically bounce back. The fact most strongly in Alexander’s favour for survival was that the blade used by Alpha Francis had not been pure silver. Wolves cannot shifter heal from a blade made of silver. I thought of poor Lucien’s neck, forever burning, and crying out on his neck, his shifter healing constantly trying to make it better but failing.

------------------------- Alpha West was standing on Canadian soil, his hand around the throat of a rogue, his eyes narrowed as he fought the urge to squeeze. "If you kill him now you won't get anything else out of him. And I'm telling you, the fucker knows something. Look at those eyes. They're shifty. He's dying to tell you." "I'm starting to regret bringing you along Vos." As Luca said the words he loosened his grip and the blonde haired rogue collapsed on his knees in front of him. "You're-" he started to speak but broke off coughing.