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An ethereal call lingered in the air. I froze in surprise and raised my right hand, where the Yiki in the ring on my finger was shining in pale blue radiance. It made me realize that Dicken’s bloodline had banished the corrupted Yiki, but that was also when Gary lunged at me. Pinning me beneath himself in a split second, he grabbed my right hand.

The magic of the forrest kept this garden and all who occupied it. “Now we have a mama to find. My friends will be with us and I will be with you. I cannot let you bite me but I can give you a vile of my mamas blood that you can drink. It’s old but it will be sufficient for your scrying.” Opening the door she walked to the cupboard and knocked three times. Glowing light surrounded the doors and then she opened them. Inside now were bottles and elixirs, potions and medicines, tinctures and other items for making them. From the back of the space she pulled a small black box out of what seemed like solid wood. Inside this box, there were viles of blood. She selected the one in the center and cl

Evelyn pointed to a passage written in an old dialect, one I recognized from the werewolf lore in the underground library. “This speaks of a relic,” she explained. “The Amulet of Fenrir. It’s said to have the power to neutralize dark influences and weaken those who wield them. If we can find it, it might be our best chance to stop Gabriel and The Order.” Hope sparked within me, but it was quickly tempered by the enormity of the task. “Do we know where it is?” Evelyn nodded, her eyes glinting with determination. “The manuscript indicates it’s hidden in the Caves of Nyx, deep within the Shadow Forest. It won’t be easy to retrieve.”

“Each of you.” I didn’t hesitate. I took the blade, the cool stone hilt feeling solid and real in my hand. I pricked the tip of my thumb, a small, dark bead of my blood welling up almost instantly. The sting was nothing. I held my hand out, a silent offering. Emmeline’s hand was steady as she took the blade from me. Her eyes met mine, and she pricked her own finger without flinching, her own drop of blood, just as dark and vital as mine, joining it.

The bloody box sat open on the polished front desk like a warning from hell itself. Eli stared at the severed pinky finger inside, the gold ring still gleaming on the pale skin. The smell of dried blood filled the air, sharp and metallic. His stomach turned, but after everything he had been through, he did not look away. Cove stood beside him, his jaw tight, one hand resting protectively on Eli’s lower back. The platinum collar around Eli’s neck felt warm against his skin, a reminder of the night before when Cove had held him through the tears.

Resting inside the box, atop a bed of white silk that was now heavily stained a deep crimson from dried blood, lay a severed, deathly pale human finger. And snugly fitted around the base of that severed flesh was a silver band engraved with the Valthorne wolf crest. “Just as I promised, I have permitted you to see him,” Derrick said, a sweet, chilling smile gracing his lips.

He raised his hands, and the murmur died. “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome! Tonight we have rarities that have no price in the mortal market. Artifacts, enchantments and… of course, the main piece.” The tension in the air thickened. Dmitry felt the beast in his chest growl. He rested his elbows on his knees, eyes fixed on the stage. Irina leaned toward him. “According to my sources, the supplier of the demonic blood is European. Discreet. A new name.” “I want the name by the end of the night,” Dmitry growled in response. “And if possible, the address.”

Aisling held her hand out. Aria nervously put her hand in Aisling's and the girl lifted her other hand, pointing her index finger. A long taloned claw protracted from her nail and Aria tensed as Aisling poked the sharp tip into the pad of her palm in the fleshy part below her thumb. A bright red drop of blood welled up and Aisling smeared it across Aria's palm, staring at it like it was revealing things to her. Aria watched on in awed silence as the blood filled the deep lines on her palm like it was telling a story. Aisling made humming noises of interest and curiousness.

Kenny explained about the strange mark he'd seen on his finger, watching as Luka's expression grew increasingly serious. "Show me exactly where," Luka demanded. Kenny pointed to his ring finger. "Right here. It glowed gold and silver, just for a second." Luka's eyes widened slightly. "Gold and silver... like the colors of the Moon Rose in the legend." He turned the ancient book toward them, pointing to a faded illustration. "Look at this." The page showed three figures standing in a circle, their hands joined. On each of their ring fingers was a mark that seemed to glow with dual-colored light. Beneath the illustration was text in an old language neither Kenny nor Axel could read.