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house. I waited for some time, muscles feeling stiff before finally descending the tree. Why would I have nightmares of him I wondered, I knew it was him due to his fur pattern on his ears, I had never seen another wolf with such ears. I wondered silently if it had to do with him being mad that I didn’t remember him. I knew I needed to get to Rose’s but the sudden fear was crippling, what if he was right that he would get what he wanted, what if he used the fear all seemed to have in his family to get Alpha James to hand me over to his pack. Was I risking my friend and her family if I went to their house? The scent of moonlight reached me on a random breeze, the moon goddess herself was tr

Severin, seated cross-legged on the cushion, had his eyes tightly closed and his brows slightly furrowed. His face was filled with a mixture of pain and excitement. The mysterious runes all over his skin shimmered with a golden glow, dazzlingly bright. The thunderous roars akin to tigers and leopards emanated from his robust body. His blood flowed like dense mercury, the power of blood and energy surging vigorously like billowing smoke, tearing through the defensive formation of Enchanted Peak, and striked into the sky thousands of miles above.

Without uttering a word, Rune summoned an obsidian blade from thin air using his will power; its keen edge cool against his thumb. With his gaze locked onto the barrier, visualizing its intricate weave and its weak points be spoken, "By the wild heart within me," his voice a low, resonant hum, "and the strength of my pack, I offer myself to break this binding." With a swift, decisive motion, he drew the blade across his palm. A sharp sting, then a bead of crimson blood welled up, a physical conduit for his intent. He pressed his bleeding palm directly against the shimmering surface of the barrier.

I lifted my bloody finger, placing the blood directly against the glowing rune. ​"Anchor. Activation. True Will Command: Redirect power of the Silver Vein, North. Strike the Old Watchtower! Destroy the Shadow Cult Heart!" I roared, throwing my own body against the rock, pressing the activated Anchor rune directly against the shimmering silver vein. ​The world shattered in a flash of blinding, incandescent blue.

“Their weak point is the rune on their chests! Strike it!” I blinked through the haze of pain. I slashed at the nearest one, aiming for the rune, and the beast shrieked before collapsing into ash. I looked at Lyria, astonished. “How did you…?” “I just remembered an old record from my clan,” she shouted. “They can’t survive without the runes binding their power!” And just like that, the tide began to turn. Our warriors fought with renewed strength, aiming for their chests. When the last of the beasts fell, the Eclipsed Moon Alpha roared through the mess. “You think you can win this war?” His eyes gleamed with malice. “You’ve merely delayed the inevitable.”

"I'm questioning how." My breath caught. "What do you mean?" He leaned forward, and I automatically pressed back against the headboard. "You're an omega, Irene. The weakest of all the wolves. And those girls were betas.” His voice dropped lower. "So tell me. How did you beat them so badly that even I'm impressed?" My heart was pounding loudly now, I was very certain that he could hear it. I swallowed hard, sweat trickling down my back. "I… I just-” My mind raced, searching desperately for an explanation. "Adrenaline? Fear? I don't know, I just reacted to-”

"I thought it had been destroyed." "It cannot be destroyed," Mercy answered. "It only waits." As everyone approached, the runes slowly awakened, one by one. Each represented a virtue: *Courage, Compassion, Wisdom, Hope, Mercy, Sacrifice, Love.* Finally... an eighth rune blazed brighter than all the others: *Harmony.* Aiden instinctively stepped backward as the rune pulsed, almost as though recognizing him. "No..." he whispered. "I'm just... a kid." The Moon Goddess smiled. "I know."

“Amy?” I reached out and snagged her hand. “His rune is a rune called the quickening. It’s to enhance a wolf’s power by feeding them an extra boost. It was used in battles of old. To give a pack the leg up if they had lower ranked members or fewer numbers.” She nodded. “But his was poisoned.” Her fingers tightened on mine. “What does that mean?” Her question was soft. Rick grabbed her other hand. “It doesn’t matter.” He leaned into her but she pulled away so she could look at him.

She could feel the dark presence within the blade stirring, urging her forward. As she came to the center of the rune, Clara raised the sword tall over her head, centering all her will on the shining image. The edge started to shine brighter, its light blending with the rune, illuminating the entire chamber. The Ascendant's giggling stopped abruptly, its eyes narrowing because it realized what Clara was attempting to do. “No!” it hissed, its voice filled with fury. “You will not seal me again!” But it was too late. The rune flared to life and a shockwave of energy burst forward from the floor, spreading out in a culminating circle. The Ascendant shouted in seethe as the wave of light passed

Her shadow stretched across the floor — wrong, enormous, rippling with wings and teeth and something serpentine. Her voice trembled for the first time. “Please… hurry…” Her hand spasmed. “Before they decide for you.” The ground lurched violently. Under their feet, the earth cracked. Not randomly. The crack made a shape. A rune. A chosen rune. A Rune of Sacrifice. Auren recognized it instantly and screamed: “KAEL—DON’T STAND IN—” The rune flared. Kael was trapped inside its boundaries. Light roared around him like a cage snapping shut.