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"That... that pact was sealed in silence before this world had breath. It was erased." "Erased from your memory, not from ours," Catherine said, stepping to Isabella’s side. Arthur raised a charred parchment. The script on it shimmered with celestial gold. "It was buried beneath the First Altar. This is your law. Your undoing." The Elders stepped back. Isabella raised her voice: "The Founding Pact returns judgment to the people. It allows the broken to vote on the fate of those who made them bleed." Father Michael lit a ceremonial torch. "Let the fire speak truth."

Instead of the hollow sound of wood, I hear a soft click. A compartment opens. Inside lies a black notebook. Untitled, unmarked, just the initials V.M. etched in fading ink. Vittorio Moretti. I open it slowly. No dates. No numbers. Just a list of names, some crossed out, some circled. And beside one name, scrawled in darker ink, two words that make my stomach tighten: Blood Pact. I stare at it, my pulse steady but my hands clenched. Blood Pact. The term my father used for alliances sealed by death, promises that only ended when one party was buried.

And it was the only fuel I needed to get back on track. I pulled out the paper and spread it on the table. It was a document with the seal of the pack on the bottom and Syn’s signature, but other than that I didn’t recognize much so I started reading all of it. “It’s a contract.” Preston says as he watches me and reads it along with me. “You recognize it?” “Vaguely. I’ve seen some in records books or history books. Its an old school contract, one that was made for more than trade or land or something. It’s like a blood oath.”

To the untrained eye, they were indistinguishable, but she, she could see them. That pivotal encounter had revealed that with Reina by his side, he could conquer them all and reclaim his rightful place in hell. With a sigh as weighty as his thoughts, he unfolded from the chair, like a towering silhouette elongating a shadow upon the floor. "Come now, awaken," he murmured softly. His eyes descended upon the document that had lulled her into slumber: "The Pact Between Medeso Company and A&G Entertainment."

The document slipped from his hands and hit the floor with a soft sound. He felt the entire world spinning. Everything felt unreal. He frantically searched through the drawers, desperate to find something that would prove this was all a misunderstanding. Documents were scattered across the floor, but he didn't bother organizing them. Finally, in the bottom drawer, he found the arranged marriage contract from five years ago. Clear terms were written on the yellowed paper. "Contract Duration: Five Years." "The contract expires automatically after five years." Tommaso's trembling fingers traced those words. Each one cut into his heart like a blade.

“Something that binds us together.” Damon looked toward me. “Ivy… you speak for the hybrids. What do you want this pact to say?” My voice caught, but I forced the words out. “I want a world where my daughter doesn’t have to survive. A world where she can simply live.” The room got quiet. Damon reached for my hand. “Then that’s what we’ll build.” Elara retrieved a scroll from her satchel, its edges glowing faintly. “This is the Dawn Pact. Written tonight. Signed under twin moons. Witches, wolves, and hybrids united.”

Now I see that my nephew has finished what I started. He approached Dante. Welcome home, nephew. The real home. The Pact That night, the Morettis signed a pact. It wasn't a pact of power, but of peace. The dirty dealings would be left behind. Those who wanted to remain within the law would have the support of the others. Those who didn't... would be left out. Dante signed first. Elena watched him, her heart full. When he finished, Antonio approached her. Your sister would be proud.

It was a pivotal moment—a turning point in the complex dance of alliances and loyalties. With a satisfying smile, I extended my hand towards Alpha Aaron. The weight of the decision, the unspoken understanding of the challenges that lay ahead, converged in that simple gesture. "It's a pact," I declared, the words carrying the weight of a commitment forged in the crucible of shared adversity. Alpha Aaron, mirroring my resolve, grasped my hand firmly. "It's a pact," he repeated, the echo of our agreement hanging in the air like a shared anthem. The handshake sealed not only an alliance but a promise to stand united against the looming threat of Alpha Draxler.