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At this time, at the end of the passage, Caspian was covered in blood, and Eight Desolate God-Terminator Halberd in his hand was covered with a thick layer of blood. At first glance, he looked like a bloody man. However, the blood was not from Caspian, but from cultivators under his feet. "The Godly Finger of Cruor!" Looking at the group of cultivators who were crazily rushing over, Caspian's eyes flashed and he suddenly raised his finger. The finger seemed normal from afar. But at this moment, the group of cultivators suddenly trembled. They only felt a hot wave sweeping toward them from all directions, as if they were thrown into a pot of boiling oil in an instant.

Crimson blood began to pool into the bottom of the bowl, thick and vibrating with gold Alpha pheromones. Garrick stepped up next, his jaw tightly locked as his crimson eyes stared right through her, completely blank, as if she were literal trash cluttering his perfect view. He extended his large, scarred hand. The blade cut deep, and his dark, cedar-scented blood splashed into the basin, swirling aggressively against Ethan’s. Caelum didn't hesitate either. He adjusted his sharp glasses, his clinical silver eyes fixed entirely on the text floating across his transparent tablet as he offered his palm. The silver-hued blood poured out, completing the three noble keys.

Click. Using the same code for every lock. Not very smart of Rising Moon College Inside there was, rows of shelves with old boxes, documents, weird glowing items. We split up, searching. "Over here," Becca called softly. A shelf labeled "Pack History–Blood Bane." My hands shook as I pulled down a box. Inside: more journals, a map, and a sealed case with something inside that hummed with energy. We opened the journals. Entries from the real Skylar Deville. "The Blood Bane item is hidden here to prevent misuse. Only a Zeen wolf can access its full power."

"We're happy to help." "This is all well and good, but…don't we need a location before we get teams together?" Beta Kyler said. "We can have the best team in the world ready to go, but we need to know where." Elaine cleared her throat. "We need a map, and a bit of Gavin's blood. Some white candles and tourmaline, if you have them available." She tapped her fingers on the table. "If not, I can slip out and get some."

Grendel asked me warily, a thin coat of sweat glistening on her wrinkly skin. I looked at the door and the vines. I had no idea but I could take a guess. Moving forward, I found a thin vine amongst all the fat ones and gently scratched it. The vine was tough and its outer layer was too thick. But, I scratched again with the tip of the blade and soon it came streaked red. “Blood” I muttered as I took the red substance flowing out of the vine and rubbed it between my thumb and forefinger. Grendel who had begun crying in despair stopped abruptly and she looked at my hands, her eyes gleaming in excitement.

There must be an evil spirit cursing me because it feels like everytime something bad happens to me, these guys and their other two friends are always there to see my humiliation at the end. “Looks like fighting seems to be on everyone's agenda today,” he says, voice just loud enough for me to hear. He stretches out his hand, and I can see the black and purple bruises lining his knuckles. That's not the only thing I notice either, his veins are prominent, and his fingers are long and thick. Haeden snorts. He turns to fully face me and pulls a rolled joint from his hoodie's front pocket. My eyes immediately dart to his hands, curiosity taking over me. Are his fingers just as long? Just as thi

I press the bloody fingerprint directly into the center of the bone, staining it. I want him to see it. I want him to know that everything he loves belongs to me now. The taste of victory is not sweet. It tastes like iron. It tastes like more. My phone buzzes in my pocket. I pull it out and open the Moonbook app. My pinned post is still at the very top of the local network feed. Item: Unknown beast fang. Sourced from the ruins of the Blue-Claw territory. Highest bidder takes it. The comments are a war zone. Thousands of wolves from across the continent are bidding fortunes just to get their hands on a piece of Julian’s humiliation. The price is currently sitting at three million pounds.

Pollies started, unlocking the case with a few hand-sweeping combinations, “First is the Amidine way. We need peels of a dragon master’s skin, a pureblood’s cup of blood, and a strand of an elf’s hair. We mix them inside this case and draw the needed symbols. And then, according to the Animo, a white passage shall appear and it will lead us to Harte.” “Where are we going to acquire a dragon master’s skin? There are no more known ones in this generation and even if there are, they wouldn’t exist here.” Morgan blurted out, taking a seat not far from us. He was right, a pureblood’s blood and an elf’s hair are no problem as we have resources for those, but the skin was more than impossible to ge

My fingers sparked with starlight, and the crowd recoiled. A bone-witch emerged, her face hidden behind a mask of fused vertebrae. "There's a way," she rasped. "A ritual from the Bloodscrolls of Vostra. It requires a heart steeped in shadow, a crown of fallen stars, and a sacrifice... *willing*." Rhydian stiffened. The black mark over his heart pulsed, as if recognizing its name. --- **EDEN'S POV**

Five spots of blue at the tips of her long fingers. He caught her scent. The smell of curdled blood and sick flesh. The stench of crumbling teeth and a bladder that leaked sour piss. The skin on her fingers had shrunk to the bone, the knuckles round and swollen. And her body was turning white, too white, and looked cold. Every breath from her made his eyes water and his stomach jump.