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--- GREYTECH Private Bunker – Lily’s War Room Far away, in a secure, black-glass chamber of the GREYTECH network, Lily’s team was finalizing preparations. Holographic maps shimmered across the room, casting light over faces set in grim determination. Witches, warlocks, Lycans, and rogue agents—all had answered her call. The insignia of her network gleamed on their armor: silver branches over twin moons, a symbol that had become synonymous with both fear and hope.

“I will take you to him.” The woman nodded, turning her eyes on the pack of wolves, who stood up and circled closer. She dropped her arms and began walking eastwards, and I followed her on legs that barely felt like my own. As the wind blew her hair aside, I noticed a tattoo on her back in the shape of a snake slithered around a silver pentagram, its head black and its body red.

“Or am I not allowed to call you that anymore?” “Let’s work back to the nicknames. The indecisiveness you both have about being friends with me has given me emotional whiplash. The tattoos seem to be an addition to the spell, but only for you five. I got a matching one, too.” I hold up my wrist showing the cuff I now have with a crescent moon layer as the outer edges, quarter moon bands just inside that, then half moon bands with a full moon band in the center. As I look at mine, the moons get progressively bigger, like the full moons are closer to me. “None of the warriors got a tattoo to go with their protection bracelet.” “How many times have you done this spell?” “

I smiled, though my body trembled slightly with unease. He smirked, his eyes darkening as he sauntered towards me. Slowly, he reached out, invading my space. My gaze drifted to his chest, where intricate tattoos sprawled across his skin, half of his left chest completely inked. There was a large python coiled menacingly, its fangs bared as if ready to strike. Surrounding it were other symbols—a bleeding dagger, an intricate skull wrapped in thorns, and a blood moon rising behind them all. The ink seemed almost alive, dark and haunting, like it held secrets too dangerous to reveal. I had seen something like this before. The imagery was disturbing, almost as if he were part of some secretive c

The dark blue ink felt like blood seeping across the paper. Vardan took the paper back with a satisfied expression. "Smart." The man moved forward as if to touch Sora’s cheek. Reflexively, Sora threw up his hand to block him. The sudden jerk caused the mallet in his hand to slip, striking Vardan’s exposed wrist. Vardan’s black sleeve shifted slightly from the impact. There, etched into his golden skin, was a small, hyper-detailed tattoo. A howling wolf with a single falling-star eye. The true mark of the Kaldreon clan. Sora’s blood turned to ice instantly.

In my haze of grief I realised my wolf was confused, everything looked different. The moon was bleeding, and the light in the sky had turned red. The world was crying. A huge blast erupted and far away we could see a huge blazing fire. Places were burning, people were burning. The moon was burning down the world, back to ashes. Just like I had wanted it to. I knew I was doing this, commanding the world to die like i was feeling inside I didn't know how he got so close that I didn't perceive him, even my wolf was weak to his stealth and control. He was right there before we realised he was.

The four types of tattoos were the Alpha tattoo, the Beta tattoo, the Zeta tattoo, and the member tattoo. My tattoo had seven moons at the top of my back with two versions of the Helm of Awe on each shoulder blade. In the middle of my back was Yggdrasil, the tree of life with a wolf head coming out of the roots. Finally, below the wolf and running down my spine was my name in Old Norse. In the middle of Yggdrasil’s branches, the Alpha sign of our pack was cleverly blended in.

I walked through its doors, down a seemingly endless aisle lined with the royal advisors, the guard—including Jordan—and the royal family, who stood closest to the reverend at the steps. I stopped at the base of the steps while the reverend recited ancient words. Then I knelt as he descended to me, continuing the incantation until the needle touched my skin. It was just like any other tattoo—the sting of a needle striking again and again into the flesh of my neck. I already knew what it would be: I had seen the crest many times before. A black shield edged in crimson, crowned with silver and obsidian points shaped like crescents. At its heart, a silver moon cradled a black wolf with its head

From the path ahead, his eyes got settled on the tattoo etched on his right backhand glowing at his fullest indicating that the power coursing in his veins got activated and showed up to beat the curse of death that the forest is known for. It was a blue colored tattoo of the growling wolf, showing off his fangs whose eyes revealed the cut-throat rage that was buried in them. Inside the blue outlined growling werewolf was a human skeleton head and the upper body that glowed golden in color. On the inner border of the blue colored outline of the wolf, something was written in capital format inked in red color. The capital words spelled RED RIVER. All the three elements, the wolf outline, the

I said while fiddling my fingers. "You do not have to thank me. I'd happily eliminate every last one of those cowards from the entire region," he said tightly. I noticed his jaw was set and couldn't help but take in his features. His black hair feathered across his eyebrows and I watched as he ran his hand through it to brush it away from his eyes. His full lips were set in a frown as if he was picturing eliminating the witch hunters in his mind. I also noticed the tattoo that ran from his neck and down to his shoulder. The abstract design framed a triple goddess moon symbol with a dagger that impaled the inner circle. This brought my thoughts back to the night before and Tor's magnificent p