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Sundown passed. I lost. “Do it,” I say. Wrath closes his eyes. “Yes, Mother.” He leaves. Draven and I stay. Silent. Mates. Enemies. The war for Duskbane starts now. And I’m on the wrong side of the door.

Sora growled. Sora pressed Aidan’s arm against the wall until his sibling’s bone snapped with a sickening *crack*. His silver eyes glowed with an ice-cold hatred, ready to tear apart anything that had ever tried to control his life. Vardan stood behind him, staring at his hybrid’s back with a mixture of pride and horror. Their bond was now permanent, sealed with blood, pain, and a transformation that could never be reversed. The great war had just begun, and Sora was the storm that would destroy everything.

Zara Lovegrove Moonclaw "I blush," I whisper, my cheeks turning completely hot. "It is a truly great story... My inner wolf can feel so much heat between the main characters." And for a tiny minute, my mind pretended I was the thick heroine in the pages, and Theo was the massive Alpha King holding me tight. I wanted to live out my wildest royal warrior fantasy right then and there. "I am glad my wolf did not pick a terrible scroll for you to read," Theo says, his deep voice echoing in the quiet bedroom.

“This sounds like something I want to hear about. C'mon, spill.” “Well, it could happen,” Julia said. “I told you that stuff in the astral plane can affect the real world sometimes.” “This was in the dream world, not the astral.” Julia shrugged, an ineffectual action over the phone. “Shit happens,” she said. “You have unusual talent, be careful with it. I'd imagine if you can create the marks on her body, you can also fix them in the dream and she won't have them when she wakes up.”

I whisper hoarsely, Fenir rises violently, mine ,mine,mine. The bond wasn’t new, it was stolen buried amd destroyed And now it's awake and filled with anger and despair, something so sacred that was desecrated. I stagger to my feet as my bones tremble under pressure of the shift. My eyes blaze gold. And before I can't control it, the sound tears out a howl, raw and agonizing. A howl of war, the sound explodes through the dormitory, and glass shatters all around. Windows crack and burst outward as the force vibrates through the wall.

“You, you can’t do that. That ritual is forbidden, it’s—” “Necessary,” Malachai finished. “The war that would have been prevented by your union with Seraphina will now happen because of your selfishness. Frostfang will demand retribution for the insult. Blood will be spilled. And we will not have the wolf who caused it all walking free among us.” “But Seraphina doesn't even want this!” I was shouting now, my voice drenched in desperatation. “She told me herself—she has no interest in me, in any of this! You’re starting a war over something neither of us want!”

“I’ll do anything! Please don’t—” His words turned into an agonizing scream as I pressed the glowing brand to the side of his neck. The smell of burning flesh filled the air as he writhed on the floor. I pulled the brand away, leaving an angry red “W” seared into his skin. Jake stood, his face sour. “You’re hereby stripped of your prospect status and banished from Warriors territory. If we ever see your face around here again, you won’t get off so easy. Understand?”

‘He touched what's ours,’ He snarls again. ‘He didn't touch her. He just talked to her.’ ‘He was too close and too interested.’ I can't even argue with that. Warren's interest in Kaidora is going to be a problem. I saw it in his eyes, that calculating look he gets when he's found a new toy to play with. Except Kaidora isn't a toy, and this isn't a game. Even if she is just pretending to be my mate, even if this whole thing is fake, the thought of Warren anywhere near her makes my blood boil with fury, which doesn't make sense.

Damien Perspective The cold night air burned against my skin as I shifted back into my human form, my wolf reluctantly retreating. My warriors, Beta Ethan and Delta Mason, stood behind me, their breaths heavy from the long hours of running. The war was over, and we had won. One of my men handed me a neatly folded set of clothes, and I quickly put them on. The first rays of the sun began to creep over the horizon, bathing the pack in soft golden light. 6 AM. I exhaled deeply, my mind already drifting away from the battlefield. My thoughts no longer lingered on the bloodshed or the victory. Only one thing—one person—occupied my mind. Seraphina. My mate. A slow smirk curled on my lips as I stro

With that in mind, Fane was already next to Alfred, shielding Alfred behind him. He looked at the warrior from Sacred Water Continent coldly. That warrior smirked at Fane. "You know him? He's a warrior from Hestia Continent too? That's great then. I'll deal with you two together. If not for the slaughter game, you wouldn't be worth ten million spirit crystals. You should thank the slaughter game for your value!" The warrior was basically calling Fane and Alfred trash. Alfred was already used to it. He had been chased by that person the whole time and had heard various things that person said.