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Jax’s jaw clenched so tight she thought it might crack as he stared at the bloody evidence in her palm. They pored over the ring together on the small table, Jax’s large hand steadying hers as they examined every detail. The blood was fresh, still tacky, meaning the message had been sent recently. A small engraving on the inside band caught Elara’s eye. Numbers. Coordinates. A location near the ports where her parents had made their darkest deals. The ring wasn’t just a threat. It was a clue, pointing them toward answers they had been desperately seeking.

I wince, grateful Beta Patrick cannot hear her invitation to break me to pieces. Swimming in the black void the potion creates, I sound drunk. “Even if I wanted to, I don’t have my stones, I need something from the person…” only to cry out as a short wooden club cracks against my ribs. “You’re just not trying hard enough,” Ruth smirks. “Lucky for you, his brother, or what was left of him after the funeral pyres is buried in Rising Star. You might not have your stones, but you have this now. Ask Beta Patrick for the bag.”

“What?!” Another inhale and then a squeeze of my hand and a soft rub of my cheek with her thumb. “Sweet girl, our warriors found two fingers in a box. They had been frozen and there doesn’t seem to be any blood left to use for identification, but we have everyone who could possibly give us answers working on that.”

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

“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.

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.”

His eyes were deep golden, and he snarled, indicating he was ready. Elijah turned his attention back to the glass protection and calmly brought his hand close to it. A great magical forger among his ancestors had created this glass protection, which only recognised the blood of the Timberfang Alpha. Once Elijah's hand was right atop it, a claw grew from his thumb which he used to tear open a bit of flesh from the tip of his index finger. The blood pooled into a small teardrop shape, then it fell right on the glass.

' Just then, Loona seemed to have discovered something and cried gleefully, "I must be dreaming! Look, there are Blood Fungi here!" Loona strode quickly toward the bushes before her, plucking a Blood Fungi around the size of her palm. The Blood Fungi was completely red and covered in thin lines that looked like blood veins. F*ck me, these really were Blood Fungi. Darryl stopped short at the sight, exclaiming to himself. Darryl, of course, was no stranger to the Blood Fungi. They were an extremely rare and exquisite supplements for cultivators. However, most of them were only around the size of a thumb, and it was the first time he had seen one that big.

If Lizzy’s profuse bleeding originated from her right hand, it was likely an amputated finger. *** Ojuelegba, Lagos The rotten structure, sandwiched between matching derelict homes, looked like the gateway to hell. Endless seasons layered worn stone walls with gray grime. Hidden horrors called out from the fissured windowpanes, a slaughterhouse that marked the end of the journey for many captured souls. Breaking down doors and moving through the stagnant maze, Johnny prayed he’d find a loitering mercenary waving a weapon. Vengeance for the unsaved—and for Lizzy’s suffering—stirred up his bloodlust.