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I called out, my voice echoing through the corridors without me even trying. The Beta-Prime appeared, her eyes wide as she saw me. She didn't look at Malachi for orders. She looked at me. “The outer wall is failing,” Kaelen reported, her voice steady despite the terror in her scent. “The Silver-Mercenaries have set up siphons at the base of the cliffs. They’re draining the mountain’s core.” “Let them drain it,” I said, a slow, sharp smile spreading across my face. It was the same smile Kaelen had given me in the pits. “They think they are drinking the marrow of the South. But tonight, they are going to drink the Absolute Frost.”

"Who are you?" "I am the First." "The first what?" "The first Crimson Priestess." My knees nearly buckled. "You carry both bloodlines." "I don't understand." "You will." She lifted her hand. Behind her... The mountain split open. An enormous underground kingdom stretched farther than I could see. Thousands of wolves. Ancient temples. Crystal rivers. Libraries. Gardens growing beneath glowing stones. "This kingdom sleeps." "What kingdom?" "It waits for you." The woman touched my forehead. "When your mate remembers..."

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Stark told to his son. They will go to call their pack who residing at the north side of the Hungry Mountain called the " Red Blood packs". They consist of nine members of lycans and we're trained as an Amazon warrior. They're fast, cruel, and cunning like a scientist. They only aim for one thing during their hunt. To kill their prey no matter what. They fear no one and they weren't afraid of death. They are made to be immortal and sinful. " Tonight with the red blood packs!? But dad, we only aim for my mate so why bring the whole warriors? Is this a big war?" Gerald asked his father. He's not ready to be the prince and he's too weak to meet them.

Or? Master shook her head in annoyance and picked up the next two folders. "Maik, you get the little blonde and Greg, you can have the tall one." One by one, Jilin distributed folders and interns to the venators until only the sun boy was leaning against the wall. "Shea, you have Devin and ..." When she raised her head, her hand half stretched out towards my folder, she frowned. "Where the fuck is Tack?" Sonnyboy shrugged and picked up the folder. "No idea."

Kane sighed, sitting on the other side of Margo. “We’ve put everything in order from least to worst… Between this and Bernard’s other goons we’re gonna need some major help. Machine is reaching out to the other chapters as we speak.” Dex said, dividing the papers up. “What the hell?” Spencer whispered, looking over the first stack. “This is the least? What the hell does the worst look like?” “This.” Margo said, tossing him the file. “You leave this one to me.” “What?” Spencer asked, looking up at her in surprise.

Sylvia shivered, remembering the name of the mercenaries who stood out in the war—the Mercy Mercenaries—a group of elites on par with the kingdom’s best. ‘Just how strong are they? What more can they do?’ ‘Back then, I only thought about getting an extra piece of meat when I invited them to the inn.’ She lowered her head to hide her grinning face. ‘To think I was in the presence of those so-called monsters. Thank you, whatever power brought me back here.’ Sylvia drew in a breath to relax her shoulders. ‘That’s right. It’s better to return here. It’s better to start again.’

The rhythmic, deafening thud of the rowing oars vibrated through my bones, a slow, mechanical march that felt like a countdown. The mercenaries around me cared only for the rising tide, their dwindling meat rations, and the promise of northern gold. They were entirely blind to the fact that the physical space stretching between the ships and the shore was becoming a battlefield of its own, woven together by an ancient, aching destiny.

Chapter 11 — The Enemy Within The northern stronghold rose from the frozen cliffs like a fortress carved from the bones of the earth. Returning riders clattered over the drawbridge, their horses’ flanks steaming in the frigid air. The iron portcullis groaned closed behind them, sealing the gates with a shuddering finality. Eolan swung down from his saddle, the victory of the skirmish already feeling hollow. The mercenaries had scattered into the snow, but the black-clawed banners still haunted his mind. Whoever commanded them had sent a probing strike—a test, not an assault. The real blow was still coming.

“There’s something I need to show you.” Alice frowned as Mira pulled out a small, leather-bound book, its edges worn and stained. She handed it to Alice, her fingers brushing hers—warm, too warm. “My family’s kept this for years. It’s… history. About the packs.” Alice opened it, her hands shaky. The pages were old, filled with cramped writing and strange symbols—circles, crescents, claws. One word jumped out: Hybrid. Her stomach twisted as she read a line: Born of man and moon, the one who carries both bloods shall break or bind the packs.