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The witches. "Noo," Kelly's father releases the loudest roar I have ever heard, and the ground beneath starts to shake. I guess it's war.

"The murderer's daughter, coincidentally showing up at the exact pack where her father committed his crimes, planting listening devices everywhere. What are the odds of that being innocent?" "Astronomical," I agreed with false pleasantness. "Almost like fate brought me here for a reason." His eyes flashed bright, dangerous gold—wolf rising dangerously close to the surface. "Fate has got a sick, twisted sense of humor then." "Does it not just," I murmured. The crowd around us had grown significantly thicker, pressing closer like vultures sensing a dying wolf. I could feel their excitement crackling in the air, their hunger for blood and scandal and drama.

“Because there’s nothing to find. She’s gone.” At that, he looked up, sharp eyes pinning me in place. “Don’t lie to me.” I swallowed, holding his gaze. “I’m not. If she were here, we would know.” His mouth twisted. “You forget what’s at stake, boy. If that Lunaris girl sets foot in our world, everything we’ve built will collapse. The Council will tear us apart. Do you understand?” His voice rose, thundering against the stone walls. I kept my stance rigid, even though my wolf clawed inside me, furious at every word. She’s mine. She’s alive. She’s not a threat—

She doesn't even wait for me to get out before opening her door and standing tall, looking at the front of the club with curiosity. “You look disappointed.” She glances at me as if surprised I called her out for the emotion visible on her face and lifts a shoulder. “I expected more, I guess.” That seems like a reasonable enough response, and I know it in my head. Club Red may not look like much on the outside, but that is a dangerous stance to take because the club isn’t about what's going on at the facade, it's about what's happening within. “Always dangerous to judge a book by its cover.”

And the ones swallowed by angry red flames. For a moment, I could almost see it. People running. Children screaming. Mothers calling for their babies. Warriors shifting and fighting battles they had no chance of winning. Then the screams became real. Not memories. Not imagination. I heard them in my mind. I heard the desperate cries as fire licked fur, flesh, and bones. I saw the cruelty in the eyes of the attackers, no mercy written on their faces whatsoever. I tasted cinders and ashes on my tongue. My breath caught as everything became overwhelmingly too powerful for me. I spun around and realized I was still alone in the middle of the ruins,

I was still naked, covered in their cum and the sweat of battle, my body trembling from the mix of adrenaline and lingering pleasure. Sarah stood in the doorway, watching with a dark smile. “You survived,” she said softly. “But the Club always finds a way to reclaim what it wants. Victor has something special planned for you. A new game.” Damien pulled me against his chest, his hand sliding down to cup my cum-leaking pussy possessively. “Then we’ll play it on our terms,” he said coldly. Elias stepped forward, holding an ornate black invitation with a wax seal. “The Club is offering a temporary truce,” he explained. “A historical immersion event. They want you to participate in a multi-night

“Camelot doesn't play. If they’ve sent a specialist, we’re in for a long winter. Did she give you a name?” “No name. Just a reputation for being a ghost.” “Well,” Julian says, gesturing toward the pulsing entrance of Club Ombra. “Even ghosts need to get a drink somewhere. Let’s go find him.” The club is a sensory assault. Purple and deep crimson lights spill over the floors, polished to look like liquid obsidian. The air is thick with the scent of expensive gin and sweat. Girls in cages dance above the crowd, their movements synchronized to a beat that feels like a physical punch to my chest.

"Okay, so what club is this?" Playing a game alone with a girl? Now this was coming off as some kind of kinky setup, but Charlotte radiates no aura of temptation. She was more like a honed knife, sharp enough that if you lose, it might cost you your life. Where did that rom-com atmosphere go? This turned to a gambling apocalypse! "There're no other club members?" "No." she replies. Could you still have a club without any members? I got serious doubts about that. Honestly, there are no hints..

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