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“I’m waiting.” He held his hands up defensively. “Okay, Okay, easy.” He ran a hand through his blonde locks and stared up at the ceiling for a moment before continuing. “I didn’t want to tell you because you’re leaving and it’s not your concern... but... in four days Landon is stepping down as Alpha and they’re holding a contest. Rune and I are competing.” In Blackwater, the Alpha of the pack wasn’t determined by some birthright, but by the strength and worthiness of the wolf. Only the most powerful and most honorable was allowed to lead the pack to glory.

Tony Kaymaer roared, a sound that made me cover my ears in pain as it reverberated through the empty battle planet. His form contorted as he grew larger. He was now bony, his skin stretched across his lanky frame. His skin was obsidian black, absorbing all light that came into contact with it. The three shards fused, into one bigger one and went through his chest. The amount of energy he was releasing was so large, that it felt oppressive. I felt dizzy already and looked beside me to see Míriel unconscious. Zeus sat back, regrowing his arm and watching the battle that was about to unfold.

"Victor is up there fighting metal with teeth. Move!" Outside, a massive shadow blotted out the sun. Victor, in his full black-wolf form, launched from the top of the clock tower. He was a four-hundred-pound blur of muscle and rage. He collided with a drone mid-air, his jaws locking onto the titanium wing-strut. The screech of tearing metal vied with his guttural snarl. With a violent jerk of his neck, he ripped the wing clean off. The drone spiraled, screaming, into the treeline.

Noel crushed the enemies who stood there, giving a way for the three queens to pass in an instant. His new appearance shook everyone who saw it. Unlike his humanoid figure covered with a dark veil, he has now transformed into a giant black panther – more powerful and more agile than they have ever seen before. His feline-like eyes tantalize with devilish aura as both dark and white colors mixes, corrupts those who seek to destroy him. His razor-sharp claws can tear the enemy flesh into pieces, not minding the sturdiness of its target, treating all of them the same.

She was raised in the shadows. He rules the world from the light. But her secret could burn the entire kingdom to the ground. For eighteen years, Nadia Hayes lived like a phantom. Hidden deep inside a secluded cave by her grandmother, she survived on river fish, harsh training, and silent longing. As the last living survivor of the forbidden Blackblood lineage, her existence is a death sentence. Her only crime is the blood in her veins—and her only desire is to know what it feels like to belong. Then, one desperate mistake exposes her secret to the realm. Hunted across enemy territory, Nadia flees to the remnant of her ancestral people, praying for sanctuary. Instead, she finds a clan

Behind him, ten warriors stand like statues, their uniforms neat, their expressions unreadable. Beside him, Alpha Dorian Vex emerges, adjusting the cuffs of his black leather coat. Unlike Elias, Dorian carries an aura of cool confidence rather than brute force. His high cheekbones and sharp, calculating eyes make him appear almost regal. His jet black hair is slicked back, a single silver streak cutting through one side. He wears a fitted black combat suit with a silver wolf emblem stitched over his heart. His ten warriors follow him closely, their matching dark attire giving them a ghostly presence.

My influence stretches across countless packs, including the Dark Moon Pack, the very pack that had humiliated my bloodline. They do not know what is coming. My soldiers are merciless, carrying out my commands without hesitation. Tonight, they will deliver a gift, one I will savor like the finest wine. That pack, once untouchable in its arrogance, will learn the true meaning of fear. Every betrayal, every whisper of treachery, every scar I carry from that night will gather in this moment. When the dust settles, when the screams echo no more, I will stand above it all as Alpha Kael Vorthrane, unbroken, untouchable and unstoppable.

It was different from the others who held the crest of the Blackmoon pack. This letter had a completely different crest. On finally catching a glimpse of the crest on the new letter, Lena gasped. “That sly creature!” She gasped in outrage. I looked in surprise from her outraged face to that of the Gamma who stood with a straight face. “What is this crest?” I asked. “And what does it mean?” I asked, this time turning to our Gamma for an explanation. Lena looked too angry to explain. He answered almost immediately.

A massive black creature crouched in the clearing, its body heaving, claws drenched in blood, eyes glowing like hellfire. It was not fully wolf. Not fully man. Something worse. Something cursed. Something monstrous. Her breath caught. Because even before she saw the caption— even before the camera zoomed just enough for the shape of him to become unmistakable— she knew. Draven. The words beneath the video blurred for a second before her eyes refocused. BLACKWOOD ALPHA EXPOSED CURSED MONSTER UNFIT TO LEAD HOW MANY HAVE DIED TO PROTECT HIS SECRET? Violetta’s fingers went numb.

A low, resonant sound pulsed through the air. The Alpha’s deep, controlled breathing as it rumbled from his elongated muzzle. Each breath was heavy, echoing ominously around him. His sharp fangs were fully visible, glinting coldly as they caught the pale moonlight. Black fur blanketed the massive form of Villion, so dark it seemed to consume the shadows around him. “Villion. You have quite the courage to charge in here all by yourself... You are truly desperate.. perhaps you have come here fully prepared to throw your life away.”