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The words settled like prophecy. The fire in the torches hissed low, casting their faces into eerie half-light. Around them, the pack straightened, their bodies tense with renewed purpose. They were not mindless beasts, not shadows to be scattered with a flick of a vampire’s wrist. They were hunters. They were family. They were vengeance clothed in fur and flesh. Above the den, the moon shifted behind the clouds once more, shrouding the world in darkness. And in that darkness, the Luparis began to plan.

Just when I allowed myself to hope for a moment of peace, Xareth told me we were going to another pack. The next day by nightfall, we were traveling, the land turning darker and colder with every mile. We were headed toward Nocthra Vane, a region whispered about in fear. Home of the Shadow Walkers. They were legends, hunters who moved between shadow and air, who trained in silence and bled in darkness. Some said they were born without scent. Others swore they could steal voices. After days of travelling we arrived, but even with Xareth’s monstrous army of twisted soldiers and walkers, the battle wasn’t easy.

“Yep. I don't see why you put up with me, Dylan remarked jokingly. Then he got on his motorcycle and rode off to reveal his greatest secret. ZACHARY Zachary Prentiss was still fighting the urge to chase after those animals and destroy them. After what had happened, he couldn't understand why Nate was being so incredibly composed. He took in one painting after another as he cast a quick peek in her direction. She had not only existed before the conflict started, but she had also been present during its early stages. She had witnessed personally what the werewolf packs had done to their people in Scotland three hundred years prior. Werewolves had been a menace to her for millennia, but she nev

I asked, curiously waiting for him to spill while he was damn worried. "How do I say this?" Seth asked, holding my shoulder. "Say what? What's happening?" I asked, impatiently. "I just got an information that Alpha Lucian is live and about to burn down your companies," Seth whispered to my ears. "What? But, it's not up to twenty-four hours yet, and more so, he should try to understand that I'm here in the Paxon pack trying to bury Amelia," I said. "Yet, we still need to watch the live video," Seth said.

Hades roared, "quick, get down. Aeress stay with Raven!" “Fucking great,” Aeress muttered as the boys began to shift, “the last goddamn thing we need.”' Hunters were humans, but trained to kill shifters. They were ruthless and didn't care whether they killed men, women, or children. They believed all of our kind were disgusting and nothing more than monsters. “You should shift too,” I told her, still ducking low behind the limousine, “help the men.” Hades and Jackson had already split up, heading in the direction the arrow had come from.

When I found my reflection in a crystal formation, I saw my phoenix flames now danced with veins of silver lightning. "We survived," Derek said, his voice carrying harmonics that hadn't been there before. "You did more than survive," the ancient phoenix's voice echoed through the sanctuary. "You've become something unprecedented. Phoenix Wolves merged with storm. If the Shadow King is right about the First Hunters..." A sound cut through her words. Howling. But not wolves. "What is that?" Sophie whispered. Marcus had gone pale. "Shadow Walkers. Hundreds of them." He looked at us in horror. "The merge... it sent out a pulse of power. They know exactly where we are."

Three men in dark gear stood at the end of the hall, the silver crests of the Hunter Syndicate glinting on their chests. "The Vances are a lineage of slayers," the leader sneered, his voice dripping with condescension. "Since when do hunters play vet for the vermin? Or has the 'Great' Chloe Vance become so pathetic she can’t even tell the difference between a dog and a shifter?". "Shut up," Chloe said, not looking back as she continued to check the fox's leg.

One she didn’t like. Finally— Froz spoke. "The Shadow Hunters.” A chill ran through the room. Even though Sam had never heard the name before. Something about it felt wrong. Very wrong. “Who are they?” Deph’s expression hardened. “A group that should have disappeared centuries ago.” Sam’s stomach tightened. Immediately. The Woods Alpha continued. “They don’t hunt territories.” “They don’t hunt Alphas.” “They hunt bloodlines.” Silence. Then— His golden eyes locked onto hers.

The battlefield changed immediately. The shadows exploded outward. Not Elias' shadows. Not corrupted shadows. Hunter's shadows. Controlled. Sharp. Precise. Deadly. The darkness spread across the battlefield like a living storm. One mutant disappeared. Then another. Then ten more. The creatures barely had time to react. The shadows swallowed them whole. When they emerged— Nothing remained. Not even bodies. Hunter walked forward calmly. Like he wasn't committing absolute devastation. Like he wasn't terrifying. Like he wasn't becoming one of the most dangerous beings I had ever met.

His gaze never wavered, holding on, sharp enough to cut diamond if he tried. They locked onto mine and everything else in the bar blurred into bleariness. The music faded from my ears just as all the people present there disappeared. Now there was only him and the weight of his stare burning through me. Heat rushed through every single corner of me until I was oversaturated. My body burned as the intensity of his emerald eyes aroused me. There was something about him that just felt dangerous in a predatory way. His eyes slowly checked me out, causing sensations to bombard me.