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I winked before running off. I was over this conversation already. It was boring. Liam was too easy to read and too easy to mess with. As much as I would enjoy bugging him all day, I have better things to do. I raced to the vampire den, grabbing a bag of warm elf blood. I drank it like a juice box. Elf’s blood tastes the sweetest, so it’s by far the most popular pick. On days the sun hides behind dark gray clouds, the elves are usually the first to be bitten. “I thought you left.” Casse noticed me first. I hadn’t expected her to still be down here..

I didn't answer I just walked past them to the center of the room. I exhaled slowly, rolling my shoulders, pushing out the last of the tension still clinging to me. "What do we have?" Trevor didn't hesitate. He walked to a desk, holding up a few sheets of paper. "Our scouts confirmed an exact location. Shadow Blood pack, it's on the coast of the Northern District. A stronghold. It’s the base." Trevor read out. The prisoner didn't lie. Atleast now we had an exact location. Nothing was standing between me and my sweet revenge.

Shadows of Destiny The courtyard of Darkfang Keep was a graveyard of silence, the air thick with the metallic tang of blood and the faint hum of the relic still clutched in Elara’s hands. The loyalists’ bodies lay scattered across the stones, their rebellion snuffed out in the shadow of the blood moon. Its crimson light throbbed overhead, a heartbeat in the sky that quickened Aria’s own pulse. She held Rollan close, his tiny frame pressed against her, his soft whimpers cutting through the stillness. Then it came—a howl, low and mournful, rising from the earth itself. The ground trembled beneath their feet, and the torches lining the walls sputtered, casting frantic shadows that danced like s

They had no choice. The trio pressed forward, weaving through the gnarled forest under the blood-red moon’s ominous glow. The trees whispered dark secrets in an ancient tongue, shadows stretching long and sinister. The amulet in Saraphina’s hand glimmered faintly, a fragile beacon against the encroaching darkness. “Where is this ritual?” Sarah asked, voice trembling. Elara pointed ahead to a clearing barely visible through the dense branches. “The Hollow’s Heart the ancient altar where the bloodline’s vow was first made.”

His mouth doesn't move, but I can hear his voice, loud and clear. “Your last supper!” I spit, my eyes darting around expectantly but no one comes. He releases a low growl before lunging for me, claws swiping at the air, aimed at my chest. I turn on my heels and race down the alley, hissing in pain as his claws meet the skin on my back. “Just a few drops of your blood, and my senses feel sharpened,” He lets out a low growl, and I hear him lunge for me again.

They follow the same path we took. But that's not possible. I killed that thing. I watched it die. Unless... I follow tracks higher. They lead to flat spots. Good view of the whole valley. More stuff here. Dirt moved around. Broken branches. And blood. Dark blood. Almost black. Still wet. "Oh hell." "What is it?" Elara climbs up. "We need to go. Now." "Why?" I show her blood. "Because it's not dead." Her face goes white. "How?"

“Unless you have something valuable. Something they need.” “I have nothing they need.” “Not yet. But you could.” She took out a small bottle of dark liquid. “Shadow Wolf blood. Saved before she died. Very rare and very valuable.” Victor stared at it. “Where did you get that?” “From the Beast, before it disappeared. Just a few drops mixed with its essence.” Morgana spoke calmly. “This blood can be used to make weapons or strengthen magic. The Council would pay a lot for it.” “Or they’d kill me for having it.”

It wasn't a kind smile. “I didn't lose anything.” My voice was steady. Quiet. The calm of someone who had died, crossed the underworld, made a deal with its lord, and ridden a dragon through a blizzard to reach this moment. “I'm getting Darien back. And I'm killing the witch.” The dark elf's silver eyes bulged. Her mouth worked around words that couldn't escape the grip on her throat. To my left, a whimper.

“I have come to deliver a declaration of war!” “One month from today, we shall meet in the Frozen Forest. Bring your moonlight power, and come for me in the Abyss. If you refuse, I will turn every living thing on this continent into offerings for the Dark Wolf King.” As his words ended, the blood-colored phantom shattered completely, turning into a shower of blood that fell over the ruins. A thick stench of blood lingered in the air. Fear spread among the hundred thousand spectators like a plague. “The Dark Blood are marching here!”“We’re doomed…”