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“But that’s not all.” Brian opened the envelope and read silently. His brow furrowed. “They’re summoning us again,” he said. “But not just to talk. They want to perform a Bloodline Verification.” Alex stood slowly. “What does that mean?” “It’s an ancient ritual. They want to test our ancestry—see if there’s a legitimate claim of lineage that could affect leadership or mating bonds.” Alex blinked. “Why now?” The messenger answered instead. “Because your mother approached Elder Donovan. She gave them a sealed document. She says it could explain why the bond exists.”

The one who doesn't let prophecies and curses and ancient bloodlines break her spirit. _*]:min-w-0"> "I don't feel very unbreakable right now." _*]:min-w-0"> "None of us do. But we fake it until it's real. That's the secret." _*]:min-w-0"> I leaned my head on her shoulder. Exhausted. Overwhelmed. Grateful. _*]:min-w-0"> "The carvings showed me something else," I said quietly. "Power. Real power. Not just wolf strength or partial shifts. Magic. Ancient magic tied to my bloodline. I felt it activate. All that latent energy just flooding through me at once."

"Your daughter. Her blood specifically." The words land like physical blows. I knew it, have known it for weeks, but hearing it confirmed makes my stomach turn. "Why Haven?" Sage pushes a book toward me, pointing to a passage written in a language I don't recognize. "She carries three Alpha bloodlines. Greymoon through you, Thornwell through Damon biologically, Ashford through pack bonds." "That's unprecedented. Unique." "And powerful." Sage closes the book with a heavy thump. "He needs her blood for an ancient ritual. Blood Convergence. It opens a power well. Pre-wolf magic. Ancient source."

I had waited a month for Ascendant Group's college recruitment offer. When it finally arrived, Yvie Smith walked over arm in arm with another man while she smiled at me. "Carl, you should let Kevin take that offer instead." As I turned to her, everyone around me was holding back their laughter, waiting for me to cave and agree, like I had always done. It had been ten years. I would give her anything whenever she asked, from competition qualification spots and postgraduate recommendations to ten grand worth of hard-earned money… She was used to it, and I had since made peace with it. And now, she was looking at me loftily, speaking as if she were giving alms. "It's the same thing every t

"I can sense the Relic inside you, Daren Methlock. Three hundred souls bound to one body. It must be agonizing." "You get used to it," Daren said carefully. "No, you don't. You just learn to endure." She looked at me. "And you carry ancient blood. Ashenvale line. The magical sensitivity is awakening in you. I can see the threads of power beginning to manifest." "You can see that?" Elena asked, fascinated.

She pulled back quickly, and I pretended not to notice the faint color rising in her cheeks. "So," she said, voice carefully neutral. "These bloodline markers. How do we identify who might still carry them?" I forced my attention back to the research, ignoring the lingering warmth where her skin had touched mine. "Cross-reference genealogical records with documented ability manifestations. It'll take time, but we can build a probability matrix for potential targets." "I can access Ironclaw records. My father won't question it if I claim I'm researching our heritage." "And I have full access to Silvercrest archives. Plus, I might be able to get Nightbreeze information through..." I trailed of

The voice screamed. Then fell silent. DAY 16 The Keepers found something. Ancient books. Older than House Virel itself. “The curse is tied to Virel blood,” the oldest Keeper said. “But not all of it.” “What does that mean?” Kael asked. “It requires a sacrifice. Not a life. A memory.” Lyra looked at Kael. “What kind of memory?” “The strongest one. The one that binds you to this house.” She answered without hesitation. “The night I woke up here.”

More than that, the werewolf genes inside of me started to stir, to fight against the external force. I would never shift, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t steal a couple of abilities from my closest-related species. My body took over, throwing Omari off of me and sending him hurling into the wall. The sound echoed throughout the entire house as he groaned and landed on the floor on all-fours. I hurried for the stairs away from him, but once again, only got down about a step before he was grabbing me.

Pine nodded firmly. Kevin convinced herself. From behind, Julio walked over with a tray containing two silver vials, a syringe, and a dagger. Pine looked at the three items nervously. "I will support whatever your decision," said Kevin. Kevin also took one of the two cups, which was the blood cup. "Drink half of it, it will help you fight the pain later." Pine held this cup tightly, she kept looking at its contents feeling hesitant to drink it. The deep red liquid made her even more nervous. She knew that this was the blood of vampires and if she drank it then Pine could no longer retreat.

“Your friend spoke about drinking blood; it would mean that I was right about your father being an ancient. It would explain their role in the last war.” However, Olivera kept quiet. She didn’t even turn to look at the lady, not until the former’s next statement. “If it is blood you are looking for, then check in the smaller refrigerator; there are pints of ancient blood there. I heard they are very nutritious. I believe they haven’t been touched with impurities, since they are brought directly from the headquarters. There is an ancient in captivity there.” Caitlin had been right then. Olivera thought, as her eyes found the small refrigerator.