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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.

"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.

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.

Treat it well. Yuri loaded her gun with bullets quickly and releasing the safety catch on it. Next to her, Ren was reaching into the pouch hanging by a belt holster around his waist and drawing out a single fingerless black glove. It had Hati’s symbol of a silver crescent moon on the back. A silver rectangle box-like object was also fastened onto the palm area of the glove. Ren then pulled the glove onto his right hand and strapped it on tightly, flexing his fingers. “I can’t believe that I actually have to use Elvigar against these guys!” Ren grumbled. “It’s an insult to my weapon!”

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.”

I questioned. "These are not easy to come by. The moon nectar can only be harvested at midnight, and it's only found on a dangerous mountain in the middle of the country. And the silverrot powder is a mineral, not easy to mine, because it attracts rogue wolves. The phoenix ash can only be obtained from the remains of a phoenix’s rebirth flame. I don't even recall the last time we saw a phoenix. The only thing easy to get now is pure wolf blood. Eve would be willing to give," Michael said, throwing his hand. "We can't just sit. We have to try. We sent all the guards into the various places we can get them and get them," I said, with determination.