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“I just got bored.” Her laugh was a harsh bark. “Mercy’s a luxury. One you can’t afford.” The wind shifted, carrying the stink of her—juniper smoke, iron, old blood. The others fanned out behind her, silent. A boy with a melted ear. A woman missing two fingers. A man whose face was a patchwork of frostbite scars. “What do you want?” I asked. “Your hands.” She held hers out, palms up. They were calloused, crisscrossed with scars. “Hands that slit Hjalmar’s throat. Hands that carved curses into your skin. Hands that remember.”

It had the old-fashioned rhythm of the ancient times. The rusty glove yanked her up flinging her onto a narrow damp shelf of obsidian. Elara hit hard, her breath exploding from her lungs. She rolled onto her side, her fingers tightening around the silver vial. The gold sovereign blood inside pulsed violently casting ripples of light across the ceiling.

The emissary brought a finger. I stood in the main hall as the messenger from Jax Thorn arrived, flanked by two guards. The pack was gathered in tense silence, every eye fixed on the newcomer. Rhydian stood tall beside me, his hand resting protectively on my shoulder. The emissary carried a small wooden box, ornate and polished, the kind used for sending messages of great significance. He opened it in front of everyone with a theatrical flourish. Elio's severed finger lay inside. The original Blackmoor mate ring was still on it, the gold glinting in the torchlight.

Something small, heavy, and wet dropped out of the overhead drainage pipe, landing with a soft, sickening thud in the mud right between my boots. I looked down, my breath catching in my throat. It was a severed human finger. And wrapped around the bloody, mangled bone was the heavy, gold-trimmed royal signet ring of the Vega bloodline. Malakai's ring. "Well, well, well," a low, gravelly voice hissed from the absolute blackness inside the drainage conduit.

He gritted his teeth and picked up the scalpel again. Just as I sighed in relief, his phone rang with a call from Giselle.

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.

I traced one finger over the ink and felt fresh anger rise hot in my throat. “We use the gift from Elowen,” I decided as I looked up at them. “The shimmering moonstone dust Mira mixed into the brew. I can carry extra and scatter it along the path. It holds tracking essence for those with witch blood. If things go wrong you two will know exactly where I am even if she blocks normal links.”

"How do we get them?" Kaelith seemed to shake himself, pulling back from whatever he had been thinking. "The moonstone is the easiest. There's a shrine half a day's ride from here, abandoned but still intact. Lirael can lead a team to retrieve it. The blood will be harder, we would need willing donors from each race, and right now our options are limited." "Fae blood you have. Wolf blood..." I thought about it. "Tessa might be able to help. She has connections to the pack's lower ranks, servants, and workers who might be willing to leave if given the chance."

Blood stained her trembling fingers, a vivid testament to her suffering. With an unwavering determination, Lilith shifted her gaze to Alvin, her eyes still shining with their golden hue, oblivious to the change. Slowly, she traced her bloodied hands along the place where the dagger had pierced his chest, her touch gentle yet desperate, seeking a connection she did not fully comprehend.

She placed the holster around her waist, fastening it tightly. I handed her the pouch with the finger claws in it next. “These are a bit different than the Sai. Due to the damage they could cause your loved ones, they should only be worn in battle. You seem to have a love of Elven linguistics, so when you call them, say ‘Beri-nin’ and they will appear on your hands.” I waited in anticipation for her to try it.