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Chapter 170 – The Blood Tristan Carries Tristan’s POV The words spoken by the Mother remained inside my head long after her presence disappeared. Your father carries the blood of the one who betrayed me. I had heard the truth before. I had known that my blood was different. I had discovered that the original betrayer's blood had survived through generations and that it had eventually entered my family, but knowing something existed inside my ancestry was very different from standing beneath the Sacred Forest and hearing the Mother herself confirm that the blood belonged to me.

The only sound was the hammering of her own heart. Helena was alone. Miles from her village. Trapped and injured. The enemy stood before her, the one she had been raised to hate. It was always them or us. She forced herself not to think of the warriors it had taken to bring down a single vampire in the past. She would fight until her last breath. If this was the end, then so be it. But he didn’t attack. Instead, his gaze dropped to the trap clamped around her leg. Slowly—so impossibly slowly—he raised his hands, palms open in a sign of surrender.

My fingers wrapped around the heavy spine, and I pulled it out into the lantern light. The Bloodline Registers. I blew a light dusting of gray soot off the cover, my hands shaking so violently I could barely unbuckle the iron strap. I flipped the cover open. Pages of dense, elegant handwriting filled the parchment with names, dates, birthrights, and crude red stamps denoting those who had been executed or exiled. I turned the pages frantically, my eyes scanning the script. Vane... Thorne... Sterling... "You're looking in the wrong century, Malia."

Elena Amid that impenetrable darkness, there was no glimmer of light, not even the faintest spark. It was an abyss, an unending sea of obsidian, gripping me in its inescapable vice. The claws of this darkness were dangerous, scary, and strange. Then, a glimmer, a beacon in that sea of shadows—I saw it. My room, nestled in a forgotten corner, bathed in the gentle glow of two lamps. My old room, a sanctuary I'd occupied before my world changed, before I was reduced to a slave, marked with a sinister and damning moniker—the Traitor's Daughter.

But I can't hide things forever so, I will reveal the truth to her. "Oh you're talking about that cure? Yes there is a cure. You know what is it? It's the blood of Albino people," I heard Lucia gasped. I did not react to that but rather continue on informing her. "That's why the capital, and the King are eager to get your twins. People are calling them witches. People are out to drain their blood, Lucia. The reason why the King knows about it is because there's a book about that"

"They are testing loyalty. A traitor is revealed beneath every attack. Whoever is too quick to react is exposed. Silence follows. I study her closely. She’s no longer afraid. She’s focused. You are telling me that this was set up to drain people out, I say. "Yes," she answers. Somebody is cleaning up your house. I can feel something clinging to me. She is right. The trend becomes evident as soon as you look at it. My men missed it as they were seeking blood, not evidence. Thou art not useless, Marco mumbles. She looks him over. "I never was."

Sena was stationed at the east wall with a tray of her own; she looked appropriately demure and kept her eyes fixed on her feet, speaking to nobody. A quick exchange of glances confirmed she knew what we were doing; the silent pact was made that Vessa would endure her opinions later. Bram beamed from his position at the head of the table. His toast was one of the two offered in the span of the first hour, but the second, much longer speech, focused on the subject of bloodlines, legacy, and the Ironfang Pack's future. The wolves raised their cups, and the resonance of the cheer echoed throughout the hall while I stood at its periphery with my tray and my prearranged face, my father's precise

AYRA’S POV: Betrayal feels like blood is oozing out of every pore in your body pricking like a needle at every inch and never leave you with a relief but a trauma. I was more concerned about as I cried when I asked him if Sabrina was part of his plan or not.

"The witch's potion can neutralize the venom for a while. Sophia is thinking straight at the moment, and she'd never lie." I decided to simply stop arguing. I tried to leave, but it was obvious that the pack wouldn't let me go so easily. Someone fully transformed into their wolf form and bared their claws before lunging at me. "Don't let this traitor get away!" Blood soaked through my clothes as the attacks from the pack came from all sides. "Kill this traitor who betrayed the pack!" I fought back with everything I had, but the attack still left a deep gash right underneath where my ribs were.

That's why they killed her. Elena felt like the world had stopped. Wasn't Sofia just a victim? Was Sofia investigating? Yes. And so was your father. They both wanted to expose Salvatore. They both died for it. Dante stared at the photograph for a long time. All my life I thought there was a traitor. That someone in the family had killed my father. And it turned out that the traitor was Salvatore. “And you’ve been getting revenge for years,” Elena said. Yes. Dante closed his eyes. Years of killing a man who murdered my father.