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From past histories, the previous Blue Bloods weren’t able to overcome all the challenges they faced from the moment they were discovered before they were eventually killed. *** Lorel Unbelievable!!! What will cost him to tell me the reason why I became a target of the Vampire Prince? Vampire Prince…. Is that even real? Do they even exist? I find everything he just told me difficult to believe. I mean who would believe such a thing. If I hadn’t seen him in his Lycan form, I would have thought he was insane. “You are back.” I heard my mum’s voice as I entered our family’s house thereby drawing me out of my thoughts.

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 2 "𝐴 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑..... 𝐴 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑚𝑎𝑛..... 𝐴 𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑐ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘..." Katherine That organ in my body that pumps blood and keeps my whole blood warm somersaulted and I took a step back. Alexander Tyrone leaned on the door in all his glory.

Its label was simple, deliberate: The Foundation Ledger. “We’re changing the mission,” she said. “The Old Guard is a ghost now—but the people they hurt are still real. We stop hunting shadows for a moment. We start building. Schools. Clinics. Shelters. The promises we made.” She met their eyes, steady and certain. “We prove that Phoenix isn’t just a fire that burns. It’s the heat that keeps people alive.” The war wasn’t over. Liam was still out there. The remnants of the Jaguar Network still whispered in the dark.

Not anymore. The office smelled of leather and smoke. The shelves were too neat, which made it easier to spot the lie. There was a false bottom in the lowest drawer. I pried it up. Inside it was a leather-bound ledger, with cracked edges and stiff pages. On the last page was: “Blood for crown. Not by battle.” The words made my stomach twist. The page smelled faintly of iron and ash and old blood. At the bottom was a line in our father’s handwriting.

“She’s the one who left me the clue about Delphinium . She’s one of us.” The room went still. Xavier’s voice was rough when he finally spoke. “Then we find her. Before Carl does.” I clenched my fists, staring at the sea of stolen names, each one a scar etched into history. This wasn’t just my war anymore. It was all of ours. And the Blood Ledger was our very own battle map.

Could this be where the answers lay hidden? I stepped inside carefully, closing the door behind me. The air was thick with the scent of aged paper and must, and I could almost hear whispers of a time long past. I scanned the shelves and noticed a collection of leather-bound journals and faded documents in a language I didn’t immediately understand. My eyes caught on one large, heavy ledger with ornate gold lettering on its cover. The title read simply “The Legacy of the Bloodhound Pack.” My hands trembled as I opened it, and I began to read.

"Sign the papers, Bianca. Stop making this difficult." The Judge shoved a stack of vellum across the cold slate desk. Each page was topped with the Vane crest, but the ink was a dark, crusty brown. Dried blood. The "Blood Ledger" wasn't just a record of debts; it was a lineage of stolen power. "I'm not signing shit until you tell me why Arthur is in a cage," Bianca snapped. She stood in the center of the Judge’s reinforced study, the air smelling of ozone and old dust. Her fingers trembled, hidden in the folds of her ruined robe.

They walked me straight to the living room. Dominic went straight for the drawer, he slammed the old family ledger on the table with a heavy thud. "This is the blood oath our father made before he died. We need you to understand why we can't let you go. Why this isn't about the contract anymore." I stood in the middle of the living room staring at the worn out leather book like it was a bomb ready to explode. I was still trying to recover from the shock of the ultrasound result and now this.

Azriel stepped forward, gritting his teeth as he visibly sided with Horace for the first time ever. After a tense pause that stretched on forever, servants were summoned with quick, authoritative gestures. The massive Blood Ledger was brought out carefully, carried with reverence on a velvet draped tray. Signatures happened one by one, each name scratched into the ledger with gritted teeth and murderous stares exchanged across the polished table. Horace signed last and then he closed the massive book with a decisive thud. Without hesitation, Horace grabbed my hand firmly, his grip and headed straight for the exit, announcing loudly to the entire room, “We’re leaving immediately.”

"They mentioned the Mercado family, and the ledgers, and the history you’re trying to bury. I’m tired of playing a part in a play I haven't read the script for. Tell me what is happening." Dante finally turned. His shirt was unbuttoned at the neck, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He looked like a man who had been fighting a war for decades and was finally starting to lose. He held the ledger out. It was bound in cracked, dark leather, smelling of damp earth and something metallic—something that reminded Lily of the back alleys of the district where she grew up. "You want the truth?" Dante asked. "The truth isn't a story about a girl who was saved. It’s a story about a ledger that never