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It stepped forward, and the air trembled with its weight. The Alpha spirit wolf. The others backed away as it approached, lowering themselves until their forms melted into the soil, leaving only the massive shadow Alpha standing. It looked at Serena. And then—it spoke. Its voice was like mountains breaking, like the crack of bone under the weight of centuries. “Thief.” Serena staggered, her shadows faltering. “What?”

Just as they were about to pounce, the thief suddenly straightened up and turned around, his eyes wide with fear as he spotted the two formidable wolves closing in on him. "Please, don't hurt me!" he pleaded, his voice trembling. Leori and Adonis exchanged glances, both seeing the fear in the thief's eyes. They could sense that he was desperate and possibly driven to stealing out of necessity. "We don't want to hurt you," Leori said in a calm voice. "But you must understand that you've trespassed into our territory. We cannot allow that."

Clawed fingers wrapped around my throat, yanking me up off the ground. I choked, gasping as my feet left the floor, my bound hands useless. "You're a thief," Darius hissed, his voice a growl. "But you are not just a thief, are you? You’ve taken something more than mere gold, more than trinkets." I struggled, thrashing in his grip, but his hold was like iron. His words came out in a snarl, each one laced with anger. "Not someone like you. Weak. Helpless."

The cover felt strangely warm under his fingertips, bound in what his wolf recognized immediately as wolfskin. This should disgust me, he thought. But his hands were already opening the book. The first page bore a warning in faded ink: "Beware the bond that cannot be broken, for it will remake both hunter and hunted." Nathan's pulse hammered in his throat. He shouldn't be here. He should— A floorboard creaked upstairs. Nathan snapped the book shut and tucked it under his arm. Decision made. He'd steal it if he had to. Whatever this was, he needed to know.

“A gift! We didn’t steal it, we swear!” I scoff quietly. Liars. The warrior’s smirk vanishes. In a blur of movement, he unsheathes his sword and swings. The rogue doesn’t even have time to scream before his head is severed from his body. It falls to the ground with a sickening thud and rolls—straight to my feet. A gasp escapes my lips before I can stop it. Silence. The warriors freeze. The remaining rogues break into panicked cries. “W-We lied! It’s not ours! We stole it! It belongs to someone else!”

“Let me make it right this time, I swear I’ll never see Sylvia again. I’ll cut all ties with her. I’ll take care of you. I’ll repay everything I owe you.” Another vow. I thought back to all his vows these three years — “I’ll spend more time with you.” “I won’t neglect you for Sylvia again.” “I’ll cherish our pup.” Every oath, shattered by his own hands. “Chisel,” I said, bitter laughter in my voice, “you’ve sworn so many promises I’ve lost count. Do you really think I still believe you?” “This time I mean it! Leah, believe me!” He was sobbing now, raw with regret.

She stammered, “Matthew, she is just trying to destroy what we have. Please… don’t believe her.” However, Matthew had survived too many battles in the business world. He knew she was lying. I signaled the guards to release him. He sank to the floor, drained. He looked at me with a complicated expression like he wanted to say something, but no words came out. “That’s all about it. The two of you can wait for the court summons.” “Oh, and to everyone who attended this auction. Your recordings of exploiting underage girls and organizing group debauchery have all been documented. I’ll be handing those to the police, too.”

With forbidden knowledge. It was almost indecently thrilling. I pulled the nearest volume toward me and opened it. The pages were brittle, edges browned with age. The script was cramped but surprisingly elegant, some sections in fading ink, others in more recent, sharper strokes where later scribes had added notes. I scanned headings. “Pact of the Seven Rivers—Alpha Thorne of Redclaw and the Water‑Binder Witches.” “Blood Price of the Crescent War.” “On the Folly of Binding Wolves to Moon Sorcerers.”

He gripped my wrist so hard I almost cried out. His eyes locked onto mine. For a second, I saw a spark of gold in his obsidian pupils. “I know what you are, Weaver,” the voice whispered in my mind. I froze. My magic flared, the golden light under my skin screaming in fear. He knew. He knew I was a fraud. He knew I was a commoner from the slums. I tried to pull away, but he leaned closer, his stone lips brushing against my ear. “If you want your brother to live, you will play your part. But if you try to run, I will turn you into dust myself.”

"Do you hear yourself? I was the one who brought you here. I'm the person closest to you here. It's fine if everyone else betrays you, but if even I don't stand in front of you, then what kind of friend am I? "Don't say anything else. We're dealing with this together." The police didn't stay any longer. They prepared to take my friend and me away for questioning. But the moment we stepped outside, Ethan, who had been silent the entire time, suddenly stepped forward. "This has nothing to do with her. The money was transferred by me." The atmosphere instantly froze. Mia reacted first. She hurriedly grabbed Ethan. "Ethan, what are you talking about?" She quickly smiled at the police. She then t